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What a very useless uncle!

heemah:
What a very useless uncle!

U can say dat again

Poor Jessie,keep it coming.

A monster in disguise

cho25bc:
Thanks dearie. Pls are u a male or female?

male

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After the act which took place in his bedroom, he tried to console her but she refused to be consoled. He whistled in dismay when he saw the amount of blood stain on the bed spread on their bodies. She wailed aloud when she saw it too. He tried to stifle her blubbering by attempting to close her mouth with his palm but she bit him ferociously. The pain shot through his hands instantly and when he looked at his injured hand, blood had started trickling out. He cursed under his breath “shit!”. He was stunned to discover that such a small girl possessed that kind of sharp canines. While he was thinking of what next to do, she dashed towards the exit and continued her flight downstairs, her blood stained dress flowing behind her. His room was at the upper wing of the duplex. She sobbed loudly as she ran but suddenly missed her steps and tripped. Sam who ran after her watched in awe at her lightning speed but was apprehensive when he saw her body rolled down the staircase to the bottom. Her scream rented the air when she landed with a thud on the hard marble floor. Her head had hit the iron bars fixed to the staircase before landing. Blood gushed out from the side of her forehead where a deep cut had occurred. She fainted.
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She woke up in the hospital several hours later and saw her mum beside her bed, weeping softly and mumbling to herself “why me Lord! Why me! Pain greeted Jessie`s body immediately she woke up from her oblivion. Stitches and drips stuck her body. She soon recollected in sadness what had happened to her. Rose`s head was bowed so she did not see her daughter open her eyes

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Sam was charged to court. There was no option of bail (there was even no one who was ready to bail him anyway). He was charged with child molestation. The okada rider was also charged to court for reckless riding. Fortunately for him,the bread seller survived the accident and the commercial cyclist sponsored his hospital bills. He pleaded guilty to the charge and was acquitted because of his financial involvement in the victim`s case. So Sam was left alone to face the law. All evidences testified against him and his plea of not guilty was rejected.
Finally, he was sentenced to three years imprisonment with hard labor. He was also given a restraining order from the Basseys home for the rest of his life.
The nature of the verdict was driven by Peter Bassey at the background. He stood solidly behind maximum justice for his poor daughter. "Make sure he rots in jail", he had pleaded with the DPO in charge of Sam's case. "Such a man is not fit to live amongst humans".
The inner strength in Sam to wade through the oceans of troubles in his life failed him. He recalled his past in the UK and the USA, then his wasted return home. Now,another three years in jail? With no place to call home after his return? No way! What more could he possibly achieve after coming back at the age of thirty-nine, especially with his tarnished personality. Going to jail for another crime was just too much for him to bear.
Two weeks after his sentence commenced at the Agodi prison at Iya-ganku, his lifeless body was found in his own pool of blood on the floor of his cell, face down.
The previous day when he followed his fellow prisoners to work on a farm, he had stealthily stolen a penknife from the stack of tools that was taken along for the labor. It was left unnoticed in one corner. He hid it inside the confines of his underpants.
Later that night, he borrowed a pen and a piece of paper from one of the prison warders who was assigned to supervise them with a promise to return the items the next morning.
In the middle of the night, when all his mates were asleep, he silently lay on his flat bed and penned down a soul-touching note with bitter tears running his cheeks.
Few minutes of silent prayer for forgiveness, then he shut his eyes and without thinking, he drove the penknife into his heart.
The pain that followed was unimaginable, but he endured it noiselessly. He didn't want to alert his sleeping inmates nor the prison warders. He clutched his battered chest in agony and stilled his body as blood gushed out. He released his last breath two minutes later.
On his bed space was the suicide note where he apologized to everyone he had wronged during his life time, most especially Jessie. He declared his sincere love for her and prayed that God will see her through the trauma he had caused for her.
But that message was never delivered to Jessie until more than a decade later on her graduation day at the university. The news bearer was her mother . When the stale news was broken to her, both mother and daughter wept profusely.
The scar on the left side of her forehead which she got when she hit her head on the metallic bar of the staircase remained. All efforts to remove it proved abortive. So whenever she sees it in the mirror,the memory of the incident would come back to her.

So pathetic...

