Living with my Grandma

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July 2025 • 21 min read

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Living With My Grandma
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EPISODE 1
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Some years ago, I lived with my grandmother; a diabetes patient. It was just the two of us living together. She was allergic to salty food. Even though salt doesn’t affect blood glucose levels, too much salt could raise her blood pressure.

So, I’d always prepare our meal together but whenever I wanted to dish mine, I’d add uncooked salt to my own portion. I always did that when the food was still hot. It was particularly the major thing I detested then living with her. She didn’t choose to be diabetic, so I had to manage and adapt.

Grandma was in her late seventies. She was ageing with gray hairs. There were least of things she could do at her age but she never liked to miss being at the church premises. A devout catholic mother. Well, let me not bore you more about grandma, as you go on to read the rest of my story, you’ll surely find out whom she was and what she’s made of.

My name is Victoria, but my grandma preferred calling me by my Igbo name, Ziora. But friends and acquaintances called me Zee, my siblings inclusive. I’m what you might describe as a chubby girl. Though some folks felt I’m fat but I hate to admit that I’m fat. Literally, I’m not. I’m pretty satisfied with what I see every time I stand before the mirror.

My parents and siblings lived in Abuja while I was staying with Grandma in the village—somewhere in Anambra State. In the family of six, I was the only one who accepted to assist grandma while schooling in the village. And that really transformed me to a pauper village girl. None of my siblings accepted to stay with her due to numerous reasons, health issues inclusive. I had empathy for grandma—and that made me more closer to her. There was this bond between us.

The good thing about living with my grandma was I had everything I ever needed. She had six sons, my father inclusive—and all were doing very well. Two were outside the country while the remaining four lived in Lagos and Abuja. My uncles were used to sending money weekly and monthly, depending on needs. Truth is, I could bill the five of them today and get credit alerts the next day. They cherished me just like I cherished living with their mother. I had enough clothes, shoes, wrist watches and other luxuries, but those stuffs didn’t really made me happy enough. I still missed my family—my siblings were such a vibe that living together with them was nothing to compare with.

Grandma and I lived in his first son’s storey building. Sometimes, it was terrifying living in that big mansion. The serenity and calmness was too dangerous for my likeness. We lived in a two bedroom flat downstairs but once in a blue moon, I do clean up the flats upstairs and the remaining flats downstairs. I had always dreaded going into those rooms all alone. Even though we had a standby generator and Dstv, it wasn’t really enough to kill boredom. Besides, I was bad at operating the oversized sumec generator.

Living with my grandma changed me in a way; I became used to running errands here and there, visiting places I never knew. Normally, my family visited villa only during festive periods, so I barely knew places until I started living with grandma.

Then I had a boyfriend, Emeka. But I called him Meska. My day one nigga. Instead of the normal Zee I was known for, he preferred calling me Ziggy. Even though it sounded masculine, I loved it. He was the very first person I fell in love with. Though I was young and naïve. I was just eighteen and had written Waec the previous year.

Emeka was cute and alluring. And that was what really attracted me to him. His lips, curly hairs and of all, his command of English language was top notch. His presence was so so electrifying. And don’t think I asked him out because of the way I described him. No, I couldn’t just do the approaching. I felt it was normal for guys to do it and not the other way round. He was actually the one who did the ‘chyking’ and wooing. After initial ‘gragra’ I accepted to be Meska’s lover and the rest they say was history.

Meska was an undergraduate at Unizik. He was studying Fine and Applied Art. He was a badass artist. His drawings and artworks looked great just like him. He had good numbers of followers on Instagram who followed him because of his amazing works and crafts. The prospect of being in a relationship with him grew by the day. There were days we talked about the number of kids we would have when finally we get married, and other days we quarreled and fought. But at the end of the day, we’d always make up and move on. I was really crazy about him. His hairstyle then was ‘Gallas’. You’d never see Meska on any other hairstyle aside ‘Gallas’.

My best moments were the days he came for holidays or weekends. He would always drive me around the village with his father’s motorcycle. Oftentimes, we went swimming at the river till red eyes. Thinking about these lovely memories with Meska kinda makes me feel nostalgic.

Meska and I were dating but grandma never knew about our relationship. The least thing she expected from me was seeing me around boys. She had cautioned me severally to keep off from them—and I knew her fear was premarital s*x that could lead to pregnancy. Grandma said something I’d never forget and it goes: “Don’t get deceived by their sugarcoated mouth. They don’t love you. They only want to sleep with you and move to the next person.” Till today, I still haven’t forgotten that.

