There is a part in Things Fall Apart that stays afresh in my mind
The part that says… ”he called you father”
and i thought of you Uncle; 
After Okonkwo killed Ikemefuna; what a betrayal….
I called you uncle; I respected you
Yet you killed me, just like Okonkwo… you betrayed my trust
I was a child; innocent as the word could be
All that filled my mind then was lollipop, pink and cartoons
You were older; as lustful as the word can be
All that filled your mind was lust, lust, me
I always wanted to hang out with you
You always wanted me to sit on your laps
Fine!!!I enjoy your company; you enjoy mine
I called you uncle; when I felt your bump
I asked questions; you said it should be our little secret
Mum had said, that was my “special place”
But you claimed it; you said it was okay
I smiled even though it was painful; after all you were my uncle
I called you uncle…
Ikemefuna called Okonkwo “Father”; yet he was killed
Even if he was to be killed, it shouldn’t be by his “father”
Now, I am older; all that fills my mind is unanswered questions
Feelings of rejection, low self-worth…
Why did it have to happen? What did I do wrong? I didn’t dress skimpy...did I Uncle?
I didn’t deserve it…not from you
After all….I called you UNCLE…