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“What’s he doing here?” I murmured thoughts of rape going through my head.
Yewande, egbe ni e o? Why are you screaming just because you saw a young boy like you?
“I didn’t expect that anyone else will be in and then he was hiding behind you and watching me so I got scared.”
“There is no need to get scared.” He said laughing
“Kole kilose e now?”
“Why are you acting like a small boy? I thought I trained you better.”
“I’m not a small boy uncle.” Kole replied pulling out his shirts from his shorts as if it that would prove he really wasn’t a small boy.
“Yewande relax, I’m leaving you with Kole. You people should talk and get to know yourselves. I won’t be back for the next three hours so feel free eh”. He added winking at us.
We would have such meetings every week in Mr Adisa’s room. We talked and did more than talking. We had enough time and we spent some of it exploring each other’s bodies.
After two months, Mr Adisa called us both for what he called a very important discussion.
“Kole Omokomo.” he hailed as soon as we all entered his room.
Kole smiled and took the hand Mr Adisa had raised to him in salute.
“So how far are you a man yet or are you still a boy?”
“Ah, uncle I can’t answer that question oo, I’m ashamed”
“Ode leleyi ooo”, he said slappin Kole on the back.
“Oya answer joor”
“Uncle I have always been a man o.”
“You know what I’m talking about or do you want me to ask her.” He said turning towards me.
My head was bowed in shame, I knew whatever he was talking about must have to do with what Kole and I did every Saturday afternoon.
“Ahhh, uncle don’t ask her ooo”
“Okay, oya answer.”
“We’ve not done it”
“Yeh, see this boy. O fe jo mi oooo.” He exclaimed putting his hands on his head.
“I have been training you but you have refused to learn. Ema wo bobo yi sha.”
“Uncle it’s not like that ooo. She is not ready; we want to wait till we are in S.S.1 or S.S.2”
By that time my head was already in my lap. I was too ashamed to even raise my head up so they went on talking about me like I wasn’t there.
“Slacker niwo yi ooo. All your friends are men. Toluse, Kitan, Bafunto. All of them and see the kind of girl I even gave you.”
“Eran agba lomo yi now, I just want to be nice that’s why I arranged her for you.”
“I know what to do sha, I will just give her to Toluse”
“Uncle please don’t do that oo, I will find a way around it. I promise.”
“Okay, I’m leaving now so you guys should take care of yourselves.”
“Oya baby come and hug me.” he said pulling me by the hand.
I rose up reluctantly and hugged him. He planted a kiss firmly on my lips and left.
I rubbed my lips with my palm like I usually do every time he did it.
Kole and I didn’t talk to each other for over fifteen minutes after uncle Adisa left. When we started talking Kole told me that we had to do it or he would have to break up with me. I told him to give me time to think about it and that I would get back to him before the next weekend.
I stood in front of the boy’s hostel waiting. I had sent someone to call Kole out. He came out frowning, acting as if he was annoyed. I had thought about nothing else since we parted at Mr Adisa’s house the previous day.
I was curious about how doing it will feel. I also didn’t want Kole to break up with me. I had thought of how Aunty Shadia and the others used to cry out in pleasure. I reasoned that if doing it with a woman could bring that much pleasure, doing it with a man should even bring more pleasure.
Kole smiled immediately he read the note that I handed him. He hugged me saying ‘‘see you tonight, I will talk to Mr Adisa’’ and ran back to the hostel.
Few minutes after I got to the hostel, someone brought a package for me and said it was from Kole. I opened it and saw six pieces of Indomie and two shortbread biscuits. He had also added a note on which “Thank you my love” was boldly written. I sniffed the note and smiled as I perceived the scent of his body spray. ‘‘Enchanteur’’ I murmured.
I was scared and my heart beat was faster than usual. It was time, a part of me wanted to change my mind but I was afraid of how Kole would feel. Mr Adisa was out of the school and had given Kole the keys to his room.
I wanted us to sleep and do it later during the night but Kole couldn’t sleep. He wanted us to do it and get over with it and so we did it with my hostel wear still on and the lights off. I didn’t want him to see me naked. It was nothing like I expected, I cried myself to sleep afterwards, I felt dirty and soiled but held on to the hope that it would get better with time and it did.
I soon discovered that it could be pleasurable and couldn’t have enough. The day I did it with Mr Adisa was the day I realised that Kole was a small boy and I started treating him as such. It didn’t seem to bother him when it became a gist in the whole school that Mr Adisa was sleeping with me. I later understood why that was so. I discovered later that the boys did the tiresome job of deflowering small girls for Mr Adisa and then he takes over from where they stopped.
My relationship with uncle got so serious that I started believing that perhaps we could have more. I reasoned that since he wasn’t married we might even have a future and he might love me enough to wait for me.
I stopped dreaming in second term J.S.S2 when I realised I had too much competition to stand a chance. I liked him so much that just being one of many wasn’t enough for me. I decided it was best to break up with him and date guys closer to my age. He had warned me earlier that no one breaks up with him but I still went ahead. I wrote him a letter where I poured my heart out to him. I told him how I really wished we could have a future but that I had realised that I was just a girl that he sleeps with.
I told him that we never discuss or talk about meaningful things and that all we did was banging, banging and more banging. I felt like he would smile when he saw the word “banging”. It was a word that he had used severally when talking to me. It always made me think of a door that someone keeps hitting with a pebble.
I made up my mind that day that I wasn’t ever going to date any student. I had seen students sleeping with themselves at night after prep classes. There had been days when coming back from Mr Adisa’s quarters I would hear noises coming out of classrooms that should have been unoccupied at that time of the day. I would stand beside the window of the class, peer into the darkness. I wouldn’t see anyone but the creaking benches and the moans told the story of what was happening. I couldn’t imagine laying my back on a hard bench for anyone after I had been doing it on a soft bed. It only makes sense that I take it out of the school I decided.
Mr Adisa’s revenge came a week after I broke up with him. I had been unfortunate enough to be on the list of noise makers sent to his office. Every other person was told to cut grasses on the school field but I was the one who got twenty four lashes of the cane and still went on to cut grass. I took it stoically and laughed when my school mother advised me to report to my parents. What parents I thought? The mother that was probably in the Netherlands or God knows where else or would I report to the father that was dead or simply never existed?
After the beating, he let me be and made sure there was practically no communication between us. Word went round the school and I discovered I needn’t have worried about dating anyone in the school. No boy came near me; no one wanted to fall into Mr Adisa’s bad books.
I became the girl that sneaks out of the school every weekend, the one they had to suspend every now and then.
I’m glad it is all over now I thought listening to the deep breathing of the occupants of the dormitory. They had all gone to sleep, the howling Dog/Hyena or Wolf forgotten until the next time it pays its visit. I looked at Bosola as she slept on her bed. I grinned wondering how she would feel when she finally learns of her assignment, when she gets confronted with the mandate she had been given.
It was an assignment that had been given to me by the woman of the stream; Iya Stream as the students call her. A woman all the students talked about but that few people had ever seen. I had met her early one morning while I walked back to the school through the usual foot path. It was a meeting I would never forget.
Here is how it happened……
To be continued
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