Olivia would never forget the face of the man who defiled her. The incident which happened twenty years ago still lingered in her memory. She remembered how Uncle Tim brought out his organ for her to touch before forcefully having canal knowledge with her. She was only seven.
Twenty-seven year old Olivia successfully tied her hair into bun with the aid of a red ribbon. She looked at her image in the mirror, took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. Olivia brought out her phone and requested to be navigated through the city of Lagos till she got to "Ace and Spade Café". She was going on her first date after so much years of avoiding men.
At the café, she met with Simon for the first time in person. She called Simon; her date to notify him of her arrival. Simon stood up and pulled a chair out for her to sit and they got into a romantic discussion. Several minutes was spent and Olivia requested to be taken home; Simon's home. Simon's face glimmered, he planned to get her laid.
Although they met on Facebook, Olivia knew much about Simon. He was five years younger than she was, he was still schooling, he lost his mother in a motor accident and he lived with his father. Simon simply knew Olivia as Cynthia and that she lived near the ocean in the city of Lagos. Simon never knew how she looked like until their meeting.
Getting home, Simon introduced Olivia to his father. She had seen him many times in the pictures Simon sent to her. The trio had a nice conversation before Simon's father retired to his room.
Olivia woke up naked next to Simon. They had sex and she loved every moment of it. She slipped into her dress and tiptoed out of Simon's room. Very certain of what to do, she went into Simon's father's room and buried into his chest a kitchen knife.
She left the house quietly knowing fully well uncle Tim would never rape kids again.
©Aminu Abdulmumeen
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