Burnt – Episode 1

The entries for the Baba Risi Illustrators Competition closes at midnight today. I’ve recieved four entries so far. I’ll be posting the entries tomorrow for y’all to vote. Voting will last till next Monday.

We begin BURNT today. Enjoy.



Donald Wadada had been lying awake in bed for the last fifteen minutes. In those fifteen minutes, he had done nothing but stare at the woman sleeping beside him, the one who was his first girlfriend for three years, and had now been his wife for another ten. He could go on looking at her like that all day long, content with nothing but having his eyes feast on her beauty. Here she was, first thing in the morning without makeup, and she was still looking like the most stunning woman in the world. He let his eyes run all the way down her lingerie clad body and then back to her face, feeling a wave of desire course through him as he did. After she had given him a set of twin girls two years into the marriage, the doctor had called him into a small office and told him in clear terms that his wife would not be able to have any other children.

At first, she had been afraid. Afraid that he would want a male child and go outside of their marriage to get one. She worked hard at making her body bounce back, and bounce back it did. But she did not know how he loved her, how she was the center of his world. He could never do such a thing to her. He had eyes only for her, and worshipped the ground on which she walked.

She smiled in her sleep, stirring a little, and he thought she was about to wake up but she settled back into dreamland.

Hajara had almost given away the fact that she was awake when she smiled. After ten years of marriage, it amazed her that her husband was still like this with her. She realized now the wisdom of her aunt when she had told her “you can bring yourself to love any man you marry, because you are a woman. But make sure you marry a man who is crazy about you, and who loves you more than you love him. That, my dear, is the secret to a happy marriage.” Those words rang true about her and Donald even now.

She remembered how everyone in her circle had been when she started seeing him all those years ago now. She had been a finalist in the Most Beautiful Girl in Nigeria competition, and the general opinion was that she should have won. Everyone thought she was destined for a life of stardom, dating celebrities local and international and maybe settle down with some rich oil magnate or foreign designer. So they were all shocked when she brought this shy guy who ran a modest IT firm on the mainland to them. He was the classical IT geek caricature. He wore thick glasses, jeans and t-shirts and his idea of a date stopped at seeing the Facebook movie or the Steve Jobs biopic. By dating him, she effectively dropped out of the social radar and stopped appearing on the magazine covers and blogposts. It was around that time that he accompanied her to some family event that she couldn’t quite remember now. Funny how things that seemed like the world when they happened became insignificant with the passing of time. He was sitting on a table that day, looking around awkwardly while she was with some family members. The conversation inevitably turned to the two of them and everyone said what they had been saying since the first time she introduced him “Hajara, you are dating beneath you!” it was after they had all gone, that aunty pulled her aside and spoke those words of wisdom.

Thankfully, she had listened to her aunt and not the rest of the family. Three years after that, she walked down the aisle with Donald and became Mrs. Wadada. That was in March 2003, early in the internet era in Nigeria. When the internet boom began, Donald was well positioned to be at its forefront. From a struggling IT company, his business grew to become a giant. Today, he had emerged as one of the richest men in Lagos. Hajara always said an internal “in your face” anytime they came across any of those people that had said she should leave him. After his money came, she had braced herself up for what she thought was the inevitable – the other women. But they simply never came. She was beyond ecstatic that she had listened to her aunt. Any other man but Donald and she was sure they would have entered the “carry your women but not in my face phase”.

Finally, she opened her eyes and cooed “good morning baby,” and he smiled back at her, moving closer to kiss her on the forehead.

“Morning darling. That is the holy kiss. Now this is the real good morning kiss.” With that he kissed her full on the lips, passionately.

Of course, the lanky frame had filled out now, and the hairline was beginning to recede but he managed to stay fit. She demanded it, asking why would she be working my ass off to look good for him and he would be allowed to grow a protruding belly?

She sat up in the bed and wrapped a nightdress around herself. She never really slept with that on, it was merely for fashion. “Morning duty calls,” She said as she left the room.

The master bedroom was on the first floor of our two-storey duplex. It opened into a large room where the exercise equipment was installed. On the other side of this mini-gym was the children’s room. She picked her way through the mass of equipment in the space towards their room. She could hear them even getting to the door. Or more correctly, she could hear her.

She opened the door and sure enough, the little girl was jumping up and down all around her twin on the big bed that they shared.