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PRESENT TIME

A rapid knock on the main door outside the bedroom jerked Jessie out of her reverie. She jumped up quickly to her feet ,opened the tap on her zinc and swiftly rinsed her tear-filled face with the torrent of water on her palms. Then she rushed to the back of the door where her towel hung. She mopped her face and without waiting to look at herself in the mirror, she rushed out of the bedroom to answer the door.
Her anxiety and grief were replaced with a sweet smile when she beheld her prince charming, Maran. He immediately encircled her in a warm embrace. Oh! She had missed him. At least there is still a man who genuinely cares. At least there is still a man who is not interested in taking advantage of her. Life is good afterall.

heemah:
So pathetic...

Indeed

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Have been following the post and i must confess that its so Wow!
Kudos Mehn!

Thanks dear. I'm a female though,lol

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Tomorrow Ma'am,tomorrow. Thanks

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Chapter 5
That Saturday was one of the best days she had ever experienced in recent times. Maran was all over her like a new toy, taking a stroll, cooking and watching movies together. Later that night they had a sumptuous dinner at an expensive eatery somewhere in Lekki.
She had relocated to Lagos few months ago when she got the job offer at her present work place. She stayed alone in a small apartment close to her firm.
Maran had informed her one week before that he would be coming over to Lagos to do some things and he would seize the opportunity to be with her for the weekend. The news was like a soothing balm to her already stressed mind. She was joyous. She missed him badly. All the moments they shared together was filled with undiluted happiness to their souls. Truly, love is a beautiful thing.
Although Maran had not popped the question she so much anticipated, she knew he had it in his plans. She could tell from his actions towards her. In the last one year, he had become more attracted to the idea of marriage and how he wished to settle down soonest. He had also introduced her to all the members of his family and they loved Jessie so much. The Basseys had also shown keen interest in having the promising young man as their potential son-in-law.
They were more excited about the prospects of giving their precious daughter away in marriage because they were worried that she might never recuperate from the psychological trauma she`s been through in the past fourteen years after she was molested by Samuel.
Jessie almost refused to recover. The healing process seemed to take forever, in spite of doctors` assurance that she would come round one day. However, she went back to school after she was discharged from the hospital, her grades noticeably reduced. She could barely concentrate on her studies. She became more grumpy and preferred to stay alone most of the time.
She stopped laughing at jokes. She sulked unnecessarily most times. She just lost her cheerful aura completely. It was up to three years later before she started regaining her gay personality, all thanks to ceaseless prayers and countless counseling sessions with psychologists.
When she gained admission to the University of Ibadan to study economics, she confided in her mother that she had decided to remain celibate for the rest of her life. She declared to Rose that she hates men, boys, guys, call them whatever. She swore never to allow any male specie into her life in the name of love till she dies. The likes of David and Samuel had taught her that all men, except her dad and brothers, are sex perverts. Her resolution was to keep the remains of her dignity left behind by Samuel to herself for as long as she lives.
This confession scared Rose to her bone marrow. She tried to dissuade her from such wrong notion but when Jessie`s eyes turned scarlet, she kept quiet .
True to her words, Jessie desisted from relationships that was intimate in nature for many years, although she made male friends on neutral grounds. She turned down dates, love offers, relationship proposals and anything that wreaked of romantic adventure. Some people thought she`s weird. Others believed she`s a lesbian because she was seen with females at most times. She gave spectators more reason to affirm their suspicions about her sexuality because she didn’t share the story of her childhood molestation with anyone, not even with her closest and trusted friends, that would have allayed their concerns.
Anytime she was asked why she decided to live that kind of boring life, without boyfriend or sex, her usual reply was “ It`s my life, my business”.
She shut up her heart against love. She despised seeing her fellow females going crazy over guys who professed love to them. She believed these set of ladies are vulnerable. Although she sometimes develop strong feelings of affection for one handsome dude or another, but she always banished such thoughts from her stone heart. To her, the end result will always be sexual abuse. All men are the same after all.
But all that changed when she completed her NYSC and met Maran. The kind of magic he used on her still remained a mystery even as she faced him across the dinner table this cool evening.
She had forgiven her mother a long time ago, but she was not sure if she had forgiven late Samuel whole-heartedly. His suicide letter which was given to her by her mother on the night of her graduation day really touched the depth of her heart and she wanted to forgive him, but the scar on her forehead? Oh that damned scar stood as a reminder of the stain in her pure past. This reminder always brings with it grief, resentment and torment. How can she wholeheartedly let go? Although she felt sorry for his death, yet she believed he deserved it.
She had told Maran that her scar was as a result of a minor home accident a long time ago.
She did not give him much tough time before letting him into her heart. They maintained a sex-free relationship and that pleased her very much. However, she kept her childhood story from him. For the past three years they`ve been dating, she refused the urge to tell him her history for the fear of losing him.
As she smiled into his enchanting eyes, guilt ran all over her body. She fiddled with her cutlery on the plate of jollof rice and chicken absent-mindedly. But her smile was a camouflage. Her mind was somewhere else. Maran was talking excitedly about something, popping spoonfuls of rice into his mouth at intervals. She had been lying to her first love about her sex life. She had told him that she was a virgin, that’s why she did not want to lose it until her wedding night. Or how can you gather the guts to open up to your boyfriend that you were raped at age twelve by your uncle who later stabbed himself to death while in prison? How many men can stomach that? Is paedophilia a good story to tell? NO! What if he dumps her? She was not sure if she would be able to cope with heartbreak, considering the fact that she had been avoiding it all these while.
She knew she would have to tell him sooner or later, in case he proposed marriage to her, but she`s so scared at the thought of it.
“Are you alright my honey pie?”, Maran asked with concern in his voice when he suddenly realized that she`s not paying attention to his chit-chat.
“I am”, she said.
“Are you sure?”
“I`m very sure”, she nodded affirmatively.
“Then why have you not been paying attention to me?”
She chuckled and shrugged playfully, “I was paying attention when I was suddenly carried away by the immense love I have for you”, she lied.
That made Maran to quit bugging her and the cheerfulness returned to the atmosphere around them. The evening ended on a beautiful note, just as she had prayed. After the dinner, he drove her back to her apartment. Parting was a painful thing for both of them, but a prolonged affectionate kiss made it easier. “I love you Jessie”, Maran said with emotions.
“I love you too Maran”, she replied.
They bade each other good night and she watched in awe as he entered the car and drove off.
She suffered insomnia that night because her thoughts were in turmoil. Two voices inside her head were wrestling for dominance. Maran told her that he would be in Lagos for one week and he arrived on Thursday, meaning he still have about four days more to spend before leaving for Benin again. He usually spend his Lagos time at the home of one his uncles at Ajah. One of the voices wanted her to tell him her story before he departs on Thursday. The other voice told her not to be silly. Must he know?
“But what if he proposed to you?” the voice in support of confessing asked stubbornly.
“So what? Say yes if you want to. That has nothing to do with your past”, the opposing voice countered.
“But you made him believed you that you are a virgin”.
“So? Tell him you lost it when you were engaged in a rigorous exercise some years ago and you were afraid he may not believe you so you decided to keep it to yourself. By the way, which one is more important to him? Your heart or your body?”
Jessie almost ran mad with confusion. It was already 5.41am and she had to get ready for church, even though her body and spirit were tired. She knew that now more than ever, she needed God in her life. She also knew that the sooner she open up to him and get it over with, the better for her, but she just couldn’t find the strength to do it.
Well, she will take care of that later but first, she has church service to attend.

