N.B: This is a HALF-fiction!!
“On issues of life today, we will be talking about a very unusual but real life experience of a mother & her 13year old daughter. Actually, my guest has just stepped into the studio & will be sharing this sad sad story with us. Good evening Dr. Gloria Tito…”
Mariam always loved listening to Inspiration FM especially this particular programme. Every evening she would stretch out on her water-bed with her Nokia E72 by her side & its headphones in her ears. She was addicted to radio & would’ve prefered to switch on her Sony SuperWoofer. Yet she dared not disturb her daddy who was probably watching Aljazeera News in his room or listening to jamz on his favourite Voice Of America. Her daddy. Mariam quickly erased him from her mind.
“There were seven deaths just last week from different cases of sexual abuse on children across Nigeria. In this particular case, a man raped his 5year old daughter to death. He had finished with his 13year old girl as usual & decided to try her younger sister too. When she bleed to death, he threatened his older daughter & told her the lie to tell her mother. He even blamed his wife indirectly by saying that she chose her career over their children. It was about a week later that their 13year old daughter began complaining of serious itching in her private part & told her everything that had happened. At first her mother did not believe it. Until a test proved that the itching was indeed gonorrhoea. She ran mad with rage that day. She eventually reported to our Child Protection Agency & we got him arrested”
Tears were flowing down Mariam’s face now. Why was the world so wicked? She could feel the pain of the 13year old girl. She was an only child & she’d always wished she had a little brother or sister. Now, she was somehow relieved that she didn’t. Or how would she protect them from daddy? How would she bear watching daddy do the same to them?
“But it does not end there.” Dr. Tito continued. “This man is highly connected & contacted somebody in government who apparently ordered the police to release him. He is a free man as we speak, still denying everything & his wife is shattered. Her inlaws are begging her to consider the family name. She does not know what to do.” The host, Chris, sighed & said, “Okay, the phone lines are open. Call us on… What are your reactions? What should this woman do now? Are you a victim? Please tell us your own story. Are you a father or mother sleeping with your child? We are believing God for confessions this evening. You can also send your texts to…”
Mariam was still listening in sorrowful silence. Her own dad had been fucking her since she was nine. Her mom, her dear mom had died of cancer last two months. Sometimes she wished she was an orphan. At least, there would be no daddy to cause her pain. Pain was what she felt each time her daddy slipped his big cock into her. Cock! She learnt the word from the pornographic films he forced her to watch with him from time to time. “That man is a beast. What kind of father is that?”
She heard a caller sobbing. “He should be killed! And the poor innocent girl is dead… Oh my God!” Mariam wished she could die too. She only got confused when another caller was shouting in anger at Chris. “You people should tell us his name! Have they not passed the Freedom Of Information bill? Let these animals be named & shamed for Christ’s sake!!” Freedom of… What did that mean? Mariam kept thinking as Inspiration FM played “The Storm is Over” She loved this song. But wasn’t R.Kelly once accused of doing a sextape with an underage girl? She smiled at the irony.
“Chris, I know many Lagosians are angry. Saying crucify him, that he used his daughter for rituals, that it might be a spiritual or generational curse & all that.” Dr. Tito paused. “But let us look at this from another angle. This man & others like him need help. They may have a medical or psychological problem. I mean, they could be suffering from paedophilia. We come on programmes like this not only to help victims but also to encourage men like this to seek help on time. There is hope for them.”
Does daddy need help? Didn’t he always tell her that fucking her was a normal way of expressing his fatherly love for her? And yet he’d warn her never to tell anyone about it. Mariam wondered as she sneaked out her room. She couldn’t risk being heard. So she tiptoed down the passage to the toilet. Then she switched off her phone’s radio &…
“H-h-hello…” a frightened voice breaks into Inspiration FM. “Hello” Chris answers as gently as he could while Dr. Tito tilts her head towards the speakerphone. The studio is quiet now. “H-hello, I am 12years old…” the female voice is almost a whisper, sacred to speak out. You could feel her fear through the airwaves. “My d-d-daddy…” The very next second she screams “Aaar daddy!!!” Tu…tu…tu… The phone went dead.