The Diary of A Hustling Single Girl – Episode 2

I met Big Daddy Jake

Last week, I gave some background information about where I'm from and how the journey to my sorry present started. (You can read that here) Today, I'll talk about the most painful episode of my childhood. Please read on.

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Why would anyone call him Big Daddy?! Even though I was only 10 years old when I met Big Daddy Jake, I was smart enough to know he doesn’t deserve the name. A tiny, kind of shrunken slightly disheveled man, Big Daddy looked liked he was in his 50s even though I later got to know he was only in his late 30s. Big Daddy Jake can’t be more than 5ft 5. Very small for a man called Big Daddy I must emphasise again. As the weeks went bye however, I clearly understood why Aunty Debbie fondly called him that name. That understanding came at around 1am one very cold night.

I slept early that night maybe because I ate the popular Nigerian fufu and egusi soup, it was quite tasty. Even when everybody was in the sitting room chatting and laughing away their time, I sneaked into my room, but I noticed that Big daddy winked at me – I never knew he had a nocturnal intention.

So that night, I woke up to take a pee and I heard the squeaking of a door, or was it a door opening and closing? I just heard the sound of a door. I ignored it and went back to bed. After a little while, I noticed something was scanning my arm.

“Oooooooooooooooo, all these mosquitoes would start again, I cannot afford to light another mosquito coil, No!” I thought.

The tickling by the mosquitoes moved up my breast and I knew there was not going to be sleep again, as these mosquitoes were hell bent on giving me ‘unwanted’ sensations. But I was not interested in lighting a mosquito coil that night. The last time I did, it caused a catarrh.

It seems the mosquitoes understood my thoughts and, left me for a while. But they came back more determined. This time it was inside my skirt, and I too was determined to get the catarrh than lose sleep this very sweet night.

So I turned on a candle and as I turned to get the coil where it was kept I saw a figure before me and as I attempted to scream, my mouth was closed.

“Don’t shout joor! I heard your rumblings about the mosquitoes and I decided to come help you”.

I was dumbfounded. I just glared at him. Didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“Don’t worry about the mosquitoes, let’s just go to your bed, there is something I want to show you”.

In my astounded-ness, he took me to my bed and started saying things I can’t even remember because I was still trying to understand what was going on.

When he noticed that I was not quite listening, he shook me then started explaining why he loved me. At this point, I spoke.

“Big Daddy, how did you get…?”

“Don’t worry about that, I would tell you later”.

He then started playing with my lap, moved up my chest, came back down my skirt. It was at this point I felt the same mosquito sensation but I just thought it was not right, so I resisted. He removed his hands but replaced them almost immediately. When I resisted again, he told me I would love it and should stop struggling.

I tried to cry out but he advised me not to alert other people especially my aunt, who does not sleep too well at times. It was then I remembered how she dealt with me the last time I went to school without washing the plates.

When he noticed I was now restful, he put his hands inside my skirt, the other hand he used to rub my chest. It was an interesting sensation; I did not like it but couldn’t shout for fear that my aunt was going to use odo (pestle) on my head.

He continued this for a while, then in a swift move, removed his worn out boxers and asked that I remove mine too. He eventually did it himself as I was motionless. Now, I was both dumbfounded and scared.

“What was happening?” I thought.

He started licking my body, his finger back in my skirt. After less than two minutes, I noticed he was trying to insert something bigger than his fingers, I resisted again, he reminded me of my aunty. I again remembered her ‘wicked’ ways of dealing with me, and freed my body.

After penetrating me, he went back and forth for what seemed like a year. Then, lay flat on the bed breathing heavily. The pain was unbearable, as sharp as a knife piercing my skin. I wept bitterly but had to muffle the cries with my wrapper for fear that my aunt may hear me.

“You are so sweet. Chai! Where have you been all these while?”

He opened the door to my room slightly, looked left and right, then winked at me and left.

Not sure I have seen so much blood all my life, may be from the fish that I usually help my mum prepare way back in our village, but definitely not this much. I had to use my wrapper to clean it up and later had it washed when my aunt left home later that morning.

I was left unaware of what had just happened. I just did not understand. There was nobody to ask. My family members were not an option, my friends would just laugh at me, like they usually do when I report that my aunty had just dealt with me.

I was left to my ‘introverted’ self to understand the event of that night. My uncle pretended that nothing had happened. We went about our businesses like he didn’t even know where my room was.

He became unfriendly to me after about two days and started complaining to my aunty about things I didn’t even know I did.

“Was that night a dream?”

After about three weeks, I couldn’t take the ‘self-ignorance’ anymore and so I approached my uncle. We were the only ones in the house and so talking was safe.

“If you want to know, I would come to your room tonight. Do you agree?”

“Is that the only way?”

“Yes ke!”

I nodded in agreement and he felt happy about my decision. But was it the right way to understand what was disturbing me?

To be continued…

Update: Read Episode 3 Here