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Maran sipped the wine in his glass cup and allowed the tasty liquid to linger on his tongue for a while before he swallowed it. The content burned his throat slightly, causing a soothing sensation to ran all over his body. Unfortunately, the soothing did not reach his troubled heart. He was deep in thought.
He had gone straight to bed when he returned from his dinner date with Jessie after saying a quick “hello” and “good night” to his uncle and wife who were watching a TV show in their living room. Ironically, he could not sleep. More than three hours after futile effort to doze off, he went to the kitchen to get a drink. He took a half-filled bottle of the blue wine from the refrigerator, grabbed a glass cup and went back inside his room.
That was about thirty minutes ago. He felt more relaxed now than before but sleep was far from coming. He kept turning helplessly in bed, grunting in confusion. He finally decided to sit up and engage the wine fully. At least, if he could not get some sleep, he should be able to drink.
The wine was non-alcoholic else he would be drunk by now. Not that he was against liquor, he only drinks socially or when he`s stressed out and depressed. But this morning at almost 2am, he`s grateful that he could not lay his hands on any alcoholic drink, else he would have turned his stomach to brewery. His uncle`s family were born again Christians who did not like to take such substance, but they had high taste for good edibles.
The reasons behind his restlessness were Jessie and his past. He loved her to bits, no doubt about that. She`s his dream take-home-to-mama girl. He had made up his mind to propose marriage to her before going back to Benin on Thursday. He was sure that she will say yes because he knew that their feelings were mutual. Their bond was unbreakable.
Sadly he`s not planning to pop the ultimate question without telling her who he really is, a part of him that he had shielded from her since they started their affair. The fear of rejection from her was crippling. He did not want to imagine what it will feel like when she breaks up with him because of his bizarre story.
It costs him nothing to keep quiet about it and just marry her like that, after all, what you don’t know won`t kill you. But he had vowed to himself since he turned a new leaf some years ago to be honest to people that matters most to him, no matter how hard it might seem. He must keep to that vow now that he has the chance to right his wrong.
Tears of sorrow welled up in his eyes when his mind went back to his childhood. If only he had the power to erase the ugly memory from his mind.

