Boarding Tales ~ Episode XV (Bosola’s Confessions)

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‘‘This whole drama needs to stop young lady.’’ Mr Adisa said giving me a stern look

‘‘Sir, I think we need to review the punishment in light of Bosola’s confession.’’ He added addressing the principal.

‘‘Adisa, wait a minute. That won’t be necessary, besides I think she was about to tell us something.’’

‘‘Young lady, you said you have something to say.’’

‘‘Yes sir, I do.’’

‘‘Sir, I don’t think you should still listen to this girl anymore. Don’t forget you still have to be in Ibadan today. I really don’t know what game she is playing but we don’t have time for this theatrics.’’

‘‘Mr Adisa, why don’t you let her talk? I am very interested in whatever she has to say.’’ Mom said

‘‘Nneoma, leave it alone. Whatever it is she can tell us on the way home.’’ Dad replied

The principal cleared his throat noisily.

‘‘Bosola Adesegun, I have to be in Ibadan like Adisa said. We will talk about whatever you want to say when you get back from suspension.’’

‘‘I won’t be coming back to this school sir.’’

‘‘Oh yes you will my dear daughter. You are definitely coming back.’’ Dad replied.

Yewande and her Mom had remained silent all through. The principal stood up to leave and my parents and Yewande’s mom shook his hands.

******

I had vowed never to talk to Yewande again but for some reason I felt like there were words to be exchanged.

I walked to her Mom’s car and as though she sensed I was coming came out of the car and leaned against it.

‘‘So what were you planning to say?’’ She asked

‘‘I was ready to talk about what this school really is. I wanted to tell the principal about how Mr Adisa sleeps with girls and how he encourages students dating.’’

‘‘And what did you think that would achieve?’’

‘‘I don’t know but I just get annoyed anytime he mentions how decent his school is.’’

Yewande laughed holding her sides.

‘‘And then what happens when he knows? He would close the school? He would sack Mr Adisa? You are so funny.’’

‘‘You think he won’t do that?’’

‘‘Bosola stop fighting battles you are bound to lose, just go on your suspension and come back to do Iye’s work.’’

‘‘Yewande, I am sorry I came to talk to you.’’ I said walking away. I blinked back the tears that blurred my vision telling myself over and over again how stupid I was to have changed my mind about talking to Yewande.

*****

We travelled in silence for about an hour before I summoned the courage to speak.

‘‘Dad, Mom, won’t you ask me what happened, won’t you ask me what I wanted to say in the principal’s office?’’

‘‘Bosola, what do you have to say. I said what do you have to say? You can still talk because I have not sunk my teeth into your flesh, biting until I can taste blood. The reason you are talking is because I haven’t picked a toilet broom to whip you until the evil spirits in …..’’

‘‘Mom, he had sex with me when I was nine years old.’’ I shouted interrupting her.

I watched her mouth open and blocked my ears at her shrilling screams of “who” who is the animal”, the car swerved dangerously as dad stopped the car.

‘‘What did you just say?’’ Dad said, his face a painful mask

I still don’t know what possessed me to talk the way I did, perhaps it was Mom’s self righteousness or the need to spill everything out that kept plaguing me.

‘‘Uncle Demola slept with me when I was nine.’’

‘‘Oh Jesus. Why did Demola do this to me ehn? How did I offend him?’’ Mom wailed placing her head in her laps.

‘‘Bosola, you said Demola raped you at nine. The same Demola, my brother’s son?’’ I nodded although it was more of a statement than a question.

He placed his head on the wheel. I watched them both. Mom sobbing into her laps, Dad with his head on the wheel. I didn’t feel any pity for them. There was more.

‘‘He didn’t just stop after that. It continued until the time Dad brought me here to boarding school.’’ With each word that I said Mom’s sobs became louder.

‘‘Bosola,’’ Dad said raising his head from the wheel. ‘‘I want you to tell me everything Demola ever did to you and I want you to also tell us what you wanted to tell the principal in there.’’

***

I was one of those little girls that everyone loved to carry and call the wife of their son, brother and sometimes themselves.

