She stared at what used to be her life. Folded in crisp.
The trimmed lawn, the you-love-me attitude shown by her frivolous Uncle.
The cars were gradually forming a Zigzag line across the country road. Her hair laid in curls, falling across her shoulders. She patted it and moved on to absorb a better view of the country side.
......
Lola was Nine,fair and beautiful. She always believed noblesse obliges were sincere. She heard it always in the tone of the Pastor, saw in it in the way he twitched his ear lobes as he cascaded sown the pulpit.
Uncle was twenty four and lived abroad, he was the handsome Uncle with the fine beard and generous character. He had reached the nadir of his career at twenty and so.. helped the poor little ones like Lola.
He came to Nigeria for Christmas as usual, everywhere buzzed in excitement.
......
'Baby, touch me. Just go down a little'.
And Lola did. She was confused but she obeyed.
The street was empty, it was an estate and houses were separated with loose Gmelina trees.
'Uncl....'
'Hush.. do it. Don't you love it? Think of funding your way through school. Buying you things, a Phone perhaps?'...
Lola did nonchalantly, went down and sucked.
Fifteen minutes..
Uncle went down Lola's pant, tore it away and fingered. She was just Nine years but Uncle kicked it away. Uncle was all randy.
Thirteen minutes.. Lola started bleeding, the blood flowed, red and thick.
'Shhhh.. it is nothing. I need to open it well so that next time.... ' his voice was swallowed by a loud wail, blood kept dropping heavily and it formed a little pudding on the floor.
'Uncl.. painful'. Lola squeaked.
Uncle was squidgy from the Vodka he had drunk, ready for the job.
I hour..
Lola kept jerking, her eyes bulged in fright.
Uncle kept fingering and fingering. It didn't deter him because he kept rambling and rambling on bout the gifts and all...
Five minutes.. he dropped her and she laid in her pudding.
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