Oga stumbled furiously into the kitchen the next morning and faced me.
“You’re living this house this moment!” He barked. “How dare you attempt to tear my house apart? You little imp! You must leave this minute!”
I turned white with fear and my limbs trembled.
“Go and start packing your things right now!” He thundered.
I ran out of the kitchen and into my room to pack.
The way Oga was fuming and barking was too aggressive.
I couldn’t stand him lay his hands on me out of aggression. It was better to return home than to die in another man’s house.
So I ran into my room and started packing.
I even wanted to return home as the stress and trauma had become unbearable.
I packed all my clothes into one big bag and waited for what was next.
Oga came into my room and ordered me to carry my bags into the car. I obeyed and did as he ordered.
Then he dressed up and true to his words drove me back to my village.
My mother was surprised when she saw me home that early.
Oga’s countenance also pointed out to her that all was not well so she had to ask him to come inside and explain what prompted the unexpected home coming.
“Your daughter wants to tear my family apart,” Oga told my mum.
My mum shuddered in disbelief.
“How?” She asked dumbfounded.
“Ask your daughter!” Oga snapped and zoomed out into his car and out of our compound…
Later that night, my mum came into my room and asked me the truth about what happened between me and Oga’s family.
I patiently narrated everything that happened and broke into tears sobbing hysterically, even though I left out the part that had to do with my sexcapades with Oga…