My father always wanted a boy child.
A male heir.
Someone to carry the shape and weight of his penis.
And plant it firmly on the foundation of his legacy.
Someone to bear the symbol of his manhood.
So, when he didn't get his desire from my mother at first.
He tried the daughter of his friend and fellow drinking partner, papa Emeka, who had five wives already and 11 children...8 were boys.
And when she couldn't give him a man child after two girls, he went for the daughter of the iron bender, my mother's friend and former class mate.
After 3 daughters, he was distraught and so he took a mistress, the teacher from the Government school close to the Local Government town hall.
She couldn't give him any child after several attempts.
Until my mother took in the for 5th time, and I was born.
Then my other step-mum, my mothers former classmate, shamefully left with her three daughters, my father did not care.
His son was all that mattered, the other children can die and he would care less.
I was spoilt silly, given everything I ever wanted.
Sent to the best school in the community.
Wore the best uniforms and shoes.
And had the best sisters...but not step sisters.
I was free to go out and come back anytime, while my sisters were all watched like a hawk.
I was allowed to break the rules as I wanted, while my sisters were beaten and punished severely for the same crime or even less.
My sisters showed me love unconditionally, while my step sisters showed me scorn and envy.
Yet...I was the pride of the wild.
The man cub.
Everyday, my father lifted me up and showed me to the heavens.
Poured encomium on me and labelled me his angel.
Until one night, my step sisters came and plucked out my angelic wings.
By morning, they had replaced my halo with a horn.
My father had sent all my sisters to boarding school, leaving just me, the man of the house.
And so my step sisters became my undoing.
Every day, they plucked out my innocence, one feather a time.
Until nothing was left, but scales and scars.
Each night they would take turns to make me lie naked on them, while they touched me all over and placed my lips on their nipples and vaginas.
I was so young and Innocent but I knew what we were doing was bad.
Too afraid to tell my mother because she always called me her father and savior.
How can her savior cry, I read and was told in church that the savior is strong and doesn't cry.
He saved the whole world and even died for it...so how can I cry and report.
I couldn't tell my father, he always called me Agu...Lion! I was his champion and he even beats me when I cry or get beaten.
Lions are strong, king of the jungle, they don't cry, so how can I cry.
My sisters were no where to be found, sent to boarding schools. They were my protectors, suddenly I was alone!
Alone with my nightmare!
Every day I would be forced to kneel down in front of open thighs, while my head was forced down between wet mounds.
Sometimes I would be ontop, held firm by my second sister while the other one would guide me from underneath her.
I hated them but I hated myself more because I enjoyed it.
I saw myself as dirty, and so my hatred for women was born.
My innocence was constantly taken away by my step sisters, who would use me and practice all manner of styles until they were satisfied.
Then one day, my step mother saw them... In that flash...that second...that instant...I felt liberated.
But it only lasted for a second.
Because she came forward, with her mouth wide open, while her daughters raised their hands on their heads as their wrappers fell loosed.
Then she raised her hand, her right hand and brought it down on my penis, gently.
That was how she joined them to abuse me...and for years I was their sex toy, till I finished my primary school and my Father decided it was time to board and be a man!
My father wanted a male child.
Well, he got a total male in me.
After completing secondary school, I came back, taller, stronger yet broken.
The abuse had stopped but the scars remained.
I wasn't the same but nobody knew.
I got admission to study English and foreign studies in one of the best universities In the UK, and graduated with the best grades.
So I came back years after my graduation.
It was time to start my own family as my sisters were all married but my father wasn't satisfied because I wasn't...or so he thought.
"Agu my son, my father began, you said you were coming back home with your fiancée and so I called all the elders and our kins men to come and celebrate with me on this special day, but I am not seeing any woman beside you."
The elders, my mother, step mother, sisters, step sisters and close relations all hummed and nodded in anticipation.
"Papa, I am already married." I said gently.
There were gasps and murmurings all around.
My father kept quiet for some seconds and then spoke again.
"So where is the wife, the one you hid from your family, hope she isn't a white woman because I will not approve." He said rubbing his chin.
"He is beside me papa, I said smiling and turning to look at the love of my life. This is Charles Sandler's, he is from Massachusetts in America... We met in UK when I was still studying and got married last month. He is my partner."
The whole house erupted in screams and wails, my father fainted, my mother collapsed and my sisters all jumped up immediately, taking I and Charles up and shielding us from angry relatives, they pushed past everyone and escorted us to my car parked outside.
"Drive safely Obi, we will come and visit you in Lagos." My sisters giggled and waved goodbye to Charles, while my step mum and her two daughters, both married in the village, looked on sadly, unable to even look me in the eyes, with tears pouring from their eyes they sobbed bitterly, while their kids held on to them with watery eyes too...
Unknown to all, their pain was far greater than the one I caused my parents.
Their pain was history, our misery!
Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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