©️Opeyemi Akintunde
For the records, Leni and I are not actually related by blood. We met at the orphanage where we both grew up. Leni and I cared about each other so deeply in the house that everyone thought we would someday get married, but it never crossed our minds because we only saw ourselves as siblings.
Thanks to the Orphanage home, we were encouraged to see each other as siblings which was what was etched in our hearts.
When we turned twenty,, we were released to leave the home. The policy of the orphanage home was to release the Youths to start life on their own. At that time, I was in 300L at the State University, while Leni had just completed her OND ( Ordinary National Diploma ) in Marketing at the State Polytechnic. She was hoping to return for her HND ( Higher National Diploma) after gathering some money.
A send forth party was always organized and sponsors would be invited. It was during our Soaring party( as the send forth was called) that Leni first spotted Marcus. She had asked who he was and I simply told her…
” My Sponsors” son”
Sponsors are people who do not adopt kids for reasons best know to them, but choose to be responsible for their feeding, education and welfare in general.
As a parting gift from the home, each eagle ( as we were called) was given a year’s rent, food stuff for six months and some cash to start life with.
For me, I got extra….
My Sponsors were very wealthy and for my Soaring gift, I was built a two bedroom bungalow. Leni never had a Sponsor, she lived on the orphanage’s welfare package and whatever my Sponsors gave to me, we shared together.
It therefore made sense for Leni to move in with me, since I had a two bedroom flat to myself.
After we left the orphanage, I started visiting my sponsors’ house more frequently and Leni would tag along.
This was where Leni met Marcus…
Marcus is the only son of my Sponsors. Leni fell head over heels in love with Marcus from the first day she saw him…
” F.D, the guy is fine. Did you see his Skin? God! Money is good!” Leni couldn’t stop talking about Marcus on our way back home.
“They are Super rich , who do you expect them to spend that money on? Their only Son of course!” I said laughing
” And you also got some part of it. F.D, If only this guy can like me and marry me, My life is made forever” Leni said wishfully
” I am not sure you are his kind ooo, Leni look elsewhere ” I joked but the information was very correct
” Oh! I didn’t know I was that Ugly” Leni replied angrily
” You got it wrong, What I mean is….his type of girls are the cheap girls. He is a rapper, Leni . He plans on travelling to Los Angeles or California for his music career, so you are not the kind of girl he can have around him” I explained myself very clearly.
” Why?”
“Leni, am I speaking Latin or Greek? You are a decent girl while Marcus is not. I don’t know how else to explain it. You notice I hardly went to their house for weekends, when we were younger; that’s because I am not comfortable around his friends.”
” F.D, love can make people change, I will make him fall in love with me and once he does, I will change him”
” So you plan on asking Marcus out?” I asked with ridiculousity laced in my voice
” No, I am not cheap, I will just give the green lights “
” Oh! How do you plan on doing that?”
Leni made it compulsorily compulsory for us to go over to their house every weekend and she would intentionally put on skimpy dresses. She was always around Marcus pretending she saw him as a good friend…She would playfully throw him kisses whenever we were leaving. She was all very flirty around him.
Leni got what she wanted when Marcus slept with her. Leni’s problem started immediately.
From the room where they had committed the sexual act, I could here Marcus’ voice
” You lured me into this, you should clean the sheets before you leave” I heard his loud voice from the living room where I sat watching football. I was there with two other boys…
Leni ran out of the room crying. She went for the door and I knew she was going home.
I charged towards Marcus as a protective brother would do…
” What did you do to her?” I asked
” You mean what did she do to me?” Marcus replied angrily. Hatred and disgust written all over his face
” I hope you didn’t rape her?” I asked angrily
” Guy, your trashy sister raped me, how am I so sure you didn’t set this up. Let me give you this warning, tell that prostitute that if she comes back with some stupid pregnancy as a way of getting money from my parents, I swear I will kill you both! Thieves!”
I ran towards Marcus pushing him hard and the result of that was that he hit his head hard on the ground.
Immediately, he passed out.
My life literally ended at that point. What was the world going to say?”. There would be wicked headlines like “ORPHAN BOY KILLS THE ONLY SON OF HIS SPONSOR OVER INHERITANCE.’
Marcus’s two friends ran away like birds. I could see blood gushing out of a particular spot on his head…
” God please don’t let Marcus die on me!” I said to the God of the Universe.
To be continued