CHAPTER 6

MARAN OBAJE
He was an indigene of Kogi State but his family settled at Makurdi, Benue State. His father, Col. Obaje, was a soldier who later became a colonel in the Nigerian Army while his mother, Mrs. Juliet Obaje. His mother was a secondary school teacher.
They were four children and he was the last born. Unfortunately, the second born, a boy of four years old, passed away after contracting measles, leaving only three behind.
Maran did not know much about his late brother because he was just few months old at that time, but he saw his baby pictures. Apart from that tragedy, his family lived normally like every other family afterwards, nurturing the remaining wards in the ways of the Lord.
Everything was going fine for him until he turned six. It started like a bad joke but when it became incessant, his parents knew that something was definitely wrong.
He started stealing at that tender age. He began by stealing petty things such as meat and fish inside his mother`s pot, his school mates pencils or erasers, etc. Later he graduated to stealing money from his parents wallets or from his siblings` school bags.
Apparently, it was a habit he picked from God-knows where, because he never lacked anything even as a kid. Although his parents were not wealthy, yet they were not hungry either. They ensured that their children never had reasons to beg people for food or basic needs. They provided everything for each child so as to avoid stories that touch the heart, such as this type that Maran was cooking up for them.
The irony of this shameful situation is that he was his father`s favorite because he was the only boy amongst his two elder sisters. His pocket was never empty, nor his stomach. Juliet ensured that he ate to his satisfaction and his school materials were complete at all times. So what went wrong? Who taught him stealing?
His parents were disciplinarians. They did not spare the rod on his small body whenever his crimes were discovered. They would flog him mercilessly, especially his father due to his military profession. He could not stand the thought of having his good name soiled by his favorite son.
At other times, his mother would starve him for hours as a means of punishment. His body was covered with bruises incurred by belts, thick long canes and sometimes whips. He would be compelled to kneel down on sand for hours, with his two hands raised in the air as if he was in the attitude of praising God. Tears of pains would flow down like tap water from his eyes, pleading for mercy, yet his pleas usually fell on deaf ears. “I won`t do it again, Papa, Mama please I won`t do it again. My hands ooo! My legs ooo!
Neither his father nor mother derived joy in unleashing tortures on him, on the contrary, they were hurt deep down seeing him pass through such agony, but they were at a loss at what else to do to teach him a lesson that stealing is bad.

Captivating,now Jessie and Meran both have secrets. Interesting...kudos cho25bc

Yeah, they both did. Jessie believed dat she's d only one wit unpleasant secret but unknown to her, Maran has secrets dat are more awful. Thanks 4 ur time dearie

Missmossy:
Captivating,now Jessie and Meran both have secrets. Interesting...kudos cho25bc

