Work? What does daddy mean by work? Does he mean cleaning the table and washing plates? If that’s work, then I can do it. Mummy always said the plates sparkles whenever I wash them. ‘I’ll work very hard daddy. I’ll work harder than ever just let me stay.’ He looks at me and says nothing …
‘I hope you’re happy. Because of you I changed my number.’ Naomi rolls her eyes at me. I don’t see it since her back is to me but I’m sure that’s what she’s doing. ‘You wouldn’t have to if you just gave him an actual chance.’ ‘This is neither the place nor time.’ Ruth says …
‘Muuuuuuummmy! Mummmmy!! Mummmmmmmmy!!!’ I’m screaming with all my might. My throat hurts but I can’t stop. What else can I do? How else can I wake mummy up? So long as I keep calling her, so long as I keep screaming her name and pushing her, I’m sure she’ll wake up. She just has to. …
‘Ruth. Where’s Naomi?’ ‘Oh! You know her. She’s off on one of her sexy lingerie “shopping sprees”. I roll my eyes and continue painting my nails. Peach is such a great colour on me and I love that I don’t have to fix my nails because of how long and beautiful my natural nails are. …
Days pass and daddy doesn’t come home. The last time I asked mummy about him I was shushed. Not seeing daddy doesn’t worry me as much because mummy has been making noodles everyday for me. Also, I’m still mad at dad for what he did to me and mummy. It doesn’t hurt me as much …
‘Yeah. I’m well aware what I wanted when I called you over.’ Over the years, I’ve come to accept what I am, the lifestyle I chose for myself but being told to my face what I am, what I do for a living, put me on the defensive. ‘Now that we’ve reestablished the fact that …
‘I’m so sorry baby. I didn’t think… I didn’t want you to find out this way.’ Is that mummy? It has to be her. This voice… it is but… is she crying? I hope not. This will be the second time I’ve seen mummy cry. I don’t like mummy crying. I try to turn but …
It’s not as far as I thought but then again, I am too busy to really notice. We are both busy. His hands are up my thighs, my breasts, the back of my head like magic on my skin, working me so hard until I throbbed and ached. ‘Ughhh.’ A little moan escaped my lips …
This can’t be happening! Why?! Why does it hurt so much? It’s burning! I need mummy! ‘Dozie noooooooo! Jesus Christ! God! No!’ I watch as daddy hits mummy. Again and again and again. For some reason, I cannot move. I find it weird. Just a while ago I was screaming at daddy to give me …
‘Nooooo!!! Daddy stop! Daddy, please don’t! Please.’ ‘She’s just a child! Dozie no!’ ‘It’s about time you both learn your place!’ ‘O…la. Ola! wake up. It’s a dream.’ ‘Huh? What? Whu… where am I?’ ‘Shhh. It’s ok. I’m here. You’re safe.’ I blink back tears I didn’t realise I was shedding. My eyes gradually adjust …