I kept on running as Uncle Fijabi pursued me with a cutlass, with blood streaming down a side of his face where I had deliberately stabbed him. I knew he was losing vision so I ran faster into the thick forest until my knees wobbled beneath me and I suddenly collapsed,face on the ground, close to a river bank. My parents died two months ago,after the consumption of their favorite meal,cassava flour with vegetable soup.
Baba Ibeji,my father’s friend had walked in and joined them in the meal. They all died hours later,foaming in the mouth. Tade,my only brother had gone to live with Aunty Kike in the village so I was alone to mourn my parents. Things never remained the same again especially after Uncle Fijabi,my father’s younger brother began to take unusual interest in me. He came into my room one night,locked the door after him and charged at me like a hungry bull. I was terrified.
“You will enjoy this as much as I will,so keep quiet and let’s help each other”, he barked at me. He smiled at me wickedly and made me to touch the bulge in his trouser. Then,he undressed me. I cried afterwards and became more bitter wondering why he took my childhood innocence. He came night after night, at times during the day. I became more angry with each act until yesterday…. I hid a knife under the pillow and stabbed him on his face.
He yelled and I ran outside while he followed in hot pursuit with a cutlass. I walked slowly to the riverbank to wash my face and I suddenly felt like vomiting,yet again. I am two months pregnant for Uncle Fijabi.
Pls vote this story in the etisalat flash fiction entry from now till 30th by clicking this link http/etisalatprize.com/a twist of fate, then click ‘vote me’. thanks in anticipation