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Burning Coles (Part 20)

Bayo nodded, too dumbfounded to speak.

‘Alright, are you feeling somehow in your body?’ He asked him.

Bayo nodded.

‘That’s it, just put your hand in your private part and enjoy yourself. It’s your body so you are not doing anything wrong, okay?

Bayo nodded his head and did what he was asked to do. He reasoned along with his uncle that it was his body so it wasn’t wrong.

That was it! The deed was done. The agent of darkness had sown the seed. That was how it all began. Bayo had not been able to stop since that night. He watched and saved different videos on youtube. Every opportunity he got he’d lock himself up and masturbate. Not a single soul knew about it until the previous day when Bimbo accidentally stumbled on him in the act. Just as his uncle made him see it, it didn’t appear wrong to him. He felt it was something everybody did and  a part of their normal body physiological processes like urinating and defecating.

Now, alone, in his room, upset about how the call with Sijuade went, he started watching the video on his phone. He pulled down his trousers and boxer and started pleasuring himself. He was so carried away, he didn’t hear the knock on the door.

Suddenly, he saw the door being opened. He thought he locked it. He desperately prayed it was the breeze and not someone opening the door but by the time the door was flung open, he knew his prayer was far from answered. Everything happened so fast, he didn’t have enough time to wear his cloth.

His mother stood at the door, her eyes wide opened and jaw dropped. ‘What!’ She exclaimed with her hand, covering  her mouth.

Bayo knew he had been caught red handed. He quickly pulled up his boxer and trouser. ‘Mummy I…I’ he stammered.

‘You what?’ She entered the room. Infuriated, she felt like getting a cane and beating every part of his body. ‘What did I just see you doing?’ she moved closer to him raising her hand ready to pounce on him.

‘Mummy, I’m sorry.’ He begged as he moved away from her.

‘No you are not, when I am done with you, you will be sorry.’ She looked around for something to use to beat him but when she didn’t find any, she removed her slippers and held one leg of the slippers up high ready to spank him.

Bayo raised his hand in defence and moved away. ‘Mummy please,’ he pleaded.

‘If I hear my name in your mouth. My friend keep shut.’ She placed the index finger of her free hand on her mouth. You know I told you I will get to the bottom of this and it won’t be funny.’ She reminded him.

Bayo kept trying to run from her.

‘If you move again, Bayo, I’ll make this worse.’ She threatened him.

Bayo stood in one spot, raised his hands above his head and buried his head from the coming hit, ‘Mummy it’s uncle Gboyega,’ he cried out.

‘What did you just say?’ Mrs Cole lowered her hand. ‘Uncle Gboyega did what?’ She wanted to hear what he had to say.

‘When uncle Gboyega came the last time, he forced me to watch porn and touch my private part. I got used to it after he left and I’ve not been able to stop since,’ he opened up to her as he gradually dropped his hands and uncurled himself from the corner where he ran to for safety.

Gboyega, my brother, did that?’ Mrs Cole pointed the slippers at herself before dropping it like a surrendering soldier dropping his weapon. Her eyes moist with tears. She could feel all the energy in her body leave, her legs gave way under the weight of her body, next thing she knew, she was on the floor crying like a baby.

She had always tried to be strong particularly in front of her children. But at that moment, weakness took over her being. She had no strength to fight, no strength to pray and no strength to remain hopeful. The burden she had hitherto carried was too heavy for her. The more she tried to hold her family together and make things work, the worse things grew.

‘Mummy, please I’m sorry’ Bayo moved close to her where she lay on the floor and patted her softly. He had never seen his mother cry before.

The more he patted her, the harder she cried. ‘Why is life so unfair to me? What have I done to deserve all this?’ She cried uncontrollably.

Bayo didn’t know what more he could do, he figured he needed help so he went to call Seyi who was in her room.

‘Seyi… Seyi’ he entered the room panting.

Seyi was lying on her bed listening to music. She immediately removed her earphone and sat up when she saw how Bayo flung the door open and rushed in. ‘What is it? What is the problem?

Bimbo was sleeping so she tried not to raise her voice.

‘Mummy is on the floor in my room, crying?’

‘Crying?’ Seyi jumped out of her bed. ‘What happened to her? Is she okay?’ The only time she saw her mother cry was when her father beat her and even at that, it was not in all cases she cried. Her mother was a very strong woman but like every strong thing, she had her breaking point and had just reached it.

When they got to the room, Mrs Cole was no longer on the floor. She was sitting on the bed but still sobbing.

‘Mummy are you okay?’’ Seyi asked and ran towards her.

Bayo followed closely behind.

‘I will be fine Seyi, don’t worry,’ Mrs Cole cleaned her tears and stood up. ‘Get me my phone and hand bag.’

They both rushed out of the room to their mum’s room.