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They applied all the methods they could come up with, harsh treatments, soft heart-to-heart counseling, compensation for him if he promised to change for the better, and so on. But all measures proved abortive.
The embarrassment got worse as more unpleasant reports of his theft escapades were sent to his parents from his school and within the neighborhood. Spiritual consultations were made on his behalf irrespective of religion. Some fake clerics extorted money from them, while the authentic ones insinuated that the poor boy was spiritually attacked by his father`s enemies who were jealous of the man`s achievements. Ceaseless sessions of fasting and prayers were organized for him. His parents lost counts of the number of times he was taken to different prayer mountains for deliverance.
Some of their friends and family members suspected that he might have picked the habit from some of his bad peers in school, so he was coerced to limit his association with most of them. When doctors were approached for advice, they said that he would overcome the weakness later in life.
All combined attempts to free him from this plague were in vain and the scourge continued for five years. Miraculously, he gradually started showing some degree of improvement at age eleven. For one straight month, nobody reported any case of theft against him, an unusual feat. Within the next eight months, he stopped stealing completely. His family`s joy knew no bounds, even he could not contain his excitement at such achievement.
He could not explain why he stole other people`s things. It was like a more powerful force was at work on his mind, urging him to take what did not belong to him. He was very happy to overcome the great challenge because as of the time he discovered he had changed, his desire to steal had disappeared. His level of self-control had increased tremendously.
He promised to stay away from stealing for as long as he lived. He would rather face his studies squarely and regain his respect from his parents. He wanted to make sure that he made them proud of him as a way of making up for the hard times he`d caused them in the past.
So help him God.

CHAPTER 7
A bachelor by the name Suleiman Ajani moved into their neighborhood a year later. He was an indigene of Kwara State. He rented a self-contained apartment on the same street where they were living. He was a famer by profession but he loved to be referred to as ‘engineer’. He soon warmed his way into the hearts of his new neighbors because of his jovial nature. He made everyone laugh with his comic way of speaking. He always smiled and people wondered if he ever gets angry. He was very friendly too and helpful to anyone who needed his assistance.
The Obajes were not left out in the bandwagon of Sule's associates. Col. Obaje always enjoyed his company because of his comic relief.
Suleiman was a dark tall young man of 26 years of age. He possessed an athletic kind of shape that can drive ladies nuts, although his six packs were yet to be completed. However, he did not have any girlfriend in spite of his physical endowment.
He was a JSS3 drop out. That explained why he could barely mutter a word in English. His excuse was that his parents could not afford to sponsor the remainder of his education due to abject poverty so he started following his father to the farm.
On how he became an engineer without formal education, he said he acquired the nick name from his friends because of his rare talent in fixing electrical appliances at home and these damaged gadgets would spurred back to life.
Some of his neighbors in the area had also put him to test with their products that developed fault and he had passed the test by repairing them instantly.
When asked if he would love to go back to school and study engineering, in case someone wants to finance him, he said he would be glad to see that dream materialize.

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Maran celebrated his fourteenth birthday with his family and few friends. He felt very happy to clock another year. He looked forward to his new age with so much high hopes as he resumed school at the end of the mid-term break.
Things were going fine for him both at home and in school. He had regained trust amongst the people and nobody was afraid of his theft adventures again because he had put that behind him.
One day, while he was playing ball with two of his neighbors` children in front of his parents house, Suleiman sent for him. He and the older man had grown fond of each other over time. He saw Suleiman as a big brother he never had. He excused himself from his friends and ran out of the compound to meet his ‘big brother’.
Suleiman was seated outside his apartment on a wooden chair, wearing a green singlet and khaki shorts. A smile lit his face as Maran ran towards him.
“Bros, I`m here. You sent for me”, the boy said, panting.
“Maran my man. Thank you for coming”, Sule replied while still smiling.
He told Maran to help him buy bread and beancake (akara) across the street.
“Go inside my room and take N100 from the purse I left on the bed”, he instructed.
Without hesitation, Maran dashed inside to do as he was told. That was his greatest undoing. This would not be the first time he would run errands for Sule, but this was the first time he would be trusted with the man`s money without supervision. He went in search of the wallet, confident that he won`t be tempted to take more than he was asked to take.
He found the brown wallet on the bed just as Sule had said. He picked it and open it.

