1 The Creepy Uncle

Chapter One...

I am a lady in my late twenties. This happened when I was a teenager, a young girl of eleven/ twelve years old.

Before that though, here is my backstory...

My name is Linda and I come from a small village located North East of N, a country South West of Africa. It's a tiny village with a population of a thousand people, more or less. A village where everyone knows everyone. It is so tiny that everyone is considered family, or maybe that's because, before the eighties, cousins used to marry each other, so blood ties are a tad close. My forefathers went the harem route, they married as many as 20 wives, maybe more, and because they had a lot of cattle and other livestock back then, they were considered to be wealthy but all that came to an end in my father's generation, then again, my generation was worse, back then, I didn't even know what rice was, let alone what I eat today, until I was 9 years, after my dad moved from the village to town.

What I am leading to is that my village used to be poor, It still is, mind you, but it's slightly better than it was back then. It consisted of a clinic, a school (primary and secondary), a post office, an agricultural office and houses made of mud plus gravel road. These days, there are a few houses made of bricks and there is electricity and even though the network is shit compared to other villages, but the network is still there and people are using their phones. The road is still gravel by the way.

All that I wrote above is to emphasize one thing and one thing only and that is " ONCE YOU LEAVE THE VILLAGE BY VENTURING OUTSIDE AND YOU BECOME SLIGHTLY SUCCESSFUL, OR NOT,

HELPING OTHERS FROM THE VILLAGE IS A MUST."

In the late nineties, after my dad finished his training as a teacher, he got a permanent post in a faraway town, so he left. My mom is a stay at home mom so she followed after my dad after a year. I was left at my grammy, whom I am named after by the way, so I didn't mind that much because I was free to play with my friends all day long. I'm a certified lazy person, no joke. Everyone in my family knew about it, farm work, I couldn't do, cleaning, I hated it and many other things but they still loved me and I'm grateful for that, to this day.

Anyway, I stayed with my grammy and other family members for two years and in those two years, my parents visited a handful of times. After those two years, my parents took me with them and I was actually quite excited about experiencing new things.

So, there I am, in a new town, a language I cannot understand nor speak, what can possibly go wrong, right?

Nah, I'm just kidding, this has nothing to do with the language barrier or the people of that town...