Bose learned to be responsible at a very tender age…her parents died when she was just 13 years old. It was the gloomiest day of her life…her parents had dropped her and her siblings at school; they had traveled to Lagos to be back later in the day. As school closed that day, Bose took her siblings home (they lived pretty close to the school) and served them lunch as her mum had made lunch and put it in some kind of thermos.

They did their homework and waited for their parents to return. This was not the first time their parents would travel to Lagos and leave them at home…they normally returned around 6pm. They waited and waited until it got dark and they were hungry. Bose had to be the makeshift cook for the evening. She got her siblings something to eat but she was kind of worried because her parents had never been this late before.

Her younger sister, Bola was 11 and Paul the last child was 9 at that time…somehow they all slept off on the couches while waiting. There was a persistent knocker on the door and Bose got up, it was around 11pm…she asked who it was and it was their Aunt Mary and her husband Uncle BJ. As young as Bose was, she could tell something was off…she knew something had happened.

Long story short, their parents had been involved in a ghastly motor accident on their way to Lagos earlier in the day. There was not a single survivor and that was the beginning of another life… totally different from what Bose and her siblings were used to. Their dad was an only child and Aunt, Mary was the only sister their mom had. The whole family decided that they moved in with their aunt in Lagos.

Everyone promised to be there to support and help out…but Bose soon found out they were empty promises as none of them was forthcoming when they truly needed help. Aunty Mary was god sent as she took care of them along with her own 2 kids…she would remind Bose and her siblings of how their late mom took care of her and paid for her education from the little money she was making as a hairdresser. Aunty Mary had a good job with one of the first generation banks and could handle all the expenses.

Her husband on the other hand, was not a very resourceful person…he was always claiming to be a ‘contractor’ but was hardly on any project. He was always at home anytime the kids got back from school and just spent most of the day watching TV and discussing politics. However, he was really nice to Bose and her siblings and helped with their homework from time to time. About three years after Bose and her younger ones moved to Lagos, Aunty Mary had some issues at work…an audit report had indicted her and she ended up losing her job.

She claimed she was implicated but the best the bank could do for her was drop the charges so she wouldn’t end up in jail. It was a tough time and taking care of 5 kids, with a husband with little to no income, became a daunting task. Aunty Mary had to sell her almost completed house to start a business as it was almost impossible for her to get a job with another Financial Institution. After about 4 months, the new business took off. It required Aunty Mary traveling out of the country to buy her merchandise and supplying it to retailers. Her first trip was a success and things were beginning to look up again.

They had moved to a smaller apartment to reduce the cost of rent…at the former house, Bose had her own room. Her aunt said she was becoming a young lady and needed her privacy. The room had its own bathroom as well but in the new house, she had to share a room with her younger sister and her cousin (Aunty Mary’s first daughter). There was also only one bathroom in the new house so they all had to share it. It was better than nothing and things were getting better…Aunty Mary had promised that she would get them into a better house as soon as her business stabilized...happy new week.

Bose usually got up earlier than everyone else, especially when her aunt was on a business trip. She was the big girl of the house and had to get her younger ones ready and prepare breakfast. She would quickly take her bath before doing anything else. There was a certain day she was in the bathroom and had a feeling that someone was watching her. She was running the shower so she wasn’t sure if she heard the door creak or not…she quickly washed her face and turned to look but there was nobody there.
The door was ajar but she could not remember if she closed the door behind her. She shrugged it off, closed the door, locked it and continued with what she was doing. She was a little over 16 at this time and was just blossoming as a young lady. There was a day Uncle BJ called her and asked for her bra size, he said he was drawing a list of what her aunt needed to buy for everyone on her next trip…she didn’t really know it, so the uncle suggested that he could determine the size by feeling her up. It sounded weird but the uncle cupped a feel before she could even protest.

He had this mischievous smile on his face as he told Bose she was fast becoming a woman and he would make sure her aunt got her a lot of beautiful things. Bose noticed that Uncle BJ was becoming very interested in her, not a bad thing but this was in a creepy way. He would ask her weird questions and these things only happened whenever Aunty Mary traveled. On one of those trips, Bose was in the bathroom early in the morning and had that same feeling that someone was watching her, she turned around and there was Uncle BJ looking at her.

He said he was waiting for her to notice him so he could tell her to always lock the door behind her. Bose started avoiding him in the house but what could she do since her aunt was hardly around. She was either away on business trips or out trying to get her money from the retailers she supplied her merchandise to. Bose did not know much about sexuality and all of that but she just felt her uncle was up to something and it was wrong.

On one of her aunt’s trips, her uncle had invited her to come clean the bedroom and as she was doing that, he started to tell her how beautiful she was and how he would give her anything she wanted if she would “make him happy” (his exact words). He then moved closer to her and tried to grab her…Bose pushed him off and ran out of the room. That was how Uncle BJ turned to a monster. He would complain about everything Bose and her siblings did and just made life miserable for them.

He promised Bose that he would get her out of that house and send her and her siblings back to the streets. Many times he cooked up stories of how someone was stealing his money and how Bose was his prime suspect. Aunty Mary would scold Bose and ask why she had gone from that sweet good girl to this pilfering ingrate. She would even accuse Bose of keeping bad company in school.

