Toyin opened the door of her room and the sight before her shocked her. She felt like she had been hit by a thunderbolt. Her eyes grew big and she opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. Chike held his little member with one hand and stroke it like a pro while he caressed Chinwe’s bust with the other. He parted Chinwe’s legs and moved closer to her. A sharp pain spread across Toyin’s chest and she found her voice. She screamed and collapsed on the floor.
Chike and Chinwe were startled by the scream and looked towards the door. They had been so engrossed in their act that they had forgotten to lock the door. Chinwe stood up and got dressed in a hurry while Chike pulled up his boxers. They ran towards Toyin who was still unconscious and began to shake her.
“Bring water quick.” Chinwe commanded.
Chike ran to the bathroom and came back with a bowl of water. He stood before the two ladies as he put his hand on his head in lamentation. He ran to get a piece of paper and began to fan Toyin with it.
Chinwe rubbed Toyin’s face with water and she opened her eyes. Toyin looked at them and burst into tears.
“It’s important to discuss sex education with your kids.” Omolade said.
“Abeg, I don’t want to introduce my kids to what they shouldn’t know.” Toyin replied.
“Would you prefer they learn about it from outsiders. You need to let them hear it from you.”
“My mother never taught me anything on sex education and I turned out well. I don’t believe in exposing them. Chike is nine and Chinwe is twelve and you want me to start telling them what adults do.”
“I didn’t say you should tell them. I said educate them on what they need to know about their bodies; you know things like puberty and how to be conscious of sex predators.”
“Wo o, Omolade, change the topic. Sex education is not happening in my house. If my mum had taught me, I would have been curious and eager to experiment. My kids are still too young to start putting ideas in their heads. So let sleeping dogs lie, abeg.”
As tears streamed down Toyin’s cheeks, she remembered the discussion with Omolade like it had happened yesterday. Two months ago, Omolade’s maid had told her six year old son, Jola to caress her bust. Jola had refused and told the maid that his mother asked him never to touch any lady there. Jola reported to his mother immediately she came back from work and that had ended the maid’s stay in Omolade’s house. Omolade had praised Jola and told him she was proud of him for speaking up and encouraged him to never keep quiet on sexual issues.
Omolade and Toyin had discussed about it the next day at work and Toyin had been adamant on not educating her kids.
“Where did you learn about….ermm…about…” Toyin stammered unable to complete her sentence as she wiped her cheeks.
Chike and Chinwe bowed their heads as they stood before their mother.
“About sex?” Chike asked without looking up.
Toyin took a deep breath. Her nine year old son wasn’t even ashamed to talk about it.
“Ehn…yes, about that.” She asked.
“From daddy’s phone.” Chinwe answered.
“What?” Toyin shouted.
“We saw the videos on daddy’s phone.” Chike said.
“Jesus! Emeka has killed me.” Toyin put her hands on her head as she burst into fresh tears.
“Is this your first time?”
Chinwe and Chike shook their heads.
“Ah…ah, mogbe! How many times have you done this?”
Toyin looked at her son as he counted six on his fingers. Toyin hit her hand on the bed and screamed in anguish.
What was she supposed to do? She was confused. She couldn’t talk to Omolade. She would say “but I told you”. She was also wary of exposing her irresponsible husband.
Her kids needed to see a doctor but right now, she wasn’t sure if she could bear to take them to a therapist. How much damage had been done to their minds? As she thought about it, her heart broke.
As she dismissed her kids to their rooms, she refused to take the blame. As far as she was concerned, Emeka was the culprit.
Who is to blame? Emeka or Toyin?
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