My mum was never comfortable with his relationship with our family, but Mr Shadrach and dad are best of friends and business partners. Mum’s reservation for Mr Shadrach is based on his reckless life styles, polygamous status and obsession with alcohol.
My father, on the other hand, didn’t see anything bad in his friend’s choices. He enjoys his company as his only true friend. They play games and laugh together.
As the only girl in the house, I did not see anything wrong with the man too. He was jovial and friendly with everyone. With the benefit of hindsight, it seemed my mum sensed what dad and I didn’t see.
After my secondary school, I was enrolled for a tutorial class for JAMB, alongside his son, Josh.
He came to pick us in the evenings to drop us at home. He would drop his son at his residence before taking me home. When we get home, my dad would appreciate him while my mum had nothing to complain about because it was a major relief for her.
Every night, in my room, I would bring out everything he bought for me: Suya, ice cream and so on.
But during the day, I always paid the price for all I consumed in the night.
He turned me to a sex addict. Any time, he came to drop me at home, we always had sex in his tinted car. He usually drove into a public school compound where no one would see the car. From fondling my breasts, he graduated to fingering my virgina, and then to having real sex.
At first it was painful, but later I started enjoying it, and with the complimentary gifts that came with it, I gave in.
We continued this affair when I got into the university, I had no boyfriend, he was the only person I knew.
I hardly ask for money at home because I receive monthly allowance from him. I had three abortions for him. In fact, after the third abortion, the doctor specifically told me that my womb was partially damaged, and that I had a fifty-fifty chance of ever getting pregnant.
When I graduated from the university, my dad organised a house party for me and; of course; Mr Shadrach was invited, being his close friend.
My dad, in his speech, after he thanked God and every other people, thanked his friend.
“I want to appreciate my wonderful friend, he has been with us since day one and he took my daughter as his. He has done many things for her which I her father couldn’t even do. May God reward you abundantly and your daughters and son shall also enjoy in multiple folds, what you have done for my family”
I looked straight into his eyes, our eyes met.
He didn’t say Amen.
Instead, he winked at me.
I got the message. It meant we would have a show after the party. Yes. And we had strings of sex for that night and for the rest of the week.
Mr Shadrach later got me a job as his Confidential Secretary in his company. With this, our relationship; or should I say the tempo of our lovemaking; increased exponentially. By now, we were practically making love everywhere. His office became our prime love-nest. He often lay me on the table and banged the hell out of me not minding how the papers, memos and files scattered in different directions.
This continued for four years after my graduation and working. Then, my parents began to mount pressure on me to bring a husband home. That was when it dawned on me that I had a problem at hand.
Over the years, I have come to only love Mr Shadrach, my father’s friend. I can never bring myself to love any other man; no matter how hard I tried. I cannot feel anything for any other guy except for Mr Shadrach. Throughout my University days, I had no boyfriend. I hated the guys who boldly came to ask me out at one point or the other. Till this point, my hatred for guys hasn’t subsided. I even went to seek the help of a Counsellor. He tried his bit, but I abandoned his counsels, when after some months, I wasn’t making any progress in dealing with this trauma. I proceeded to see a Psychologist. His recommendations didn’t help either. Instead, my psyche further sank into the murky muds of discreetly loving Mr Shadrach
My parents were particularly worried about my relationship status and my profound disgust for the opposite sex. They are oblivious of my secret and clandestine sexual relationship with their friend. I don’t know what to do. I am not just in a fix. I am in a mess.