THE SECRET JOURNAL - Episode 1

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - the journal, Queen Elizabeth hall in university of Ibadan, had left the cafeteria in a hurry, during my high school summer holiday, popped a chocolate into her mouth, my chemistry grades skyrocketed, students of communications studies.


Sarah walked into the boulevard at the front of Queen Elizabeth hall in university of Ibadan.  She was holding her prized possession, the journal. She found it lying in the cafeteria while eating and wanted to return it to the owner. Kelvin had left the cafeteria in a hurry leaving behind a leather journal. She picked it up with the intention of returning it to him. This would give her the much needed opportunity to finally talk to him she thought. She really liked him a lot but he seemed distant in a way she didn’t seem to understand. Her Curiosity drove her to the decision to read the journal before returning it. There was no form of identity or signature on the journal. It looked old with worn folded pages but it appeared worded. Sarah wasn’t the nosy type but she couldn’t stop the desire to know what was written in it. She settled on one of the stone benches away from activity and noise. She opened the journal and began to read.

Entry 1:
I stared at my aunt with so much disdain and wanted to do nothing but slit her throat. She lay snoring on the bed while I sat on the chair watching her intently. I hated myself for what I had become and I hated her even more for what she turned me into. I removed the folded paper from my jeans which lay neatly on the chair and proceeded to the fridge. I uncapped her favourite wine and turned the entire powder inside it. I corked it and waited for it to settle. It was poison and I wanted badly to make Aunty Suzan pay for everything.

I quickly slipped into bed beside her and gently nudged her to wake up. She smiled at me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. I poured from the wine for her but she hesitated claiming it was too early. She went to the bathroom and dressed up saying she needed to be at the office. She gave me a fat wad of dollars and left me in the hotel room.

I poured the entire bottle of wine into the sink when she left and cried myself to sleep cursing myself for being too weak. My friends really think I am happy; I like to think that I am but deep down… I just want to die! I didn’t want to be this way. Aunt made me do it. She forced herself on me when I went visiting at her place during my high school summer holiday. Her husband went on a business trip while her kids were playing outside the house. Nobody even suspected a thing when she lured me into her bedroom claiming she wanted to offer motherly advice to me. In fact, nobody would have suspected after all, she was my mother’s elder sister.

Aunt Suzan told me to take my clothes off while she made me fondle her breasts. It was my first time and I was very naïve; I was really scared and wanted nothing but to please her. At sixteen my aunt opened me up to a world I didn’t knew existed seeing I grew up in a staunch catholic home like my mom. Besides that, she had a very caring and good-looking man for a husband. How then does she prefer sleeping with me, her nephew and a naïve teenager?

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Sarah bit her lips and adjusted her glasses as the first entry sunk into her head. She was taken aback by what she had read. She looked around to see if anyone was watching her closely, everyone around seemed engrossed in themselves so she popped a chocolate into her mouth and turned the next page.

Entry 2
I heard some boys in school saying, “He’s different now.” I wish they knew what I was going through; not by choice but by circumstances. After the holiday, I noticed some changes in myself. I didn’t enjoy the company of my friends. We used to hang out at Usman’s house after school to play and work on our homework. This time, I constantly found myself staring at his mother. At first, the boys laughed it off claiming I was smitten because she was very pretty. Usman became alarmed when he found a written note addressed to his mom from me. He was greatly angered by it and threatened to tell the others if I continued. It caused a strain in our friendship and so I avoided the boys altogether. I stayed in the company of girls just to hear them gossip but I never really was attracted to any of them.

Temi, my childhood friend was also worried about the changes she noticed in my behaviour. She was the smartest girl I knew and we used to spend hours talking about everything. She walked up to me one day and asked me what happened during the holiday asking if I found a girlfriend in Abuja. I stood speechless and watched her walk away because I would say nothing. How do I tell a girl I once professed love to that I was into older women now?

I shrank into myself and hated the insatiable appetite that was building up daily. Mrs Abila, our chemistry teacher must have noticed too because she called me after school for a chat. Instead of listening to her, I found myself constantly staring at her chest. She had volumptuous breasts which caused a little strain on the shirt she was wearing. The button line crack gave me enough space to catch a glimpse at her cleavage. It was like a strange desire to explore older women consumed me. Against my better judgement, I touched her hand and caressed it gently; she looked at me in surprise and didn’t ask me to stop. I took the cue and touched her the way aunt Suzan liked it; it was a movie when she asked me to make love to her. On top of the chemistry lab desk, we made love that day until we could take no more. We soon developed a routine on the guise of having extra coaching classes with her. We would stay back after school and enjoy several hours in each other’s arms. It was easy to cover up since I only had to convince my mom I needed more chemistry coaching; besides my chemistry grades skyrocketed. Mrs Abila was in her 30’s and a widowed mother of three while I was only in SS2.

The next holiday, I suggested to my parents that I wanted to spend some time with my cousins in Abuja. Aunt Suzan had told me to say so when she found out I was on holiday. My mom was sceptical about it saying she wanted to spend more time with me but my step father obliged and told her they could take a vacation while I visited my aunt. My mother had remarried three years after the death of my father, so my stepfather used the slightest available opportunity to spend time with her. I can’t really tell if he liked me or not because he was always nice to me when my mother is around. We respected each other but never got involved in each other’s life. He was the last person I could tell what I was going through.

Aunt Suzan picked me up at the airport and took me straight to the hotel. She kept whispering, “I missed you so much baby,” all through the trip. I sat quietly and smiled sheepishly at her. As we lay spent on the bed after much episodes of sex, I made my first demand. “I need a new phone and laptop. All my friends have iPhones but I don’t”. She looked at me and smiled. “Is that all?” she asked. I nodded. We left the hotel and went shopping before returning home to her family. She lied that traffic was hectic and I agreed with her, after all, she spoilt me silly with gifts my mom never got for me.

I enjoyed every hour I spent in my aunt’s arm and often stayed angry when I hear her moaning in bed with her husband. I was jealous and I hated that feeling. My aunt would appease me by giving me gifts and money. Somehow I was content seeing all I wanted to do was show off to my classmates in school that I was richer than them. It worked! Everyone envied me and I revelled in the attention I got.
 

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“Hey Sarah,” Jimmy’s voice startled her. She quickly closed the journal and feigned a smiled at him. He looked at her awkwardly and asked if he was interrupting anything. She said he wasn’t and lied about concentrating on an assignment. They were both final year students of communications studies. He walked away after they exchange pleasantries.

She shifted uncomfortably on the bench feeling a sense of unease settling in her chest. The stone bench made her bottom ache. Sarah reached for a piece of chocolate in her bag only to realize it was all gone. She picked up her bag and walked to the cafeteria to buy more chocolates.
 
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