I was happy when I learnt Uncle Bill would be staying home with me. With the epileptic electrical supply in the country, I knew I couldn’t count on television for entertainment. I hoped to hear more of his stories, and play our usual games of Connect 4, Snake and Ladder, Ludo and the rest. But I soon learnt that Uncle Bill had other ideas for our time together that day. He came into the room I shared with my brother and sister, to check on me after everyone had gone to school and work. He brought Vaseline to rub on my ankle, and help ease the sprain. I enjoyed the foot massage. But he didn’t stop there. His hand went up and down my right leg, as he decided he would give me a “full body massage”. After he had massaged the second leg, his hand lingered around my thighs, and then my crutch, where he gripped me. He asked me if I liked it. I didn’t really know how I felt about his touch, but I knew that something was wrong for him to be holding my private part. I was a little scared, because I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t want to offend him by being ungrateful for the massage. I told him it was uncomfortable.