Uncle Lakunle.

My best friend.

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I really didn't mean to kill my bestfriend, and I really didn't mean to enjoy watching him die.

Uncle Lakunle, who used to be my favourite person when I was ten years old. Uncle Lakunle was not tall, but he had a way of making it seem like he was the tallest person in the room, he had a very soothing voice, and he brought me gifts each time he came around, everybody loved uncle Lakunle, especially me, so I was elated when I learnt that i would start living with Uncle Lakunle.

Uncle Lakunle started coming to my room to show me how to properly shower, because I wasn't doing it right, he would show me how to take off my clothes properly, and how to stand, using his graceful fingers to part my tighs when I clenched them too tight, Uncle Lakunle said showers are meant to be enjoyed, and he would slowly rub my naked body with soap, smiling and telling me how good I was, and that I was his best friend in the whole world. When I was twelve, Uncle Lakunle showed me what boys had in their trousers, he told me to touch it and get friendly with it, he would let me talk to it and ask how its day went, I named it Jim. One day, Uncle Lakunle said I could put Jim in my mouth, I didn't like it but I would do anything to please Uncle Lakunle, he was always so gentle with me and I didn't want to hurt his feelings.

I was sixteen when Uncke Lakunle started hurting me, I told him I didn't want to be friends with Jim anymore, and he hit me with his leather belt, he cut my arm with a pocket knife when I told him to stop coming to my room, and that was when I decided I didn't like Uncle Lakunle anymore. He was asleep in his study that night, when I found the pocket knife that he was so fond of, I turned the small object in my hands and wondered what Uncle Lakunle's blood would look like on the blade, would it be bright and shiny? Or would it be stale and ugly like my own? I decided to see for myself. I walked into his study, and I watched him sleep for a while, trying to decide what part of his beautiful face I wanted to see bleed. I chose his eyes. He had very beautiful eyes, and I wanted to see it bleed, I wanted to ruin it, and that was exactly what I did. I stabbed Uncle Lakunle in the eyes, his screams were music to my ears, I couldn't help the slow smile that found its way to my lips, then I did it again and again and again. When I saw that he had stopped breathing, I giggled, watching his lifeless body pleasured me in ways that no one ever could, then I decided to take it further and scoop out his beautiful eyes, I kissed his head and hugged him to my chest, rocking back and forth while singing a lullaby, taking breaks to giggle and push his hair back. My beloved Uncle Lakunle. It has been a few days now, but I still look at his body and smile, oh, my beloved Uncle Lakunle, so beautiful, then I glance at his gorgeous eyes that I have pasted on my mirror and smile even more. I love him, and Uncle Lakunle loves me too.

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