Uncle Demo loved me specially; He would always give me a huge portion of the meat Mom gave him for dinner.  Everyone called me his baby. He would help with my assignments, and even help with my household chores. I would stay in his room whenever Mom and Dad were out of the house.

I was Eight years old when he would play Shina Peters’ records and teach me some of the songs. He would read out stories from Hints and Better Lover magazines. He would ask if I understood what was happening in the stories and pinch my budding breasts. I would laugh at this. It was both painful and enjoyable being pinched like that. Other times he would tell me to put my hands in his trousers and help him rub his “kokoro”. That was what he called it then.

The first time I rubbed it for him, I got afraid when it began to swell and asked if it pained him or if it would burst like a boil. He had thrown back his head and laughed for a few minutes. When he was done laughing, he nodded his eyes brimming with tears brought on by the laughter.

‘‘Bosola, it could burst and that’s why you have to help me. Just allow me to lie on you.’’ I was afraid and allowed him to lie on me. He made me promise not to tell anyone as it would make them panic. ‘‘They would think I am about to die.’’ He said.

We continued like that for a while. I would remove my clothes and he would lie on me, he would breathe heavily and I would mumble sorry afraid he was suffering from an illness and could die.

I never told anyone what Uncle Demo and I were doing, not when we finally had sex and not even when I was old enough to know the meaning of what we did. I had come to enjoy it and  looked forward to it.

*****

Mom continued to sob as I spoke but Dad kept looking at me, his face expressionless. His face betrayed nothing not even when I told him how Demo had given me birth control pills the day I told him I have started seeing my monthly flow.

I switched to talking about the school. I told them about Toluse, Mr Adisa and Iye. I described a little of the things that went on in the school. I used the expression Sodom and Gomorrah. It was only at that word that Dad’s eye twitched and his face fell as if he wanted to cry. The car became quiet once again as soon as I finished speaking. The silence was broken by Mom after several minutes.

‘‘Bosola, you would be going to church with me as soon as we get back to Lagos. You have to be delivered.’’

‘‘She won’t be going for any deliverance.’’

‘‘Fola why would you say that? This girl is being attacked by the evil one, she needs to be delivered.’’

‘‘Shut up Nneoma’’. Dad screamed. ‘‘Shut up this minute.’’

‘‘The issue here has nothing to do with evil spirits or good ones. The person who needs deliverance here is Demola and I am going to ensure he gets delivered to prison.’’

‘‘I remember I was against him living with us, but if I had said no then, your people would have said your Igbo wife is hostile.’’

‘‘Woman, that’s irrelevant right now. We have to find a way to get out of this situation. First we need to get to the town, spend the night there and leave for Lagos tomorrow morning. I will deal with Demola when we get home.’’

‘‘As for that school and Mr Adisa, They would hear from me. I mean what kind of a school puts a young man in charge of the female hostel?’’

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Boarding Tales ~ Episode XII (Yewande’s Story)

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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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Boarding Tales ~Episode XI (Yewande’s Story)

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Yewande’s Story

I knew when the dog started howling. I also knew they would all wake and start their usual chants of “blood of Jesus’’. I wonder what makes them think that Jesus would listen to them. Sometimes I would also wonder why whatever it was that made the noise couldn’t barge into one of the dormitories and take one or two people. This was sin high school; the great citadel of sex, play and books all in that order, why would Jesus want to listen to anyone here I thought as I wrapped my snow white blanket tighter around me.

I hated the school and was somehow glad I was finally going to be expelled. I had told mum from the start that I didn’t want to attend a boarding school but she had insisted. I know it might be because of the day she caught me with the house maids but most times I prefer to think she just wanted to be rid of me.

It wasn’t like I had been doing anything that day, all I did was watch. I still can’t understand how that can be a crime.

Mom had travelled on one of her business trips, I think Dubai or Spain. Whenever she was not around the house became Aunt Shadia’s. We had four housemaids and Aunt Shadia was the head. That was another thing about Mom that I never understood, I didn’t understand why we needed four people to take care of just two of us. It was convenient for me to be honest, I never had to bother about washing plates, clothes, sweeping or any of those other arduous house chores.