“Play with me, play with me, play with me,” she kept on chanting. The other one just kept on rolling away from her path, ignoring her with an uninterested look on her face.

“Inya!” Hajara shouted and Inya stopped jumping, only now realizing that her mum had walked in. She flashed her perfect teeth and ran over to the door, wrapping her arms around Hajara in tight embrace “Mummy!” she shouted too.

That was Inya, adorable Inya. She looked like a miniature version of her mum. “This child is just a drama queen” Hajara thought to herself. If she entered a room and she was not the center of attention within five minutes, she would employ every antic her eight year old mind could come up with to capture everyone’s attention. She would not be satisfied until then. Hajara’s folks told her she had been like that when she was her daughter’s age, but she always vehemently denied it.

In contrast, Ohiza was like her father. Tall for her age, she didn’t possess her sister’s cuteness or easy charm. She would rather go into a room and sit in a corner, watching everyone. It was only when she got home that she would almost accurately tell you everything that happened in the room, if she was in the mood to talk. Hajara was scolding Inya now, but as usual, she was paying absolutely no attention.

“Good morning sis,” a male voice came from behind Hajara.

Immediately they heard his voice, the two girls bolted out of the room to greet their uncle. He was the only one that Ohiza took easily to. Though he was Hajara’s youngest brother, he was more like her son. He was twenty three, sixteen years her junior and she had basically taken care of him while their mum worked when they were younger. Naturally, he had moved in with her when he got into the University of Lagos, and had helped the Wadadas raise their own kids. Because they needed him for this, he had never stayed in the hostel all through school and now he was in his final year. They gave him a car to use in school so he could go from their place in Oniru.

He tried to pick them up and feigned difficulty “you girls are becoming too big for uncle to carry o!” he said and they pushed him over and climbed all over him. He took them away to help them get ready for school while she went to get Donald’s breakfast ready.


Inya always sat in front whenever Uncle Idris was taking them to school. That way, she could be the one chatting away with him. He was very handsome, and his girlfriend, Aisha was like all the models in the magazines that her mum bought. She wanted to be fine like Aisha when she grew up and she never missed an opportunity to ask questions about being pretty when Aisha came visiting.

As soon as they got into the classroom, she went over the part of the class where all her cute friends like Tomisin, Basirat, Kanayo and Charles sat. She liked coming to school because everybody wanted to be her friend here. They knew her daddy was super rich, and she was the prettiest girl in the whole primary four. Even their class teacher treated her a little special.

Before the class started, the class teacher, Miss Kunat brought a boy into the class. “He’s soooo cute!” Inya whispered to Basirat. Kanayo made a face at her. “No he isn’t”.

“Didn’t your mummy tell you jealousy would make you rotten?” Inya said mockingly and Kanayo quickly shut up. None of them questioned Inya. “He has to be our friend; we’re the cutest in the class.” She said this with an air of finality. By the time she had stopped talking, she had missed his name.

Break time came and Inya and her friends tried to get to the boy. All the other kids were trying to get her attention as she passed with her crew but she ignored them all so she could be the first to make friends with the boy. When they finally found him, the boy was talking to Ohiza by the swing. Inya felt jealousy rise within her as she led her team towards the duo.

In school, since she had all her other friends around, she didn’t try to get Ohiza to play with her like she did at home.

A dry “Hi Ohiza,” was all her twin got, and then she moved on to him. Flashing her most charming smile, she said “Hiiiii”, and the rest of the quartet echoed her.

The boy looked all four of them over and then said “so I don’t have a name? Of course you didn’t hear the teacher saying my name, did you? You were too busy making noise in the class.”

Inya didn’t think before she retorted “of course I did!”

The boy raised an eyebrow lazily “oh, really? What’s my name then?”

The heat rose in Inya’s face as she fought desperately to dig his name out.

He laughed at her, an annoying laugh and then looked at her and the others “you want to be my friend? No! Never!” he said with a slight American accent. Then he went to join Ohiza who had left them to go sit on the swings and observe the drama from there.

When she went quietly to the swings, Ohiza had thought that she would watch Brian skip away laughing with Inya like all the others. Inya seemed to think everyone should be her friend, and whenever Ohiza made a new friend, it seemed to make Inya want that friend even more. After being tired of losing friends to her twin, Ohiza developed a defense – if she didn’t have friends to lose in the first place, then she wouldn’t lose them to Inya.