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Suddenly, he gasped at the amount of currency notes in different denominations inside, N10, N20 and N50. He could not guess how much the money would be but he knew it was more than he had expected to find.
Then the evil voice came back from oblivion after many years of hibernation. “Take some for yourself joor. He won`t even notice”.
He looked behind him to ensure that Sule or anybody was not in sight, then when he was certain that he was safe, he quickly snatched three N20 and one N50 notes from the pile. He stuffed them into the hip pocket of his trousers and picked two N50 notes for Sule`s food items.
As he was about to fold the wallet and toss it on the bed, he heard Sule coughed and he froze.
“Well done, well done better pikin”, he cheered sarcastically and clapped three times in mock admiration.
Maran began to tremble. He knew he had been caught. He cursed himself and beads of sweats broke out on his forehead. He slowly turned around and went flat on the floor before Sule, begging him for forgiveness.
Sule threatened to report him to his father but Maran panicked.
“Please don’t tell my father ooo, else I`ll be dead. Please it`s the devil that used me but I swear it happen again. I-I-I will return the money now”, he pleaded as he reached into his hip pocket to remove the money he stole.
Sule watched him in silence as he frantically brought out the money, turned around to pick the wallet so that he could put them back inside. “ Drop them on the mattress”, Sule barked at him.
When Maran obeyed, he faced Sule again. He had started crying as tears rolled down his eyes, he was scared to his pants. The two men stared at each other for some time in silence. Then suddenly, Sule`s scowl faded and a mischievous smile creased his face. He scrutinized Maran all over and shook his head in pity.
“I`m still going to report you to your parents”, he declared.
Maran broke into tears again but Sule shouted at him to keep quiet.
“I will spare you that punishment but on one condition. You must do whatever I asked you to do.”
“Yes sir, I-I-I will do anything you want me to do. I will run errands for you. Wash your clothes, fetch your water, clea…,” he rattled on and on in desperation until Sule cuts in.
“No need for all that thief boy, I can take care of that myself. I need something much better from you,” he said with an evil smile.
Maran agreed to do anything for him, as long as his shame will be concealed from the people outside. But he never expected what he bargained for.
Sule nodded in satisfaction and went towards the door. He shut it and bolt it from inside. Then he faced his vixtim. Maran was frightened to his bone marrow. He was trapped. Why did he have to lock the door?
It wasn’t long before he found out. Sule moved close to him and ordered him coolly to remove his pair of trousers and under-wears. Maran was shocked.
“Bu-bu—but sir…”, he tried to protest but he was replied with a resounding slap across the face. The legions of stars he saw in that instant told him that obedience before complaint is wisdom.
“Do as I say and hurry up”, Sule yelled at him, raising his right palm menacingly in a bid to repeat the slap.
Maran did as he was told quickly, sobbing softly as the spot where he was slapped scorched. When he was unclad waist down, Sule ordered him to turn his back and face the direction of the bed.
“If you try anything stupid, ehn? I will deal with you myself first before reporting you to Colonel”, he snarled.
Maran was at a loss. He thought Sule wanted to thrash his bare backside with cane or belt, although he could only see some belts hanging on the wall in one corner of the room, canes were no where to be found. He closed his eyes tightly, bracing himself for the pains that will soon grace his raw buttocks. He made up his mind to endure the torment like a big boy. After all, he gets caned almost everyday in school by his teachers and principal. He had to admit that it would be better for Sule to beat him with his own hands than to be beaten by any of his parents. Not only the beating worried him, but the shame it would bring to them to know that their son has started stealing again.
He wondered what Sule was doing behind him when he heard the sound of his zipper being pulled, followed by rustling sound of clothes, like he was struggling with his shorts. What is going on?
It was not long before he found out...
CAN YOU GUESS WITH HAPPENED NEXT?
ANSWER COMING UP IN A BIT.

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Maran was sexually assaulted by Sule that day. As if that was not enough, he told him that the act would continue from time to time, whenever he feels the urge, he would send for Maran for more of the action. He threatened to still go ahead and report to Col. Obaje if Maran failed to show up whenever he desired him. He made the helpless boy to swear not to breath a word of their illicit act to any soul, else he (Sule) would kill him with his bare hands.
Maran became a slave under Sule because of fear. He could not summon the courage to confess to his parents so that he could at least be free from the bondage he found himself in. although he hurts deeply inside and outside, yet he subjected himself to the will of his master. It was not as if he was enjoying the game of homosexuality, far from it. As a matter of fact, he abhorred it with passion and every time he wished he could muster the courage to retaliate. But he believed that no one will accept his story because of how much Sule was adored in the area. He was of the opinion that they would rather accept Sule`s story if he decides to expose him, based on his own crime records. As far as he was aware, he was the only one in the area who knew the true nature of Sule`s sexual orientation, so who will imagine that such an amiable man could be capable of such abomination?
Sometimes Sule would beat him if he tried to be stubborn or refused to cooperate, although these inflictions don’t always cause visible injuries on Maran`s body. At other times, he would offer him money as a means of compensation after the romp, but Maran usually declined such gesture. They were very discreet in their act that nobody suspected anything strange going on between them.
Fortunately for him, his rescue came when Sule suddenly moved out of the neighborhood without telling anyone except his young lover; Maran. However, he did not tell him the main reason behind the decision.
Some speculated that his house rent expired and he could not come up with another rent, so he had to leave. Others said he got a job in Kaduna so he had to relocate there.
Nevertheless, Maran was more than happy to be free from the animal in human skin. Now he can rest from his sex labor and be normal again. But the anguish still remained in his heart and he swore to defend himself against such abuse in the future, although he prayed he won`t be faced with misfortune of that nature again. He was glad to have recovered fully from stealing since the day he was caught red-handed by Sule. He had learned his lesson the hardest way.

