Years later, Alex would come to realise that his sexual initiation by Aunty Flora was a crime called sexual molestation, but in the mean time, he enjoyed every single escapade.
With each session, he became bolder and the trepidation he’d earlier had for Aunty Flora slowly dissipated. When his parents weren’t around, this was almost all the time, like three weeks out of a month, Alex’s morality compass skewed out of control. He didn’t respect Flora, he returned home from school late, he became reckless and was emboldened to speak to the senior girls at his school.
The girls seemed to like his attention as Alex was a handsome boy. And though he was younger than them, his height made him tower over them and soon, he became a favourite among the senior girls, he was duly hated among the senior boys and a hero among his mates.
Flora, of course, didn’t know how to handle the monster she had created and didn’t much care either, after all, he wasn’t her kid. Alex grew not just bolder but demanding and Flora was equal to the task.
It got to a point Alex hated his parents for returning from their travels and would sulk intensely until the next plan to travel. Silently, he’d wished that they would never return so that he would become the adult his parents didn’t realise he was and in a freak accident on their way back from one of their travels, Alex got his wish.
“Akwaowo, I don’t know how to tell you this, but your parents are dead. They died in a car accident on their way back from Umuahia. Their car was crushed by a trailer whose brakes had failed and so they died instantly.”
Didn’t he just say he didn’t know how to say it? Alex thought in shock while Flora burst into great sobs of sorrow. The ‘He’ who hadn’t known how to break the sad news but proceeded to blurt it out perfectly, was his father’s colleague, a fellow auditor. But Uncle Evans had been wise to open his private practice, an auditing firm with employees, while his own parents had probably enjoyed the novelty of travelling to different places.
“But you just said you didn’t know how to say it,” the fourteen year old Alex pointed out numbly; the consequences of the news yet to sink.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured contritely while sighing exasperatingly at Flora’s bawling.
“God why?!” she wailed, “Chai, so, Akwaowo, you’re now an orphan?” she asked no one in particular and shrugged both her shoulders sharply, seemingly unable to comprehend the unreality of the tragedy.
Flora’s wailing attracted the neighbours; soon the sitting room was filled up with sadly conversing but entirely unhelpful adults. His friends looked at him as though he was an alien, as though he was different and truly he was; he was now an orphan.
They didn’t know what to say to him and when he spoke to them, they squirmed awkwardly and seemed eager to follow their parents out when they were ready to leave. The whole experience was surreal until Uncle Evans finally asked who he could call to make funeral arrangements.
“I…I don’t know,” Alex stammered. And though he was taller and broader in the shoulders than Uncle Evans, his uncertain expression showed how much of a child he was in that moment.
“Don’t you have uncles and aunties? I need the number of one of your father or mother’s siblings,” Evans snapped, apparently his good will had reached its threshold.
“My father…I don’t have any uncles or aunties. I only know my grand parents, my father’s parents. They are in the village and they don’t have phones,” he explained, while swallowing convulsively to stop the tears prickling his eyes; Alex realised that they was more to being an adult than having sex. It was then that he recalled his silent wish for his parents not to ever return home from their travels.
It was then that Alex burst into tears. He was so weakened by his sadness that his fell to his knees and cried so hard he could barely breathe. His parents were dead because of him, because he had wished it and it came to pass. Alex wailed more while thinking, but I hadn’t meant for them to die, just travel.
Uncle Evans sighed wearily, muttering under his breath, but his frustration was palpable as he paced the length of the rented apartment’s sitting room. Another gusty sigh emanated from him and he groaned in the midst of the sobs from Alex and Flora.
“I’ll be back tomorrow morning. Flora,” he called and had to shout again before the maid answered in a sniffle.
“Take care of him,” he directed, pointing a finger at Alex who was currently doubled over on his knees.
“Yes sir,” she stammered and locked the door when he left.
Flora managed to coax Alex to his room but wasn’t successful in getting him to eat. After curbing her own tears, she returned with a wet towel to wipe the dried tears and snot from Alex’s face. Done with her tender care, she made to leave the bed but Alex held on to her, his tears dribbling down his cheeks again, so, she quietly joined him and cuddled his head to her bosom while patting his broad back as though calming a baby.
“My sweet baby,” she murmured, caressing his head and in the next instant, she prodded his head backwards and proceeded to kiss him deeply.
Through the fog of his sadness, Alex knew this wasn’t what Uncle Evans had meant when he’d instructed her to take care of him, but he wasn’t going to reject her advances either.
As he was taller and stronger than her, even though she was older…way older, he pushed her, laying her flat on her back, then he took control. He wasn’t the naïve boy of eleven anymore, now he knew things; he knew how to pleasure a woman, Aunty Flora had made sure of that.
But he wasn’t going to pleasure her. Tonight he wanted to disappear into the mindlessness that physical intimacy provided. He might not have known that was his aim, but he knew he wanted to forget, even for a brief minute, he wanted to bury his guilt of killing his parents.
He attacked Flora’s mouth in a punishing kiss. Though his eyes were closed, his hands moved with the confidence of familiarity. And when he met her cloths, he groaned and tore through the offending barrier to get to warm, soft flesh of comfort.
Roughly, he spread her thighs and pounded into her with the fury of his pain, his sorrow and emptiness.
Flora panted, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” as he ploughed her until she had to use the pillow to muffle her screams. For even in the throes of pleasure, she was aware of the tragic circumstances and it wouldn’t do for the neighbours to hear her sensual shouts.
She came so many times before Alex finally groaned his release and then he proceeded to cover his face on a pillow and cry so hard, none of her soft mutterings could comfort him. She was glad when he finally fell into restless slumber. Flora pitied the poor boy but knew that things would be different in the morning and so she mourned the fact that she would miss his sexual prowess.
True to Flora’s thoughts, everything changed. The funeral arrangements were hurried, the burial was snappish because, as he’d heard someone murmur, his parents were crushed beyond repair, so, they hadn’t been a viewing of the bodies.
Alex was pulled out of his school. His grand parents released Flora of her duties, parked the important things from the house and took Alex to the village. One would say another chapter of his life had begun.
ALEX OF IKOT UKAP ADVENTURES continues
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