She had felt awkward when Brian had come to meet her in her corner of the playground. He belonged to Inya’s kind of crowd, cute like all those boys on Disney Channel and with his American accent, he was bound to be a cool kid. But he had come to her and said hi and then he sat with her IN THE PLAYGROUND! She had been floating, enjoying it until Inya and her crowd came.

Now, as he left them and walked towards her, she felt like a Cinderella whose prince had brought the glass slipper. Her little eight year old heart fell in love. Throughout the break time, she played with only Brian and found herself laughing at everything he said. When they went back to class, she saw that her seatmate had gone to Brian’s seat and he was sitting with her now. He must have asked to seat with her and her seatmate hadn’t hesitated to give up the seat beside unpopular Ohiza. All of them could go away for all she cared now – she had Brian beside her, and that was all that mattered. School was going to be fun from now on.


Idris wasn’t in the mood to listen to any chatter that afternoon. This ASUU strike was already getting to him seriously. He wanted to get back to school and get it done with so he could go and serve but the government was saying nonsense about the country grinding to a halt if they met ASUU’s demands. Bollocks! And then Aisha had come around today and he had thought he was at least going to get some. But trust the girl, she had brought up that stupid quarrel over him not being able to get her the dress she wanted for one of the plenty award shows she liked to go for. And because of that, she didn’t allow him do anything! He hissed again as he saw his nieces coming towards the car.

He was ready to snap at talkative Inya if she would not let him be today, so he was very surprised when she sulked and hardly said a word on the drive home. By the time they got home, he was worried. “Inya, are you okay?” he reached out to touch her neck to see if she was running a temperature. There was nothing abnormal about her temperature.

Ohiza was the one that volunteered an answer “it’s because she couldn’t steal my friend” she said, dancing around the living room.

Inya stormed away into the room, crying. Idris spoke sternly to Ohiza “now you’ve made your sister cry!” Ohiza shot back “she always, always does that to me, and now this one time she doesn’t get what she wants, she’s sulking and you are trying to make me feel bad. Well, I won’t!” Then remembering something Brian had done in school to Inya, she said “No! Never!” mimicking his stance and accent.

Idris left the jubilant Ohiza in the living room and went to the room. Inya was curled up on the big bed, sobbing. He sat on the bed, speaking softly to her as he did.

“Inyus, our princess, don’t mind that naughty Ohiza. Look, I got you something,” he said, holding up Aisha’s glasses. He knew Inya loved even though they would be oversized for her. She turned and smiled when she saw it, taking it from him and looking it over.

Then she looked at him and said “is it because I’m not pretty like Aunty Aisha that boys don’t like me?”

Idris was taken aback by her unexpected question. “But you know you are our beauty queen dear, you are very pretty. In fact, we are going for Little Miss Nigeria with you, just like your mummy was in the big Most Beautiful Girl in Nigeria,” he said, nudging her playfully.

“Then why doesn’t Brian like me?” she asked.

“Who is Brian?” Idris asked.

“He’s the cutest boy in our class, and he speaks with a nice pho-ne. but he doesn’t like me. Uncle, how can I make him like me?”

“Oh, that’s Brian. Well, there’s one way you can make every guy like you,” Idris said as he got up from the bed. Quickly, Inya sat up, her eyes shining now and tugged at his shirt

“Uncle, pleeeeeeeaaaaaassssseeee tell me now,” she said.

“If I teach you, it has to be our little secret. We don’t want Ohiza knowing it so she won’t be able to get the boys to like her too. So it’s going to be between you and me alone. Can you cross your heart?”

She solemnly put her hands across her small chest and swore “I cross my heart and hope to die”. Idris grinned and then went back to shut the door.

“Now, you will follow my lead and do exactly as I say, so you can learn what only big aunties like Aisha know” he said.

She nodded vigorously. Smiling leeringly, he dropped his pants. Already, his erection was bulging underneath his boxers. When he dropped the shorts, his erect penis shot up into the air and Inya who had never seen anything like it before shrank backwards.

“Are you afraid? You don’t want to learn anymore?” he asked tauntingly and bent over to pull his boxers back up.

She quickly said “no, I want to learn.”