So that day Aunt Shadia had gathered the other house helps into Mom’s room as was their practice whenever she was not around.  They had locked the door from the inside and warned me sternly to stay put in my room and watch MTV like I usually do.

I innocently nodded my head. I was Eleven yearsold but I wasn’t blind, neither was I stupid. I had been curious about what it was that they did in the room for hours and had satisfied my curiosity on one occasion. I had been alarmed and intrigued at the same time by what I saw.

I had peeped through the key hole that day and saw all four of them stark naked. Two of them had been spread-eagled on mum’s double bed another two were kneeling between the legs of the girls on the bed. I had been shocked, I didn’t fully understand what it was they were doing but knew even then that whatever it was, it was something mummy must not know about.

On the day we all got caught, they had gone inside the room as usual and I had also gone to watch. I was probably too engrossed in what I was watching to hear Mom walk towards me. It wasn’t until I was shoved aside that I realised she was beside me. I placed a palm on my mouth and moved backwards. What’s she doing here, I gasped. Aunty Shadia is dead I thought as I watched her place an eye over the key hole.

After what seemed like an eternity, she banged furiously over the door.

‘‘Shadia, Titi, Mojoyin, Shade e ko ara yin bo sita’’

I rested my back against the wall and watched as Mom paced the corridor. I glanced at the door of the room wishing they would be lucky enough to have disappearing powers and not have to face her.

They walked out in a single file and stood by the wall head bowed. I was scared wondering if mum was going to punish me along with them.

‘‘Shadia,Titi,Mojoyin, Shade go inside and pack your stuffs. You are leaving my house today.” she said already dialling a number.

They all fell on their knees and started pleading. ‘‘Sorry ma, it was the devil, we didn’t know what came over us.’’ They went on and on begging her in the name of all the deities on earth. Mom was unyielding, she placed a call to their agent and told them the helps he got her have done an act she cannot forgive and so she wanted them out. He told the man they will be outside the gate.

‘‘What are you people still waiting for?’’ she bellowed. ‘‘Oh you want me to call the security man to throw you out ehn?’’  ‘‘Eyin omo irankiran, so you people want to influence my daughter abi? I won’t allow that, anyway I’m going to the kitchen to get a drink; I must not meet you here when I get back.’’

****

By evening all the helps had gone and that was when Mom called me into the living room for a talk. She said she has decided I should go to a boarding school, she added that she had information about a good one and that it would be convenient for both of us.

‘‘I don’t want to leave you with house helps again and you know my business requires that I travel frequently. I promise I would check you from time to time.’’

‘‘Mummy, I don’t want to go to boarding school.’’

‘‘Of course you don’t want to, you would prefer watching err err stuffs like the one you were watching this afternoon and before I know it you would join them. There is no discussion about this, you are going to boarding school and that’s final.’’

I had watched as she stood up and left for her room wondering for perhaps the hundredth time what it would have been like to have a father. That was another topic mum would always bully me on. My father was dead and I had to accept it like that. There was no need to see his pictures or any of his relatives, he was simply dead.

 Like everything else that concerned me I had to do Mom’s wish and that was how I got to boarding school. I wasn’t surprised to realise mum didn’t mean it when she said she would visit regularly, neither was I too surprised when she suggested I spend my holidays in school as she was out of town. By the time I was in J.S.S2 she decided I was old enough to stay on my own if she wasn’t around. I never missed her much anyway; we just didn’t have the mother-daughter relationship.

To my many suspensions, she would place a call to the principal and apologise for whatever I had done, she would make promises on my behalf that I would be a better person by the time I come back. I would get home and if she was around, we would never get around to talking about my crime. She just didn’t want to know the details so long as I promise to change my ways. Perhaps Mom did not want to be a hypocrite. You don’t condemn a child for doing something she knows you also do. That was my belief although I wouldn’t have dared to say such to her.

