For most girls at a tender age, there's no bigger hero than their Dad. This wasn't the case for Precious. She watched as her "superhero" constantly went to war with her mum. He would come upon her mum like an affliction and her body would tremble with the effect of his power. Her dad was nothing like her friends at school described theirs. She would often sit dumbstruck as they shared stories of fun times with their Dads. How could she tell them the man she called "father" was farther from the term. She watched as this man with his grotesque nature pounded on her helpless mum times without count and vowed never to be weak.

Aged 12, she had begun taking self-defense classes online. At 16, she decided she had a good enough knowledge of the martial arts and proceeded to put those years of training into practice. Who better to practice with than the object of her obsession. Her time came on a Saturday evening. He had just strolled into the living room–where Precious and her mum sat watching a sitcom–after his usual drinking sessions, demanding for his dinner. He slapped his wife before she could utter a reply and was about to punch her lights out when he heard a voice that stopped him cold in his tracks; "Mr. Afolarin, do not lay your filthy hands on my mum again". He turned to see the face of his daughter staring back at him with a murderous glint in her eyes. He didn't believe she could ever stand up to him, moreso call him by his first name. He rushed towards her with blind rage intent on teaching her a lesson but was left dazed when she suddenly floated in the air and struck the side of his face with her left foot in a perfect roundhouse kick. He fell in a heap on the table, his sheer weight breaking it into two. She had bruised his body and severely damaged his ego.

That was the last they ever saw of Mr. Afolarin. He simply walked out of their lives. She knew she wouldn't miss him as he never contributed his quota to the running of the home. It was all her mum seeing her through school, between feeding them and paying the rent. She was glad to have done her mum a favour by getting rid of the leech. It was unfortunate Mrs. Afolarin didn't see things as Precious did; she withdrew from her daughter. Although she never spoke out, Precious could tell she secretely hated her for the loss of her husband; Slaves who love their chains.