Mrs Cole went to the lobby that led to the sitting room. There were hung some of the family’s portraits and there was a nail on the wall where they hung the car key. She took the key and went outside. She opened the car and sat inside, waiting for the children to bring her bag and phone.

As soon as they did. She asked Seyi to open the gate for her.

‘Mummy, where are you going?’ Seyi asked with concern.

‘I don’t know; I just need to get out of the house. I’ll be back before night.’ She told them. She was both physically and psychologically drained and desperately needed help. The only problem was she felt she had no one to turn to for help.

‘Okay mummy, please be safe.’ Seyi told her and went to open the gate.

Bayo stood by the car, still feeling all that happened was his fault. ‘Mummy I’m really sorry’ he told her.

‘It’s okay dear,’ she gave him a weak smile and started the car.

Bayo watched as she reversed and drove out of the compound.

Mrs Cole had no idea where she was headed. She just needed solitude. She felt that all her problems originated from that house and needed to be far away from it. As she drove, she felt a strange urge to call Emeka after all, he said he’ll always be there and he cared. ‘What if I call him?’ She thought.

But he is a married man; I can’t just call him anytime. He’ll be with his family.’ She countered the first thought. ‘I can’t do this,’ she told herself. ‘What then will I do? Who else can I call? I don’t care whatever happens; I’ll give it a try. If it doesn’t work out, fine. At least, I tried.’ She made up her mind she was going to take the risk of calling him and face the consequence, whatever it was.

She picked her phone and dialed his number. As it rang, she kept wondering what she was doing. He didn’t pick. Her phone was on auto redial so she allowed it dial his number again, he picked shortly after it began ringing the second time.

‘Hello’ he said, his voice sounding sleepy.

Mrs Cole realized he must have been sleeping. ‘I’m really sorry to bother you; I didn’t know you were sleeping.’ She said and sniffed.

‘No, no, not at all’ Emeka’s voice sounded more awake. ‘You aren’t disturbing me.’ He told her. ‘Are you okay? You sound like you are crying.’ The tone of her voice and the frequent sniffs gave her away.

She was silent.

‘Funke, are you there?’ He asked.

‘Yes I am. Please if it is not too much to ask, is it possible for us to see?’ She needed a friend to talk to and a shoulder to lean on.

‘Sure, where are you? I’ll come meet you right away.’ He sounded eager to help.

She told him her location.

‘Alright dear, I’ll be there in the next 20 minutes max.’ He told her.

‘Okay’ She gave a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.’

‘Oh please, don’t mention.’ He ended the call.

Mrs Cole dropped her phone in her bag and placed her head on the head rest. She wondered if that was the best choice she had made. She knew how weak and vulnerable she was around Emeka. She remembered all the things he told her earlier that day. What then was she doing, calling and asking for his help? She felt a strong overwhelming rebuke for what she had just done and felt compelled to call Emeka and cancel but she ignored it and told herself he was just a friend she needed to talk to and that was all.

Emeka kept to his word. In about 20 minutes, he called her to confirm her exact location.

After a few minutes, Mrs Cole saw his car park behind hers. He came down and walked towards her car. She wound down her window as he approached.

‘Hi dear!’ He bent and rested his arms on the edge of the roof of her car.

‘Hi Emeka!’ Mrs Cole managed to smile. It was obvious she had been crying.

‘I think we should drive into the estate, he pointed at the next street. This is a pretty busy road, don’t you think?’

‘Okay, sure no problem. She thought about it too but she didn’t want Emeka having difficulty locating her. She was parked in an open place, opposite a major shopping mall. She started the car and waited for Emeka to return to his car then she drove into the next street, watching Emeka through the rear view mirror as she turned. She drove in a few meters into the quiet street and then parked the car.

Emeka parked his car behind hers and came down then walked towards her car. Mrs Cole watched him through her side mirror. He had changed from the white shirt and navy blue trouser to a grey T- shirt and a pair of jean shorts but still smelt really good. She, on the other hand, was wearing a green chiffon bubu gown which she changed to immediately she got home. It was one of the light and free clothes she wore when she was at home.

Emeka walked towards her car. In between the two cars, he crossed over to the passenger’s side and opened the door.

‘Funke.’ He called her name with a sweet tone as he sat down and closed the door.

Mrs Cole looked at him and a weak smile broke out from the corner of her mouth. ‘I’m so sorry for bothering you. I had no one else to call or…’ she was cut shut by his finger on her lips.

‘Shhhhhh! You don’t have to be sorry for anything Funke. I’m here for you. I’m glad you called.’ He looked right into her eyes.

Mrs Cole could feel her heart beat faster, this time around not due to fear but a rush of emotions. Emotions that resulted from the feelings she had locked up but were suddenly being let loose. His gaze pierced through her soul.

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To be continued. Read Part 21 Now Here

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Emmanuela Evbuoma

I am passionate about extending the love of God to the world through writing

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