The same house mother later came in and uncle Sam asked her if I could be taken home. The house mother told him that students werenβt just allowed to leave the hostel but immediately she said that, uncle Sam told her that I wasnβt feeling fine and needed to see our doctor and made up an excuse that he hoped would work. When he said this, the young house mother looked at me and asked why I didnβt go to the sick bay and I lied. I told her I had been going to the sick bay but still hadnβt felt better. I was beginning to get scared that she wasnβt going to allow me leave with uncle Sam until she said;
βItβs okay, let me just write your exit and get big mummy (referring to the eldest house mother) to sign for you so you can show the security officers at the gate. Iβll be back sir.β before leaving the office.
I glanced at uncle Sam who was probably staring at me all along. He was definitely not happy with the whole situation but I was the damaged one, the victim, which meant it was worse for me. In less than five minutes, the house mother came in and handed the exeat to uncle Sam, telling me to go pack my things before leaving with my uncle. I went up to pack the books and assignments I would be needing for that weekend. There wasnβt much to pack and so I locked my locker and gave Annabelle the keys, letting her know that I wasnβt going to be around for the weekend. As expected, she started asking questions and asking if I was okay. I didnβt want to explain anything just yet so I let her know that we would talk when I got back and hugged her before exiting the room to join my uncle at the hostel office.
When I got into the office again, my unlce looked up and saw me so he stood up, thanked the house mother and we both left the office. When we got to the gates, my uncle handed them the exeat and so we were allowed to pass the gates. But before we left, he reached into the pockets of his trouser and handed them some change. They were very happy and so they thanked him until we were out of sight. I got into uncle Samβs car as he started the engine before driving off. In the car, it was as silent as a graveyard until uncle Sam broke the silence.
βMeso, Iβm sorry for what Iβm putting you throughβ¦.I still regret all that I did. I promise it wonβt happen again. I know that you didnβt mention it to anybody thatβs why Iβm so grateful. I sincerely love you. Donβt worry, Iβll fix thisβ
When he stopped talking, I didnβt even mutter a sound. I just kept mute because honestly I didnβt know what to say. I didnβt hate him, as much I thought this situation would cause me to.
βAm I forgiven?β he said facing me and trying to smile.
I nodded my head, still not finding any reason to reciprocate his crooked smile. When he saw this, he focused back on the wheels and road. I saw his hands shaking as he steered the wheel. I was a bit scared that my parents would call the hostel and possibly find out that I had left with uncle Sam because my curious mum would want to know why they werenβt informed.
In no time, we were at his house and immediately we got in, he asked if I was hungry. I nodded and he went straight to the kitchen to fetch something for me. I was truly hungry as I hadnβt eaten properly for the past days due to my loss of appetite at the sight or smell or the hostel food. I managed to eat the rice and stew he had warmed up for me. While eating, I watched him from the dinning table talking to someone on the phone and walking around. He seemed to be on the phone for a while before he ended the call, then came up to me and said;
βMeso, I just spoke to the doctor, we will be leaving the house first thing in the morning so that we can be at the hospital on time for our appointment, okay?β
I just nodded. I donβt remember saying more than three sentences that night before heading to the room to rest. As I sat on the bed, I thought about so many things, from the child in my womb to the man(my uncle) in the other r
