I woke up feeling so excited, today seems like a blessed day already..
A call came in.
“PAPA is dead” Ikennaya said while stifling his cries, “Ndo, don’t cry, I know he watches over us, COME BACK HOME “. We still loves you, we are family, he said again and ended the call.
I was speechless.
Then i laughed so hard that tears rolled down my scarred face.
Then i cried for seeing him before he died, icried for not killing him first..
My pillows became my comfort.
The memories came rushing like the wind, and the caged demons broke free.
Who was papa?
Papa was a gentle and loving father, an angel on earth. A selfless man that gives to the poor and defend the defenceless . He loves his God and keeps his laws, they said.
PAPA was the devil i met on earth..
He always scream “naughty girl” and then have his fills.. Papa always finds pleasures in my pains, and release in my cries.
Papa told me “never to fight it, that we were made for each other pleasures and comfort ”
“Your body is mine, you belong to me and no one else”, where his words every night.
PAPA cuddles me with sleep and wakes me up with pains.
The scars was a gentle reminder never to ask WHY, to make me humble and submissive.
“Remove that thing in you” he said. He took me to the clinics, held my hands and said “good girl”.
Mama hated the girl that took all her father’s love, they all hated the black sheep of the family. To them, papa loves me the most, and frowns at me struggling to be free. They refused to hear me screaming for help, to save my soul from the devil.
Then, one day I ran.
I ran and never looked back.
One by one, I fought the demons and won.
I waited for the day, I will battle with the Devil himself.
Now he is gone.
“PAPA is dead, don’t cry ”
The devil is gone.
Miracles do exist
I AM FREE!!
Ps: “Ndo” is an Igbo Language which means “SORRY”.