As Faith Would Have It By Damilola Hassan

 faith

At eight, she could not say specifically if she had heard the word ‘sex’ before but she could tell you exactly how to go about it. She was sexually active.

Usually, they were the only two in the house. He had always called her in at the slightest chance he got, removed her clothes, pulled down her underwear, his shorts and put his manhood inside her. She could not tell exactly when it all started but she knew it was on for a couple of years. Why or how nobody had seen them remained a mystery. Why she could not tell anyone about it was another mystery.

 All faith knew then was that when he put his manhood inside her, he would force it deeper and before he brings it out; some whitish substance comes out after which he seemed relieved and satisfied. What Faith was supposed to feel, she did not know. Other times, he would kiss her secret place as she knew it, stick his tongue in and out and caressing the entire region. She could not explain how she felt in the process but she knew she enjoyed it. As time went by, she anticipated this particular action; she enjoyed it secretly but what puzzled her is he would always brush his mouth afterwards.

It was a routine for her and whenever they were alone, she knew what was coming. Looking back now, reminiscing, she could see herself showing no emotions at all, nothing whatsoever. She doesn’t remember crying or thinking about it. He did what he wanted and left, Faith grabbed her clothes, put them back on and life went on.

One time their cousin Greg and Steve, a family friend came visiting. Nobody was home but herself and Stan, as usual. He told her to undress and lie on the bed spreading her legs. Steve was told to undress too. He did reluctantly; he was younger than Stan and Greg. They told him to put his manhood into her secret place. It was smaller and fluffier, Faith thought.  Steve told faith afterwards ‘I didn’t like what I was told to do’; faith replied ‘why did you do it then? He felt queasy, she felt ok, normal. This is normal she thought and wondered why he felt bad.

Stan had a girl come to the house one day when it was just he and faith at home. Sometimes, she could not comprehend how the two of them were more often than not left at home. They had two aunties an uncle, a mom and a dad they stayed with. Although all of them worked, she just could not understand. Stan and his girl were in the room but Faith couldn’t help but peep. They were undressing; he was professing his love for her. Faith was disgusted. ‘So I am not the only one he does this with’, she thought, If only the girl knew he also plays with his sister.

This had to stop. At this point, she couldn’t tell anyone, it had been on for over three years, she wouldn’t even know how or where to start.

Her mom complained the other day that she was too thin. Fear gripped Faith. She started to think she had contracted HIV. Two days ago, she started to feel a burning sensation on her buttocks and a whitish discharge coming from her ‘place’: the same substance that came out from Stan’s private place.  Oh God! She thought. It had become too much for her system to take in that’s why the system is rejecting it. She became very scared. ‘I don’t want to die’ she said, to no one in particular.

She started to contemplate telling her mom, about the burns on her butt and probably the discharge. She eventually informed her mother.  Her mom returned from work the next day and sat her down.

 ‘Faith, who has been touching you?’ her mom asked. Faith died inside instantly. Even though the question was not completely a direct one, Faith knew where it was headed.

‘Who touched you?’ her mom asked again.

 ‘Nobody’,

Her mom started to talk calmly. This was unusual. ‘I was at the pharmacy’, she continued. The pharmacist said it was abnormal for a girl of your age to be having discharge, so my dear, please, who touched you? Faith began to cry and her mom joined her.

‘Mommy, it is Stanley’,

‘Huh?’ which Stanley?

‘Stanley’

My Stanley? Your brother?

Faith nodded.

Her mother jumped and fell to the ground. She began to roll from left to right shouting ‘yeee, this children have killed me o! I am dead’, She kept repeating. Faith kept replying ‘mummy, you are not dead’. This time, it was just the two of them at home.

After the drama, they headed to the hospital. Faith cried her eyes out, so did her mom. She felt she had betrayed her mother; her mother felt the same way. She kept asking Faith: how, when and where? None of which Faith could answer.

Her brother was given the beating of his life. Luckily, he gained admission and left home almost immediately.  Faith was to go to boarding school but her parents will have none of it, especially her mom, she wanted Faith close.

Faith was happy that faith played out. The burns on her buttock and the discharge both played a huge role in this peace she now owns. She believed a piece of her that she never really knew was taken away from her, by her own brother. He took it away and was oblivious of his theft.

Damilola Hassan

On twitter as @popsispice

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kassim Braimah
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 06:36:41

    Nicely Narrated

    Reply

  2. taiwo
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 07:06:24

    Very touching story. Great work. But i think it should be titled ‘as fate would have it’ cos that’s not faith. Great work dear.

    Reply

  3. nerat
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 07:48:45

    Faith is the girl’s name. It’s obviously a play on words. Quit playing ‘I- know- it- all.’
    Great story! I know many girls who can very much identify with this. Sadly though, not many get to open up and gain the freedom faith now has.

    Reply

  4. morayo
    Mar 13, 2013 @ 19:31:38

    In deed! Wat a life

    Reply

  5. 36kiniun
    Dec 18, 2013 @ 13:16:45

    Nice write up!Keep it up

    Reply

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