ADA (3): Collusion

... In the morning,it was a normal day in the Francis household. Everyone went about their daily affairs as usual. As he drove to work that morning,francis whistled triumphant tunes. He couldn't believe his luck. Regardless of all she saw last night,he had managed to convince his wife not to squeal a word of it outside. She saw reasons with him not to tarnish the family image because of a ten year old peasant niece.

"she is still going to have sex,eventually one day,but Our family will be destroyed forever."

he had argued. After promising to stop it gradually,his wife agreed to cover up the incident. Afterall,who is to tell me what gradually means? He chuckled.

As usual,the day began for Ada,unusually. She cleaned up her 'menstruation' and came out to greet her guardians wearing her wrapper. Mrs.francis ferociously chased her back into her room. She warned her never to come out with a wrapper again.

"Wrapper every time,you wench! I know you deliberately wear it,to trap your self not my husband!"
she barked.

Ada,young in age and at heart,understood little of what Mrs.francis said to her. She could not decipher the cause of her irritable mood that morning.

"Ada!"

"Yes Ma!"

"Listen carefully,these are the new set of rules you shall abide by henceforth,in this house."

"Yes ma."

"You are allowed only in the kitchen and your room,immediately your uncle returns from work. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma.
But ma,how do i serve his food?"
Asked Ada innocently.
A dirty slap rested on her face in response to her question.

"Rotten girl! Food kill you. Akwuna kwuna -prostitute-! Call me once you prepare the food and i'll serve him myself. Is he your husband?"

Ada shook her held vigorously,still rubbing her face where the slap landed.

As she struggled to make sense of the strange happenings that morning,she could no longer ignore the searing pain around her waist and her loins. The slap aggravated her ever present headache. Would this ever stop? What if this was more than menstruation she wondered. She had a strange dream last night. A dream that felt horribly real. Uncle was in her room,naked on her bed. This must be malaria-acute malaria- she concluded. Mama used to say that strong malaria could cause strange dreams.

For three weeks,everyday had been the same for Ada. Strange fluid on her sheets,waist pain and headaches every morning. Lately,she had noticed a strange twist. In addition to the menstruation issues,she would find herself bent into obnoxious positions when she woke up. She would say someone must have bent her that way if she didn't know better- Maybe it is a ghost- she alluded. If not,how could she explain finding her wrapper on the floor at the other end of her room when she woke up, no matter how tightly she tied it the night before. Today was strange. No fluids on her sheets and nothing dripped off her loins. Maybe it has stopped,she thought,as she ran her hand across her inner thighs, checking for any sign of wetness. In her lying position,she tried to raise her head and

"yuck!!!"
she exclaimed. Wiping the fluid off her lips and spitting out the rest. It was all over her face,running across her young breasts. She felt a tinge of pain as she wiped it off her breasts. She looked at them,marks-bite marks all over her breast.

"God! What is this? Have witches joined the menstruation? Who have i offended "

she burst into tears.

"Akwuna kwuna! Rotten tomatoes! Witch! Ada!"

Mrs.francis yelled from the kitchen...


(to be continued)

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Part 1
Part 2

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