Dear Aunty K

 

   Our dear readers, Aunty K has gotten another heart breaking, tongue twisting and teeth clenching mail, please everybody that reads this should please drop a comment to help our friend.

  Dear Aunty K,

  My name is Nene and I am in a fix. I have this very close friend, we are so close that I spend some weekends and holidays in her family house in Port Harcourt. I am also quite close and friendly to her elder sister that got married and relocated to Abuja.

   So it happens that I had an interview in a multinational company in Abuja for a job that my friend’s sister’s hubby helped me facilitate and I was to travel to Abuja for the interview. I wanted to stay in a hotel but my friend’s sister insisted that I stay in her house because their house is close to the interview venue and hotels in Abuja were quite expensive.

  On the Saturday before the interview I arrived in Abuja were I was warmly received by my friend’s sister and her hubby, they pampered me and treated me like family. While I was there I noticed they had a 12 year old maid who was withdrawn to herself and I even saw her whimpering when she thought no one was looking and if I tried to ask she scurried away.

   On the day of the interview, I packed all I needed and my friend’s sister’s hubby dropped me off at the interview venue and set out for work. When it was close to my turn to be interviewed I noticed I forgot an important document and thank God their house wasn’t so far, so I dashed home in a cab. When I got home, I used the key my friend’s sister gave me to enter the house, rushed to my room and picked up the document. I hurried back out but just before I reached the front door I heard a scream, then another scream accompanied with sounds of someone being slapped, grunts and crying. I moved towards the room the sounds were coming from, too scared to walk in the room I decided to peep through the window and the moment I saw what I saw I regretted seeing what I saw. The sight that beheld me turned my stomach. There was my friend’s sister’s husband; the perfect husband, brother and host, his raping his 12 year old maid anally. Instinct took over and I quickly grabbed my phone and took a snapshot of the scene, I turned around and forced my feet to leave the house and back to my interview venue.

  Now my dilemma is this; even though I am  as close as I am to the family, I feel it is not my business adding to the fact that this “husband” helped me get the interview spot that eventually landed me my current job.

Who should I tell? My friend? Or her Sister? Should I risk losing the friendship, my job and any other favours? Or should I shut up and allow it continue because I am so sure this has been going on.

Please help me!!!!

  Aunty K replies:

Dear Nene,

   I am really sorry for this problem, because my dear, anyhow you want to look at it you will be at the receiving end of the matter. I pseudo commend you for taking a snapshot of the scene because you would need evidence, although this evidence can be overridden in this world of Photoshop. My vex with you be say; why didn’t you stop that particular episode where you took a snapshot, you just snapped and dashed off to your interview, maybe because you did not want the hubby to jeopardise your chance at the job, if he finds out you blew the lid on his animalistic desires.

  Before I give in my bit, ask yourself, if that 12 year old was your sister would you hesitate? I’m so sure you wouldn’t. There is no time to waste here, pray for it, be prepared for any consequences of your good actions because it would come and tell your close friend everything but tell her not to tell her sister what you found out to clear your conscience because anything that happens to the girl, you would never forgive yourself. As for the chances of losing the job, I know it is hard but you will get a bigger, better one that you won’t owe anyone any favours to get.

Good luck my love.

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