Despite her warnings and cautions, I still didn’t adhere. I was blinded by youthful exuberance. Meska was the source of my happiness those days. He was simply my joy giver. Waking up every day and realizing I had someone as him in my life was a big flex. It lessened my boredom and made me feel excited by the day.
I did everything possible to hide him away from grandma. Anytime Meska was in our house, bear it in mind that grandma had gone a far distance journey or perhaps at the market. I was that careful that she never suspected any silly movement.

Another silly act I did was giving out our foodstuffs to Meska whenever he was returning to school. We actually had more than enough and there was no way grandma would suspect any missing foodstuffs. How would she even gonna find out? Not to exaggerate, her monthly money for upkeep always totaled in six figures. And funnily enough, I gave Meska from that money. Isn’t that crazy? Garri, rice, beans, tinned milk and tea, onions, red oil and other provisions were what Meska always got from me each time his holidays were over. He was really grateful for everything I did.

His parents weren’t that rich. I could do anything for my Meska. I was so in love. I was mad over him in Runtown’s voice—and that was when that hit song was trending. I eventually used it as my ringtone. Now, I don’t even know if Runtown is still singing, shey baba don retire ni?

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There came a time when Meska was done with his second semester exams (200l). He visited home a week after the end of his exams. And that was the month of August; August meeting had started. It was on the second day of the meeting, Mama had gone out dressed on her CWO attire; white and customized blue wrapper. The moment she left, I quickly called Meska on phone. I hadn’t seen him in a long time and there I was, impatiently waiting for his arrival. I couldn’t wait to behold his face.

He promised to come in the next thirty minutes but after an hour, Meska didn’t show up. I got tired of hearing him say things like: “I’ll be there soon.” I dropped my phone angrily. Not long after I called him last, he finally showed up. My joy knew no bound. Even when I was clearly sad. He came in through the big black painted gate.
He was all smile seeing my angry look. His smile was infectious and that got me smiling sheepishly. I rushed him with a hug, almost throwing him off balance but Meska didn’t allow us fall. He apologized for being late. His mother had kept him doing one thing or the other; he narrated.

“It’s fine. How’s school? Your girlfriends are really treating you well.” I teased him. He went into momentarily laughter. After which he said there was no such person he loved the way he loved me. And that really got me emotional. I hugged him again and this time we held each other’s arms for some seconds. He was taller. So, he kissed my forehead. “I have missed you so much.” He whispered softly into my left ear. “Meska, I missed you more.”

We went inside—straight to my already arranged room. It was covered with darkness, I drew the curtain and light from the beaming sun came through the Louvres. There was no light, I asked him to turn on the generator. Luckily, there was enough petrol in it.
The blue bulb gave a dim light. The ceiling was in motion up there and that gave the room enough ventilation. He reached for my bed and sat there while pressing his phone.
The bed which was neatly against two walls—one of which was painted yellow and smattered with posters. A pillow neatly propped against it. I didn’t even get to offer him anything before joining him on the bed. I had missed my nigga so much. He smelled so nice on his vintage shirt.

“So, you won’t offer me anything?” He teased in Igbo. We laughed.
“Food is surplus in the house. I want to eat you first then we’d both eat whatever you want.” My silly response.

He threw a pillow at my face. I found the second pillow, threw it at him. I stood up hastily, while he ran after me. Before I could get to the door, he grabbed me from the back, I turned with a smiling face. Our eyes got locked in contact—starring at each other affectionately. And that lead to crashing of lips. He grabbed my protruded a*s while kissing my lips. He made way towards the direction of the bed; he pushed me down when he reached the high bed. And just like two dogs on heat period, we began rolling on the sheet. He pulled my top and my bum short, leaving me with my undies and bare b****t. I unbuttoned his vintage shirt while he pulled his trouser.

I couldn’t get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn’t care. I wanted him in me. His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop on top of me. I wanted to drop mine on him. I got on top of him. I’d never done it before. I couldn’t believe it; I was inventing something. I held him and put him in. He felt deeper in me. I’ll never forget it. I was totally in charge and he liked it. I held his hands down. He pretended he want to break free.

Then I let my tits touch his face. He did something, I copied him. I did something. He copied it back, forced more of him into me.

Twenty minutes on, we heard a car honk at the gate. I jumped up. I popped out my head through the window, cold shivers ran through my spine when I behold who alighted from the Mercedes Benz.

When I jumped off the bed, I tied my white towel and quickly ran outside to switch off the generator. “Who’s that?” Meska asked when I came in breathing heavily. “Meska, my uncle’s back. I’m finished.” I was sweating profusely. I watched him wear his clothes hastily. He still had e******n tho.