He stood upright again and moved towards the bed, the trouser and shorts between his legs making his gait awkward. When he got beside her, he took her tiny hands and said, “Now, touch me here, like this.”

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179 thoughts on “Burnt – Episode 1

  1. Lord have mercy. Didn’t see this ending coming. This is insane. Once again, Tunde, I love your write style, makes me want to read more. Thumbs up.

  2. As soon as the guy stepped into d picture, I guessed this will happen, but being from the mothers side, I reassured myself.
    Now I’m really sad.
    He should be hung……whaaaaaat!!

  3. Ha!Babatunde omo Ajileye,I was enjoying this story so much until Mr idris locked the door behind him,so he wants to sleep with a girl of 8,his nices for that matter,ha!!!!Aye ma nika oooooooooooo,what a way to start the story,I just new everything can’t be sweet and now u just confirmed my fears,I no wan burn oooo

  4. WTF!! R u shitting me?? Hmmmmm, TL u bring bck memories dt mks me wnt to commit murder! And where d hell was dis mother! She was busy loving up wit her hubby whn she shld v bn teaching her kids as lil as they cld knw abt sex edu. Knowing d kind of very sharp kid she had in Inya!

  5. Jesus! OMG! When they first featured him, I was like hmmn, guy dts been taking care of kids since birth, hope he’s not bn abusing them! Only for the idiot to take advantage of such a situation! Hw can he have an erection for an 8yr old? LoRD GOD! When wd women learn to trust NO1 with the lil gals?
    On d moral side, traits such as dese sd be quelled in childhood! Wanting everything to be abt u, now look how far an 8yr old is willing to go te get attention of a boy jst cos he likes her sis.
    Until d end, I was gonna say d story had a striking resemblance to a novel by Sydney…but dt last paragraph changed it all. Shit has hit d fan

    • ,an 8yr old lyk ha is wilin 2 go to any length,bt No,not ds length.she didn’t kno bout ds length ,tl he brot it up,ds is a case of him preyn on ha innocenc.n cos she trusts him I doubt if she’l tel any1.my heart aches badly.parents sex education is xtremely vital!trust no 1 wt ur kids.n parents too shld strive to curb ds ‘wantn 2 b d centa of attentn’ attitude.so sad.

  6. Still pondering on ds Idris xter during my free time…usually though its the quiet lil girls that face abuse not a sharp tongued kid like Inya…..however sm sharp ones get abused n it just mks dem feel wiser n better than oda kids due to their ignorance at that age.
    Again, I think its not so good to encourage a childs antics and excesses like they do for Inya, keeping her in the spotlight all the tym, telling her how beautiful she is n all, both kids shd b encouraged equally, some kids in Ohizas situation end up feeling 2nd best for the rest of their lives n not good enuf for anyone or anything,
    I hope d smarter Ohiza walks into d rum o, dat babe strikes me as really wise.

  7. I so saw this coming… Buh wah came over him? All these ppl that r possessed with Senator Yerima’s spirit shld be dealt with. Ehen, TL, I av missed Baba Risi o. Biko, do something about it. #11th week of Asuu strike# #sobs#

  8. Lawd have mercy!!!!! I just knew it. ……our little secret….. Uncles and peadophilia *shaking my head*

    Great work TL. This will be an interesting piece. I can sense it.

  9. NO! NO! No! No relative stays with me when I’m married. That’s the rule! #DearFutureHusband take note! Not even a maid! We school those kids together! (ง’̀⌣’́)︻╦╤─ -¤ -¤ -¤ To all Idris! Die you bloody monsters!

  10. Since d mother has trusted him so much to d extent of him bathing them nd dressing dm up, things like this are bound to happen! OMG! This is definitely not going to end well…Tundeleye pls I want endings like Finding hubby, Tricia’s nightmare nd likes. Enough of sad stories already @tomiadesina I’m wt u on this…no relative stays not even a maid!

  11. TundeLeye has started again oh!!! Didn’t see that last part coming @all…Parents should learn not to trust anyone with their daughters…and stop trying to make a child feel more important at d expense of another. Nice work TL.

    • …..this is so crazy!!! may God grant us wisdom to train our kids properly! This is man’s inhumanity to man.. after he will say it’s the devil…

  12. Uncle TL nawao! I was also thinking the story looked similar to sydney sheldon’s master of the game till the little twist at the end. Abeg o, but this seems to be a good lesson to all mums out there. Can’t wait for the next episode!

