Alhaji Balarabe’s visit was becoming an habit. It wasn’t as though he doesn’t come to our house, but these days we were seeing more of him in terms of gifts and cash.
I caught him one time stealing gazes at my small breasts. I must have thought wrongly – he is as old as my father. How could I ever imagine he was looking pervertedly at a nine year old girl.
On the morning of my wedding to that old fool. I excused myself, went to the kitchen and poured acid on my face. I heard he doesn’t like damaged goods.