“What do I do now?” He peeped through the window. “Meska I don’t know oo. Like I never knew he would be coming back today.” I hurriedly wore my bum short and red top. I stared unblinking through the window, I noticed my uncle wasn’t the only person that alighted from the car. My efforts to recognize the other person was futile. He didn’t seem familiar. Probably, one of his friends, I assumed. He stood still outside the gate. I saw my uncle bringing out some stuffs from behind his car; the booth was wide open.

“See what will happen, I’m going out there. I’m going to lock you inside here…”
“Ahhhh….!” He interrupted.

“What? Did I know he was on his way?”
He didn’t say anything. He just stared at me. All I could see in his eyes were nothing but fear.
“You’ll stay here while I padlock the door from outside. And if you overheard me unlocking it, please go inside the toilet and hide, unless I call your name.” I paused.

He didn’t say anything, instead he turned and saw the small toilet which had a curtain in front of it. He heaved a big sigh of relief but still sighed slowly. I never knew my guy could be this cold. I never saw him that way before.
He seemed so bothered and uncomfortable with the whole thing. And I knew exactly what was going on in his mind: “What if this…? What if that…?” I looked down his trouser, there was nothing standing again. Everything had gone back to normal. Yeah, I believe you understand what I meant? Yes, you should.

“Why does it seem like you’re not really bothered?” He broke the short silence.
“Meska don’t say that. I am so bothered. I’m bothered not about myself but about you.”

“Bothered about me? How?”

“If everything being equal, my uncle won’t have any reason to enter my room. I’m just concerned about how you’ll comport yourself here and avoid being noticed.”

“See, they are coming inside already.” Meska alerted me.

“Please, stay safe. No noise. No sound.” I rubbed my two hands.

We stared at each other for some seconds before I left the room and locked the door. I was at the corridor that leads to the entrance door, there I formed a dull face like I had been sleeping and didn’t notice when he halted at the gate. I waited for them to walk closer to the house before opening the door. I monitored through the corridor. They had walked half way when I opened the door, “Wow! Uncle is back.” I walked hastily towards him.

“Welcome uncle.” I hugged him firmly. “Good afternoon.” I turned to his supposed friend.

“How are you?” He asked.
“I’m fine.”
“Mama nko?” asked my uncle.
“Mama went for meeting.”

“Oh! August meeting?”
“Yeah.”
I helped him with the small bag in his right hand.
“Mehn, your brother did wonders here.” The supposed friend said, admiring the house before him.
“Na God.” Replied my uncle speedily.

Did I even tell you which of my uncle that came back? Please forgive me. His name is Clinton. The youngest among them all. He stays in Ikeja, Lagos State. Clinton wasn’t married and he wasn’t even the only unmarried uncle I had. He was a fulltime businessman.

The moment we got inside, my heart began to pound. But I did everything possible not to panic. I surely didn’t want him to suspect anything. I summoned courage and that averted fears from me.

“Zee, when last did you people had light?” my uncle sat on one of the sofa in the living room.
“Um, two days ago.” I answered.
“Hmmm, nawa oo,” he simply said.
“Is there petrol in the generator?” he asked.
“No.” I lied. I didn’t want him to go near the generator.

He might possibly find out it had been powdered recently and he might asked how I was unable to do it. When he stood up, my skin almost left my body. I thought he wanted to check out the generator himself but instead he walked straight to the fridge.
“Chidi, the drinks here are not cold.” He alerted his friend who had been busy with his phone. “No need. When we go out, we get a cold one.” Replied the young looking man. He looked younger than my uncle. He should probably be in his late twenties.

Oh! Thank God they will soon leave this place, I said to myself. I was excited deep down.

“You know if it had been public bus, we might still be on the road by now,” my uncle said.
“Yeah. True, private care is underrated.” Chidi replied shortly.
You people should have used public transport. At least by the time you return, Emeka and I would have been through. I didn’t say this to their hearing. Instead I said: “Welcome uncle. Thank God for journey mercy.” I finally joined them on the sofa. I sat closer to my uncle.

“Ziora of yesterday. See how big you have grown.” My uncle teased. I smiled sheepishly.
“How’s school?” he added.

“School? I’m done with secondary school. I will be writing Jamb next year.”
“Hmm… you don’t mean it.”

Then came a loud sound from my room like something that fell off from top. “What’s that?” He turned to me. “All these rats in this house.” I hissed.

My uncle left the Sitting room and climbed the staircase. His room was upstairs and the house was built in a way that the staircases was built inside. When he entered his room, I rushed to my room and hastily unlocked the door.