  13. Oh nooooo! My heart just sank! I saw it coming with the ” help them get ready for school” thingy but I dismissed it. TL why now? Is’nt there enough maddness in the world already? I’m a huge fan sha & NOTHING is changing that!

  14. Lakuli jalailu!!!!!! Idrissiiiii, Haaaaaa!! Ant wey dey chop leaf na inside leaf e dey… I suspected a fowl play when Idris was introduced, he baths and dresses the girls (he watched them grow). He already had the erection cause Aisha didnt give him what he wanted. women shine ya eyes, trust nobody with ya kids.

  15. I knew it wud get to dis,why on earth sake will she allowed idris to be bathing dose girls,dis ɪ̣̝̇§ bad,poor inya.nice one TL

  16. OMG!!! Inya to the rescue– since he cudnt get none from Aisha. Idris-Yerima shud be hung by his balls. Pervert!!
    But honestly mothers/parents should let kids know that they can’t have it all. Poor Inya!

  17. Tunde oooooooooo,like seriously…… Mehn I almost tot I could predict the story,I tot it was a beautiful story&it was normal for people to struggle at first,then have a beautiful life&i personally know so many “uncle idris” kinda setting where younger siblings were in charge of their nephew&nieces,and supervise them or with their maids,not to necessarily bath them,so I was comfortable reading the story,till the shocking twist,I mean wat level of madness would make any guy so wicked to do that to any child talkless his blood,afterall the parents have done for him,mehn am a guy but I had tears in my eye after reading this,but its an eye opener for us not to be sooo relaxed with our children

  18. Hmmmmm….. I just knew this was going to happen when you focused more on the children in this episode. TL I hope you will be able to handle the flood of memories this kind of story will bring. Patiently waiting for next week.

  19. My girlfriend sent this to me and it sickened me. But she did because she wanted me to see the reality of our lives. I have a daughter I would kill for. To imagine trusted hands doing this is crazy. Who are we safe with?

  20. Memories…….. Parents have to be careful about who they leave their kids with. He is a pervert and should be castrated. Good one TL.

  21. Nice write up my heart was beating fast and was scared for innocent inya because I Knew uncle Idris the Paedphile was up to something.

  22. Tunde Leye does what he was born to do . WRITE and he does it right! Burnt is going to be a massive hit! I loove it from episode 1

  23. Jesus!!! *faint* What kinda animal is idris? How long had he bin waiting for the perfect opportunity? Where in God’s name was their mum? Dear future hubby I look forward to marital romance gaaaaann o but not @d expensive of our kids. *sobbing*

  24. Saw abuse coming when d 2 girls wr intro’d; but then d sib rivalry came up, dn i tot we’ld be taken to 10-15yrs l8r…let d ride begin

  25. Tunde Leye, please I personally beseech you not to let bastard uncle idris touch Inya, please. Ohiza should just go and keep banging the door, the mum should comehome at the time, something should just happen apart from idris taking full advantage of Inya pleaseeeeeeeee. *seriously begging*

  26. Uncle T,
    First let me say u do river o😊and u r a brave young man!
    Unlike your other readers I didn’t see dis coming, I was waiting for the angle the tale would unfold in ( wld Inya kill her Sita, grow up hating her) watever but not dis.
    Abuse is a very serious matter n when I got to the line abt him teaching her something to be kept a secret my stomach knotted up; I thot no surely u r not going there. It hs to be handled ever so delicately.
    Pls provide sign posts (draw attention to areas where ppl may go to for help) for readers who may be affected by the tale one way or anoda. In de uk there is currently a campaign called the underwear rule being run by the NSPCC pls feel free to browse n look deeper.
    We r all accountable pls don’t leave it up to de parents alone many eyes raise a child.

  27. I saw the abuse coming as soon as the uncle was introduced. Its so sad. I intend to personally raise awareness with parents on why they need to educate their children about sex and the likes. Thanks Daley for that underwear rule info…looking it up right away.

  28. Sore subject for me, I hope I can follow this series…..God didn’t intend for us not to be able to trust our fathers brothers uncles or whatever, this is so sad, too sad…how do we cope as women? How do we juggle husband, children, work, chores, church, in-laws (to name a few) with no help? Oh God!!!!!

