I killed him. I just saved the world. I killed him. I held the bloody knife in my hand as my mother stared in terror, then her screaming started. Soon after the ambulance and police came. I don't care what happens to me. I killed him but I might never be free. Of course, my parents are so influential I won't go to prison even though I just clocked 18 today. I looked into space. I felt nothing as I was whisked away in the police car.
I was 5 years old when uncle Tom came to stay with us. He called me to his room and gave me a pair of shoes but he played with my teeny weeny penis first before he gave me the gifts. What did I know? It was fun. He told me I can play with his own when I grow up a little. It became our little game over time. I didn't understand. No one knew.
Months became years and I thought it was normal till I was ten years. Uncle Tom came back and bought me more shoes and said I can now touch his penis. It was weird and it felt wrong. I had questions but my dad was running for Governor, would he listen?
From that day onwards, he made me do all kinds of things to him with my mouth and hands. I started feeling dirty as day passed. I was withdrawn and I never talked to girls. I understood at some point what was happening with my uncle was wrong. Then I told my mum. She slapped me and I saw stars. She said I wanted to ruin my father's election with scandal that cannot exist. I'm le Tom is my mother's younger brother.
Then uncle Tom graduated to my anus. How I grew to hate him! For using me. I hated myself for never finding the courage to tell anyone.
I am 18 now, there is a girl I have a crush but I will always be too dirty for anyone.
Uncle Tom ruined me, but that's not why I killed him. He threatened to do to her what he did to me if I ever got a word out. So I had to kill him. No one should go through same hell I went through.
-Victoria Ukpaka