There was this teacher who was our neighbour. He was very friendly, he loved kids so much. He would give kids sweets, biscuits but he would give me much more things than others.
He would sometimes send me to his house to help him with his work like sweeping his room. I was such an innocent girl of about 10 years.
One day he gave me so much money that even my mother asked me where I had got the money from. I lied to my mother that my uncle had given me the money. The following day, he bought for me gifts like shoes and sweets. I was so excited that I even told my friends about it. Some of my friends were so jealousy to the extent of reporting me to my mother. She was so angry with me that she even beat me and warned me never to interact or even go to the teacher’s home. But I never listened,
It was one day late in the evening, my parents, brothers and sisters were not at home. I decided to go and play near the teacher’s home. He was inside and the door was open. He called me and asked me to enter his house.
“Mummy refused me from entering your house” I said
“Okay, I will find you behind my house” he replied.
He knew people could not go behind his house. I was somehow scared but because I loved gifts so much, I decided to go behind his house. In no time, he had arrived.
He smiled to me and asked me whether I had money where I studied and many other questions. He also asked me whether my parents were at home.
“They are all away” I replied in a very excited and load voice.
“Don’t talk so loudly. I don’t want people to hear. This is between you and me“ he added.
He started touching on my breasts. I become so nervous but then he was a good friend who gives gifts to other people.
“Do you feel good” he asked me.
“What are you doing?” I shouted in a shivering voice.
“No! No! Don’t fear I am not going to harm you. I will give you more money if you want” he said
“Julius, , Mr Julius….” Someone called loudly.
“Yes I am here” the teacher replied
I ran away very fast up to home. I was so scared that I even started crying. Fortunately my father was already at home.
“What is wrong?” my father asked angrily.
He became so furious that he wanted to go and fight the teacher but the teacher had already run away from the village.
The experience taught me never again to accept gifts from anybody because there are no free gifts.