  29. I saw that coming when he couldn’t get some from his galfriend. This is badddd,but its what happens for real. Parents should also prevent’sibling rivalry’ too. Thanks TL

  30. Jesu Kristi! Lord save our children from predators. Parents pls teach your children sex education early. As soon as uncle Idris entered the picture my antennas stood up.

    Tunde well done for writing about something happening in our society that ppl are too shy or scared to talk about.

  31. Hmmm…*sigh* well I do not totally blame d mother for trusting her brother so much considering that she also took care of him too when he was younger, but I totally blame her for allowing her daughter become so vain! Apparently its her daughter’s vanity that is leading to this ugly situation!! A big lesson for mothers and mothers-to-be!

  32. I first thought the wife was going to burn the husband by heating, and then I thought maybe the husband, my mind never went to Iris until the very end.#sobbing… I hate the dude but love the story. Its different from your usual. Its kl #thumbsup

  33. Saw dis coming,since he came to picture, I encourage same sex help for children, pray something happen and the girl didn’t do it ohhh.
    Heart beating fast

  34. Awwwwww…. I saw this cmg but didn’t want to believe it… I can kill d guy from my phone… Tunde ve started with Suspence of Life… Abeg na

  35. OMG!! Why?? What a silly uncle.. This is why I don’t think parents should leave their little girls around any man without female supervision.. At all.. GOSH!! Guys can be very disgusting and annoying

  36. Its so sad becos this really happen a lot dis days. Wen a father sef will b avin sex wt his daughter. God save mothers nd we mothers to be. We’ve to be prayerful nd careful cos d rate gals are abused sexually now its increasing. Nice one tundeleye. Tanx 4 hiting d nail on d head.

  37. The end of this makes me cringe, it brings back forgotten memories……I wud totally blow idris brains out right now if given the opportunity( my vivid imagination speaking). Parents have a lot of work to do, especially mothers.

    Nice work tl, u had foaming @ the mouth!

  38. I and some of my friends are victims of paedophillic uncles and even aunts but God kept saving me in ways I could not explain although some were unlucky. Thank you for bringing this to life so people can start or continue with teaching children sex education!

  39. I thought about this all day yesterday and all night. I woke up this morning to read again. I’m grateful to TL for writing this. Out of 10 nigerian homes, it has happened in eight, yet everyone tends to keep quiet about it. Not only to little girls, even the boys too. And sometimes the parents never find out. In some situations the child even likes it and get addicted. God bless you TL, for raising awareness about this through your writing. People who know this and have always ignored it are forced to remember. Those who do not know it are finding out. Hmm. Pls let us protect our children from abuse. A child is not too young to learn sex education. Maybe too young to understand, but not too young to know about it. Pls and pls. Especially from trusted relatives. Sometimes the helps are even better than the relatives. #Okbye

  40. Loads of people on here seem to have experienced something of the sort. Wow. Didn’t see this coming. Looking forward to reading the next episode. Pretty disgusting though

  41. OMG..ΐτ̅ Ȋ̝̊̅§ always better not to show preference for one kid over the other.Don’t make a kid feel she Ȋ̝̊̅§ special compared to his/her siblings…ΐτ̅ gets into the kid’s head.

  42. Dear Tunde, I’ve been an avid follower of yours, from the ‘Finding Hubby’ story. However, ‘Burnt’ has left a ‘Burnt’ taste, excuse the pun, in my mouth. As much as I admire your thought process in coming up with theses stories, I think u have gone a bit too far with the details of paedophilia at the end of this episode. In recent times, our society has been inundated with cases of paedophilia/child abuse, and I think u could have been a bit less detailed in your description. They say, less is more, and I couldn’t agree more with that saying, with regards to the last 3 or 4 paragraphs of Episode 1 of Burnt.

