It did not look like it wanted to rain the day Mr David told mother all my secrets. The clouds were too dark, it looked like a storm was coming and it was going to land heavily on Mr David’s amoeba head.
I sent a small prayer to God to hurry up.
When Mr David called me from my Geography class the previous day, I thought he was an angel from the Lord.
I hated Geography. I hated the thick Igbo accented teacher. I hated that he poured spittle from his mouth every time he spoke and it landed directly on my face. I hated the constant dancing in my stomach because my crush was my seat partner for Geography.
So when my second crush and hero in the whole of the school called me, I thought heaven had decided to kiss the earth.
Mr David was handsome in a quite unusual way, he was handsome because he knew all my secrets.
In fact, now that he has told mother everything, I realised he was not handsome at all. He was only handsome because I trusted him. In truth he looked like an abomination to the world with his shapeless head, heavy lips and a skin that looked like lizard scales.
He had told me that he needed to speak to my mother, he said he had a message for her from the principal.
“Why can’t I tell her?” I boldly quipped
“Tami, don’t worry it’s nothing to be afraid of, just inform her okay?” He sounded so convincing that I managed not to worry myself to death.
In fact, I told mother immediately I got home.
The Principal had advised us a week earlier to try and confide in a teacher if we had issues we could not talk about at home.
It had to be someone we trusted.
He also said that our secrets were safe.
It was that statement that made my big mouth open and rush like the school’s tap when I was telling Mr David all my secrets.
I told him about my school crush and how he makes me hate geography. I told him about Uncle Kana and how he touches that swollen flesh between my legs. I told him of the sweet way I felt when Uncle Kana touches me.
I even told him of the neighbour’s son that promised to make me feel like a real woman. He said Uncle Kana is still treating me like a girl and that was why he had not used his “man tool” to make me a woman.
I told him of how I touch myself in the middle of the night when mother turns off the generator and I can only hear the frogs’ mating calls beside my room.
I told him everything.
Now, I watched him open his dirty mouth to tell me to be his witness in front of mother as he told her all my secrets.
“Madam, I felt you had a right to know all that happens to your child since she cannot tell you herself.”
I wanted to slap him and the flawless English flowing from his lips.
Mother did not say anything to me, she kept exclaiming and holding her head with her two hands. She kept lamenting. But she did not say anything to me.
Even as she held my hands tightly on her way out and she squeezed some five hundred naira notes into Mr David’s hand, she still did not say anything to me.
I knew it was my last time in the school.
Of course, mother knew that Uncle Kana was touching me; she had once barged into my room while it happened and said nothing.
How could she?
Uncle Kana had been the one taking care of all our bills since father died and now I wanted to take food from her mouth.
It was what she said after I told a teacher in my former school and she removed me from the school.
As we entered her car with my school bag in my hand, I knew the stinging slap that landed on my face without warning was the least of my problems.
I started crying; not because my face felt like hot pepper but because I was foolish to trust an adult again.
©Onashile Peace (tolarnee)
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What do you think of betraying a child’s trust within the scope of the story?
Do you think it was even a betrayal of trust?
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