Anytime Bose did something wrong, Uncle BJ meted out stiff penalties which included physical abuse. Bose was getting tired of this and would cry and cry…Bola and Paul would cry with her and try to console her. Not long after that, Uncle BJ told Bose that if she didn’t play ball he would send her and her younger ones out before their aunt returned from her trip and he knew exactly what to say to justify his action.

He said Bose was the one making life difficult for herself as she stood to gain a lot by making him happy and could become homeless by resisting him. Bose knelt down and pleaded with him…she told him that she had grown to see him as a father but Uncle BJ retorted that he knew his own children. As Bose was about to get up, he grabbed her and tried to force himself on her, she threatened to scream so he let her be.

He then told her to start parking her things as he would send the three of them out of his house. Bose thought of what life would look like if sent out of the house with her siblings and the thought of it scared her. She stood there startled as the uncle started handling and touching her all over, tears running down her cheeks as she pleaded with him to stop… but he wouldn’t listen. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and it was her cousin, Aunty Mary’s first daughter.

She needed to ask her dad a question and found the door locked so she knocked. Bose gathered all that was left of her dignity and ran out of the door. Her cousin asked why she was crying and Uncle BJ said she was being punished for misbehaving. Bose stayed awake all night, gazing at the ceiling…wiping tears from her eyes. Different thoughts ran through her mind…she thought of running away but didn’t know where to go. She feared for her little sister Bola and the thought of Uncle BJ doing this same thing to her.

She thought of telling her aunt but would she believe her? After all, Uncle BJ already told her that whatever happened, she was going to be the one to lose. Every little sound made her heart skip a beat. After that day, she did her best to avoid Uncle BJ; she would make sure there was somebody else with her when she needed to go do something in his room. Uncle BJ noticed and told her to keep it up but she should know that it was either his way or the highway. A boy in the neighborhood had a thing for Bose and was always disturbing her. They attended the same school but the boy was in SS3 (Senior Secondary 3 – High School Senior) while Bose was in SS2.

The boy had given a letter to Daniel to pass on to Bose but the letter ended up in Uncle BJ’s hands…O the horror. One would think Uncle BJ was the custodian of morality…he yelled, screamed and threatened to kill the boy that sent the letter if he ever set his eyes on him. Bose was punished severely that even Aunt Mary had to tell Uncle BJ to take it easy on her. His response was that Bose was becoming promiscuous and it would not happen under his roof.

The next time Aunty Mary traveled, Uncle BJ became more desperate…he would call Bose over while completely naked on the bed. The first time it happened, Bose rushed out of the room and refused to go back in…she was shocked beyond words. One of the other kids asked what happened, she dared not say it. Five days later, Uncle BJ had his way…he said Bose couldn’t go to school because she needed to run some errands so the other kids left for school and it was just the two of them at home.

Bose pleaded, begged, cried, fought, cursed, threatened to kill herself and even bit her uncle on the chest but there was little she could do as she was overpowered and subdued. After the deed was done, she scampered to the bathroom and sat there for hours…she sobbed profusely till she had no tears left…she was badly bruised and bleeding. She cringed at every thought of what had happened. She scrubbed her body with the sponge as if she wanted to peel off her own skin. She was trying to wash off the guilt, the dishonor, the shame and the violation. Even Uncle BJ did not expect that kind of reaction; he remained in his room.

After about three hours, Uncle BJ summoned courage and came to the bathroom where Bose was. He said he didn’t mean to hurt her and was only trying to show her that he loved her. He gave a ridiculous analogy of how sometimes you have to break the container to get to the desired content. He told her how beautiful and attractive she had become as a young lady and how he would take care of her and give her everything she wanted. He said if she kept him happy, he would see to it that she was also happy.

He walked up to her and held her, she tried to push him away but was too weak to do it…she just kept making convulsive gasps, whimpering in his arms. Uncle BJ later left her and went out; he came back, not long after, with lots of gifts for Bose. He brought them to the room where she laid, covered up, a little feverish. He had bought her toiletries, perfumes, clothes and some snacks from an eatery. He dropped them on the shelf, next to Bose’s bed as she did not bother to collect them from him.

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This story was written by me and I can't even find any form of credit
This is Plagiarism

cyberlarry13:
This story was written by me and I can't even find any form of credit
This is Plagiarism

wow, really? thats nice... no credit was given to anyone when i saw it but it was lovely so i thought its worth sharing... i don't have any problem in giving credit but i need to know more i think

ifedapo2016:


wow, really? thats nice... no credit was given to anyone when i saw it but it was lovely so i thought its worth sharing... i don't have any problem in giving credit but i need to know more i think

The title is "I should have spoken up"
It is a copyrighted material written by Lanre Olagbaju
It is currently in the process of being made into a shortfilm for public awareness
It was first published in 2015 on my blog
Anything else you want to know?

cyberlarry13:


The title is "I should have spoken up"
It is a copyrighted material written by Lanre Olagbaju
It is currently in the process of being made into a shortfilm for public awareness
It was first published in 2015 on my blog
Anything else you want to know?

nothing, i think that will do, its a great story