    • As much as I agree with you that this topic is a very sensitive one and its going to bring back a lot of memories for many people (me inclusive), I believe that this “less is more” attitude is killing us in this country. Many people are dying in silence because we all don’t want to wash our dirty linen in “public”. What a child experiences in his/her formative years go a long way in moulding the child (especially the girl child). Its high time someone spoke up about this issue. These things happen everyday and believe me, if we all keep quiet, it would get to a stage where we would not be able to handle it anymore (legalising pedophilia for example). Let us start by crying out, creating an awareness, if writers can’t discuss this issue, who will?
      Bdw, I don’t see anything overly explicit in how tunde leye painted the last few paragraphs of this episode. Its his own way of sensitizing us. Let’s stop coding and hit the nail on the head please. What is bad is bad, its not called 2 names. #my2kobo

      • Co-sign.
        It’s about time we all spoke up instead of coding/leaving it to God as Nigerians have been doing since 1960!

  43. TL….this is my first time commenting on any of your stories. Please don’t go there, not at a time like this, this is so so wrong……..

  44. Tunde,of all names to use it had to be INYA!! And by the way, its OYIZA,not Ohiza. Now, as soon as the uncle came into the picture,i feared this would happen. But i kinda brushed it aside as the story progressed. However,knowing u,i don’t see this going too far so i look forward to next week to see what happens to ‘uncle Idris’. Its just a wake-up call for parents….we have alot of work to do!! God help us. Well done Tunde!!!

  45. many of had this bitter experience with houseboys, uncles and the like. i wish we can begin to suggest solutions from legal, spiritual, educational and social perspectives. pedophilia is endemic in our societies and it has become a social reality. SOLUTIONS PLZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

  46. …and this annoyingly goes on in several homes. Let’s pay more attention to the upbringing of the kidz…they are our future!

    • @kachee! Your observation is quite true. Many under aged kids are being abused per minute all around us in the secrete of a lot homes. We should open eyes A̶̲̥̅̊п̲̣̣̥∂ speek out at the slightest suspicion

  47. This is so interesting..tunde leye,you A̶̲̥̅̊я̲̣̥ε̲̣̣̣̥ J̲̣̣̣U̶̲̥̅̊§τ̲̅ too wonderful..cant wait till monday for d continuation..

  48. Immediately d guy came into d picture, I knew summthing like dis was gonna happen. This is wat happens in our society and its so annoying dat nothing has been done abt it. Like castrating d paedophile, nd crazy assed motherfucker. Plssss pardon my french. Tl u r d bomb.

  49. Now funny thots running in my head, had to recall my daughter from her holiday at a family friend’s place, i really can’t trust no one. TL thanks for this piece, cant wait to see how idris ends up being miserable. Oloriburuku

  50. i’m really happy you’re writing about this, i went through this kind of tragic trauma at an even younger age of 4 with my neighbors. proper awareness on the issue needs to b done. God bless u

  51. Uncle Idris…..please don’t be so so unfair. I can’t wait to read the next Episode. This is turning to a very touching story………

  52. @Zee, my Thoughts exactly….#Shocker!!! Tunde, Your words are with clarity n style, N dey go down rich and smooth like fine wine,n leaves me thirsty for more!!! Can’t wait for the next episode! #SuperExcited

  53. Little girls do not only need to be protected from “uncles” and male house helps. They need to be protected from female helps and relations as well.
    My Aunty tried on two occasions to fondle and touch me too intimately when I was barely 13. I would have been a big time lesbian by now but even in my very young mind, I knew what she did was wrong. I didn’t have the nerves to tell anyone. This has scarred me for life. I can’t even have close female friends till now.
    I’m glad TL is addressing this issue.

  54. but…how do u trust a guy to bathe ur gals? yes he is ur brother…sooooo bloody wat? am so annoyed cause this cudda been avoided…i think mscheeew

  55. This is crazy…..boys also have this experience…..I have a friend who shared this story on his blog, saying how he was molested by his 15 year old cousin when he was just 8 or 9. He now has a strange attraction to older women.

    I’m glad you’re raising public awareness on this issue.

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  57. I must be a learner oo, I didn’t even know a new series has started already! BURNT… I sensed this already cuz this Idris xter bathes the girls..who does that? allow a guy bathe ur 8 yr old daughters @ this present age? Hell no! Blame it on Hajara.. @tundeleye, thnks for talking abut this because its eating deep into our society! God bless u!

  58. TL, I really appreciate your efforts at bringing up this *taboo* topic which a lot of us younger parents fail/refuse to face up to. Unfortunately its happening everyday. Its important for us to educate our sons and daughters that a peadophile in most cases is a very close family member or friend who appears trustworthy. We need to educate our kids on signs to look out for.

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