The first time I saw her, butterflies didn’t flutter in my belly. I didn’t see love emoticons all over her face, but I knew this girl was the sweetest thing I’d met. Her innocence radiated from her head to her toes. She was just 6 years old. There was something about her voice that made my heart melt each time I heard it; tiny yet confident. Top of her class, her beauty had brains too. She’d always see me on my way to work and shyly turn her face away. Her mom sold ‘yellow garri‘ with homemade ‘fufu‘ along our street, so it was always easy to see her behind the sales table every morning. Only if she was 16, maybe I could let her know my feelings. She was still a child, and her features were not pronounced, but a good look at her mom revealed what potentials she’d amass.
Her brothers were already my friends. A future hand over wouldn’t be a problem. My impatience was the problem. I had started home lessons a week after the lockdown subsided and parents who admired my knowledge and expertise were already sending their kids to me. The fee was affordable, so it was no surprise how much kids I had in my custody. There were a good number of boys and girls—intelligent children, delayed by nature’s uncertainty. There was good news too..
Adaeze Goodnews Ogechukwu was her full name and I always had every reason to make her an exception during my teachings. Our family’s sitting room was the lecture hall, so on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I and the kids were given the whole room to ourselves. On one particular Friday evening after the lessons, I had asked her to finish her assignment before going home while I escorted other kids out of the gate safely to their homes or pick up points. I wasn’t sure what I was of thinking that very day, but until I forcefully penetrated between her legs, then the devil never left me.
Her blood was all over my bed. Shame had clouded my face and watching her cry was the most dreadful nightmare. “Don’t tell anybody what happened here today, okay? Else I’d break your legs forever.” I said, not minding how I sounded. She’d never look at me with the eyes of a child again. With my own hands, I crushed my girl child crush. 10years later, she walked into my office with her Dad seeking admission in the university I work. Would my benevolence now pay the price of her pride I took?
THE END.
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