“I’m sorry” He whispered; looking anywhere but me.
What Akan doesn’t know is, two words don’t quite makeup for over 365 days of being molested in the dark.
“It’s alright. I forgive you” I smiled.
No one believed me then when I spoke.
Mother said I had wild imaginations for a child, and went on to preach how good a servant he is.
But tonight when darkness comes, I would visit Akan’s room.
Like he touched me many times before, I would return the favor.
And unlike him, I would show mercy. He wouldn’t have to live with it.