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Gift 18+ – Season 2 – Episode 11

That
Evening we ate garri and soup with fish,
the next morning garri and soup with fish
for breakfast. Who on Earth does that
apart from Israel, I complained to him
that the incessant eating of garri and
fish is making me sick. Abeg, no be wetin
I dey eat for my Papa house oh, I cannot
come and kill myself. He promised to
buy goat with his usual motto “tomorrow”
Israel! Israel!! em no go better for you oh!
and anybody wey send you to do me this
kind thing. I nodey happy at all about wetin
dey happen, after that pepper soup with
fish breakfast and garri. He asked me
to follow him to the farm, me wey never
even near bush before, Israel gave me
hoe to join him in the farm. As we just
dey go, I just dey ask myself wetin I wan
do with this hoe sef? god of suffer free
me from your prison and I promised never
to return again, I just carried out all the
instructions that Israel gave me wrongly,
he flared up almost slapping me.

Israel: wetin dey worry you sef? c’mmon ridge you no sabi make.

Me: I never come farm before na.

Israel: shut up your mouth! No talk when I dey talk, you be my mate ehnn?

Me: I gree say I no be your mate.

Israel: you still dey talk bah?

Me: no, sorry *this my mouth sha..*

Israel: you better do get belle oh, so that your papa go help us if not ehnn…

Me: I no understand Israel, wetin you mean?

Israel: I mean say rich people dey marry rich people pikin, go house.

Me: make I drop the hoe for where?

Israel: for my head na, stupid girl. Drop am under that mango tree, you know the man wey dey sell goat?

Me: *I smile* yes, I know am.

Israel: go meet am, tell am say na me send you say later I go come carry the goat.

I
never knew that I was used for the price
of the goat until I got to the man’s house,
I told the man exactly what Israel told me
and the man asked me to follow him inside
his bedroom to select the goat, I confused
oh! I asked the man na inside bedroom
em keep the goat or wetin? He claimed
the goat is there. The moment I went in,
he joined me locking the door and pulling
his agbada. I wore one of my dress like
that, isn’t body-hugging since I needed
that freedom in the farm. I come dey wonder
which goat I go select ’cause na bed and
locker wey I dey see around the room.
He came close with the short and his
pot-belle asking me to pull my clothes,
I refused to and the man descended on
me like a dog that was ho-rny for years
without releasing his heat, he ripped up my dress,
no smooching, nothing, not even fingering
sef to make me we-t. He just tore my pa-nt
and forcefully pushed my legs apart and
buried his fat hard kulikuli. He began pounding
me mercilessly, breathing like somebody
that will collapse any moment from now
on. I curled my legs around his waist for
him to thr-ust in deeper, and he just cu-mmed
like that, se*x wey never reach five minutes.
Wetin be the need wey em tear my dress
and my pa-nt, this people are mad. He started
praising my sugar-pot, that Israel was
right that am a very sweet girl. That I have
the best sugar-pot that he ever tasted
I went home weeping to report the rape
case to Israel, when he returned I didn’t
wait for him to settle. He came back with
a goat and tied it on a peer treet close to
the house.

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Me: Israel, the man rape me.

Israel: how na?

Me: see my dress *I show him my dress, I refuse to pull it then* em tear and my pant.

Israel: em no satisfy you?

Me: I dey tell you say them rape me, you dey talk about satisfaction.

Israel: come make we enter inside.

Me: go do wetin?

Israel
scooped me off from my feet and took
me in, he tore the dress he can’t afford
completely and drove in with his hard
kulikuli. Hanging one of my leg on his shoulder,
as he powered in and out of my we-t sugar-pot
mixed with that goat man’s spe-rm. How
come someone that claimed to love me
have se-x with me after a man has just
raped me? He was breathing heavily and
sweating, rocking his waist back and front
shoving his hard kulikuli in and out of
my we-t hole. I was just mo-aning as he
ba-nged me harder and faster, he clasped
my left bre-ast squashing and pressing
it. He cried out slamming in deeper as he
deposited his spe-rm in me, he rolled
away and caught his breathe later. He promised
to cook sweet okro soup with the goat,
that he has brought a lot of okro home.
I was silent thinking of a way to escape,
I took my bath and took the drug that I
came with, the goat-man started disturbing
Israel to send me to his house but he
refused telling him the goat he gave to
him hasn’t yet finished. The goat man
started disturbing me to jilt Israel, that
he is a broke ass fool that I should come
to him that he is rich. Israel caught him
and both of them fought, me I just run
go house go sleep. Israel came back and
almost beat hell out of me, warning me
to stay away from the goat-man. I needed
money to get out of here, who will give
me the money to escape from this dungeon,
Ofcourse the goat-man.
Our
Elder say a child who thinks he knows
what his or her parents knew is a dog
that barked at its owner.


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