Subtitle: assuming Victor is a girl called Gift.
Tribute: ode to my favourite writer fav4rite.
Seriously children with one parent really
need divine help, am a product of it. This
is my life story you are about to read. Gosh!
I love handsome boys and big di-cks, I
ate di-cks like breakfast, before I even
turn eight sef I don sabi bad thing. From
mommy and daddy to the real kpakpa.
I lost my mom when I was eight, my dad
is a police officer and he owns a bread
bakery, he is a very busy man. He has
little or no time for me at all. Our elders
once said a tree who refused to dance
the wind will teach it how to dance.
dad refused to marry after so many pressures
mounted on him, he complained that he
doesn’t want his children to be maltreated
by step-mother or anybody, all these Nollywood
movies wey my papa dey like to watch sha.
My aunt who travelled to overseas took
my two years old brother and I didn’t see
him for years, due to my dad’s busy schedule.
My dad asked one of my aunty that stays
in Port-Harcourt to come stay with me,
you know all these death sentence wey Naija
army dey like give Southerners wey go join
army, go and fight Boko Haram. easy way
to finish them off, my aunty husband was
asked to head to Suicide forest or wetin
ona dey call am sef? Sambisa forest.
parked in with her ten years old
Samuel but we usually call him Sammy.
We lived in Estate then, my papa no gree
make we move to our own house due to
the security in the police estate. Our apartment
have like three rooms, mama Sammy
na leader of amebo in the Estate, immediately
she prepared our lunch after we are back
from school, she will go about the Estate
spreading confusion with one Bayelsa
woman, mama Tari. That is how Sammy
started luring me to the bedroom whenever
his mother set out to her friend’s place
to resume their daily gossip, she will return
around seven pm to prepare dinner since
my dad always return home eight pm
some days. Sammy go carry me go inside
the room tell me say em wan show me
wetin em papa dey do em mama, Sammy
didn’t know much about sex. He will climb
on top of me and started moving his waist
up and down rubbing one strong small
stick on my then moulded flesh in between
my legs, Sammy will be moving on top of me.
the thing will be sweeting me, both of
us will be quiet in the bedroom as he climbed
me, with time he started pulling his short
and his flesh boner will be touching me.
To bath come dey sweet me well well.
Anytime we returned from school.
Me: aunty, I wan baf.
Aunty: ah ah! Gift, na four thirty already na, kukuma wait baf for evening.
Me: no, my aunty say make we dey baf three times a day.
Aunty: you wan baf hot water.
Me: no, I wan baf with Sammy.
Aunty: okay na, make ona no disturb me. Make ona go baf.
Immediately our aunty take us to the bathroom
she don rush commot for house to carry
out the manifesto of amebo association,
Sammy will start touching me. Pressing
the small nipples on my chest, I will now
be touching the small ha-rd sti-ck in between
his legs. with time we come dey discover
say to naked sweet pass the one wey we
dey wear shirt, so we always naked while
Sammy will climb on me and start moving
his waist in form of banging, we no know
how to put it. these went on till, a drummer
that plays a drum and expect no one to
dance to the beats leave himself to sway
to his melodious tune, immediately my aunt
set out to go out that particular day, we rush
enter inside room and naked at once,
Sammy was on top me when my aunt
opened the door and met us in that compromising