To be continued

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CHAPTER 8
He gained admission to the University of Lagos to study Petroleum Engineering at age 19. He was very excited to change environment from what he was used in Benue.
He made friends quickly both with males and females. He soon got used to Lagos life and he was enjoying every bit of it.
His friends introduced him to some pretty girls and within few months in school, he got himself a girlfriend.
He was however shocked to discover that some gays were eyeing him. One of them summoned courage to approach him and made his intentions known, but Maran handled the situation maturely by politely turning him down. Fortunately, the gay left him alone.
They always remind him of Sule and his grievous experience. He knew that if he`s not careful, he might kill a homosexual that dares to approach him again after the courageous one. He wondered what gays found attractive in him, although he knew that he`s gorgeously handsome, but then so what? What`s the big deal? He`s not the most or the only handsome guy in his area.
He was happy that there was no more drama in his life after the encounter with Mr. Gay Courageous. But little did know that doomsday looms.
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His studies and school life was going hitch-free until he reached 300 level, then tragedy struck.
The evil voice in his head reared its ugly head again at one point in his life, and the desire to steal returned, but he delayed perpetuating act.
There was one guy from a wealthy family in his department, Pet Engineering called Kelvin. He was the son of one of the highly revered professors in their faculty. Kelvin Afolabi was rumored to be a cultist, but because of his friendly demeanor, nobody cared to confirm the speculation.
Maran knew him from a distance, but two of his best friends were Kelvin`s buddies. Kelvin was a spoilt kid who lived a flamboyant life. He drove flashy cars, party hard in night clubs or shows, wore expensive outfits and dated some of Unilag finest girls.
One day, one of Maran`s friends, Seun, asked Maran to escort him to Kelvin`s apartment outside campus. Maran was elated and he obliged. The visit was very interesting as one of Kelvin`s babes was on hand to serve them food and drinks. Then it was time to go home. Kelvin became more interested in Maran that day and he assured him that he`s free to pay him a visit anytime he wants to, with or without Seun.
Maran warmed up to Kelvin afterwards. He became a regular at his place almost on weekly basis. Kelvin had come to trust him so much with his secrets that he was never afraid to reveal some vital information. He pointed out where he usually keep his money inside his bedroom and how wealthy his parents were. Maran was relieved to discover that Kelvin was sexually straight, although he would not have shown his displeasure if the rich kid was gay so as to carry out his purported crime.
In no time, his plans pulled through. On one of his visits, Kelvin discovered that N50,000 and an expensive gold watch was missing from the safe in his bedroom. That was few hours after Maran left his house.
Immediately he raised alarm and reported the matter to the police. They swung into action. Everyone present at his place from morning till when he made the discovery were arrested and interrogated at the station for questioning.
Maran was not left out even though Kelvin trusted him. Unfortunately, police found the money and the watch tucked away in his wardrobe at the hostel where he lived that same day.
He was baffled at his own stupidity. Immediately he stole the items and escaped from Kelvin's house, he went straight to his room. Luckily for him, his room mates were not around. He hid the money and the watch inside one of his travelling boxes placed at his side of the wardrobe he shared with his bunkmate. He planned to take them away from the room the next day for safe-keeping.
In a mysterious sweep, his memory was shut down and he totally forgot about it until two police officers paid him a surprise visit later that night when he was reading a Physics textbook. By this time, it was too late to cry when the head is off.
The items were returned to its owner but Maran was detained for few days before some of his friends came to bail him out. He returned to school in shame but hardly had he settled down again when he received a note that he had been summoned by the school disciplinary committee.