“Meska,” I whispered. He dashed out from his hideout; the toilet.
“What was that? Hope you will not implicate us?” I looked worried.
“My hand mistakenly hit that stuff and it fell off.” He pointed at my bag which had been on the wall. “Please, don’t make any further noise. I beg you.” He simply nodded head like agama lizard while smiling sheepishly. I smiled back but that was all. I locked the door again and left.

At the Sitting room, I sat there, impatiently waiting for my uncle and his friend to go out like they said. Just then, Nepa restored light. Damn! My uncle climbed down excitedly. He wore a sleeveless and short. “Zee, we brought light,” he jokingly said, not noticing I wasn’t even excited about it. I had to fake a smile. “Yes, you guys brought light,” my short response.

He reached for the Television and turned it on. The next thing he turned on was the house theater. My uncle was a big a fan of highlife music. Late Chief Emeka Morroco Mmaduka’s song blared through the four speakers. He was moving his body rhythmically to the beat. His friend too vibed to the music. My uncle walked to the fridge to check if it was on and he soon realized they would finally have something cold to drink. I was disturbed. They’re likely not going out anytime soon, I pondered.

Minutes later, my uncle asked me to prepare noodles for himself and his friend so they could eat before l going out. I obliged and went straight into the kitchen. I turned on the gas and started boiling water on a smaller pot. It was a quick one. It wasn’t put to twenty minutes before the aroma filled the house. I dashed out of the kitchen sweating. I served theirs at the dinning table, with a bottle water each.

While my uncle and his friend ate at the dinning table, I took the remaining portion inside my room. I doubted if my guy had eaten since morning with the manner we both devoured the noodles and egg. The loud music from the Sitting room was an advantage to us, we talked and laughed inaudibly. We sat on the bed devouring the food. Meska asked why my uncle came back. “Not until his mother returns. He won’t tell me anything.” I answered.

At different intervals, I’d peep through the door knob to see if my uncle and his friend were done eating but the duo seemed so attached to their phone while letting the food get cold a bit
Meska sat on my bed while I laid on the bed, using his thighs as pillow to rest my head. We were talking about how suddenly I turned him into a prisoner in my room. His voice became so soft and inviting at the same time.

The way and manner Meska stared lustfully at me, I knew he wanted to have me to himself. I looked so alluring on my blue Jean bum short and braless crop top which revealed the shape of my big b***s. The bum short revealed my airy laps while the short top revealed my navel. The way l laid on his thigh, he had more view of my braless top and my chubby laps.

“So, how’s the food?” I broke the short silence. “Honestly, you might need to open a canteen,” he smiled.
“Hmmm. Is that what you want me to do in this life?” I asked.
“Fool. I was indirectly saying your food is nice.” Meska teased in Igbo. We laughed with our hands in our mouth, fully aware of my uncle’s presence. The loud music was still on but this time it was Afrobeat that blared through the speakers; a mix tape.

“What’s the time?” Meska asked. He then stood up from the bed in search of his wrist watch. “I guess it should be around 3PM now. I finally sat on the bed.
“No. It’s 3:PM,” he replied when he picked his wrist watch under the bed. “I think they’ll soon leave.” Meska peeped through the door to confirm what I had said.

From behind, Meska kissed my neck but I felt reluctant. I didn’t want us to start again. My uncle was still around. So, I didn’t respond to his soft kiss. He noticed I was unmoved by his action. He bent down and repeated his action again. Then gently massaged my back with his right palm. He then crossed his left hand down to my navel region, making a circle round it with his forefinger. His hands went further to caress my exposed thighs. I still sat on the bed trying hard to hold myself so we don’t get to put ourselves into trouble.

Meska left me for some seconds, he returned hastily when he confirmed the door was locked. At that point I knew he was also being careful like myself. He returned to grab my b***s from behind and that really got me in the mood. I didn’t have enough will to resist him.
My whole being was vibrating, my tits were hard. I turned with a speed of light. His lips was the next thing I grabbed. My eyes were closed.

We started kissing passionately while my hands were all over his shoulder. I was already groaning but I held myself from making loud m**n. The kissing became so intense, I could feel his s***t struggling between his trouser. He then pushed me gently on the bed while I laid on my back.

He unplugged his mouth, kissed my navel and caressed it. His hands reached my b***s, he fumbled them aggressively, letting out a m**n. Meska drew my crop top up revealing my bare b****t.
Just when he was about having my left tits in his mouth, Nepa took light. Damn! We stopped abruptly. And that brought our mind back. The music stopped. The house became so quiet except for footsteps that threaded towards my room. We remained unmoved.

Guess what? We heard a knock on the door. Meska turned and looked at me
Omoooo… Yawa don gas.

To be continued

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