****

I didn’t start out as wayward girl in boarding school. I had gotten to the school with the thoughts of attending classes, reading and making friends. Mr Adisa changed that vision for me. I met him the first day I resumed. He was the one that received us; he assured my mum they were going to take very good care of me. Mum was impressed and even showed it by handing some naira notes to Mr Adisa.

In the days that followed, he would call me his baby, his pet. He would tell the seniors to treat me well that I am his dark and lovely.

The day I would move from pet to lover, he had come to the hostel very early on a Saturday morning and asked that I and another senior follow him to the assembly hall.

We got there and he said we should sit beside him, one on his left, and the other on his right.

He then brought out a bottle of Calypso and Fanta from the small bag he had been carrying and asked that we drink.

‘‘There is no cup sir’’, I had said and he laughed saying ‘‘can’t you kiss me?’’

‘‘I want both of you to kiss me o so we will all drink from this bottle.’’

He poured some Fanta into the half empty bottle of Calypso, shook the mixture and drank some. When he was through he handed the bottle to Chiamaka the other girl.

‘‘Uncle, you have started o, I have told you I don’t like alcohol.”

‘‘Iwo wo, Orobo, Orobo mi o’’, he exclaimed poking the girl in the ribs, I watched in astonishment as she giggled softly slapping Mr Adisa on the wrists.

I watched on as she drank from the bottle and passed it to me.

‘‘I’m not drinking sir’’, I said my voice shaking.

‘‘Okay no problems if you don’t want to drink.’’

‘‘I want you both to escort me to the admin block over there. I’m going back to the staff quarters but you guys will escort me to the admin block and turn back.’’

We both stood up and followed him, some few yards to the admin block, he stopped and turning to Chiamaka he told her to call the hostel prefect girl for him.

‘‘Okay sir’’, she had said turning back immediately.

‘‘Let’s go Yewande’’ he said putting my palm in his.

I walked on with him, I wanted to say something after we passed the admin block and turned to the bush path that led to the staff quarters but for some reason the words came out silent. I saw the staff quarters ahead but we kept going and still I kept quiet, not a word even when we entered Mr Adisa’s sitting room and he told me to sit on a chair. He entered the room and came out after about ten minutes. It was when he came out that I found my voice and started screaming alarmed at what I saw.

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Boarding Tales (Episode VII)

 

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I felt the buzz before I heard it; I dropped my spoon even as I heard several spoons clattering onto plates. Students had started climbing on the dining table while others were pushing their way to the front. I was still thinking which one of the two to choose when I saw everyone rushing back to their seats. I watched as Mr Adisa walked in, there was no mirth in his eyes that evening, his pupils were red and he looked like he was about to beat everyone in the hall. Two people followed closely behind him; a boy and a girl with their hands tied together, I knew the girl as she was in my class but didn’t recognise the guy at all. The hall was still buzzing but everyone fell silent at Mr Adisa’s signal.

He pushed the couple forward and commanded them to stand on a raised platform close to him.

“Look at these people everyone”, he said.        

“These two decided they didn’t need the regular siesta, they thought the time will be better spent having sex.”

At that the buzzing resumed in full force with some boys whistling and slapping themselves on the back. I was amazed at Mr Adisa’s hypocrisy and went back to my lunch.

“As a punishment, these two will wash all the plates that everyone used this afternoon after lunch, they will do this for a week. They will also be flogged at the school assembly tomorrow morning.”

I shook my head wondering if Mr Adisa would have done the same thing f it was Toluse and I that had been caught. I finished my food and on my way out dropped my plate with the offenders like everyone else.

*****

The next two weeks after my first day in school were basically uneventful. I was still being avoided by everyone in the hostel both juniors and seniors alike. I enjoyed my solitude and avoided offending anyone as much as I could. I still met Toluse almost every night for what they called lemanization. It was a term everyone in the school threw around.

You would hear conversations that go like this;

“Where is Joke Mabs?”

o ti lo le” – she has gone to snuggle.

Most guys would send any available girl that was outside at night to call their partners out but since no one was talking to me, Toluse and I had to choose a time for our meetings. On weekdays, we would meet in the S.S.2 building immediately after prep classes and on weekends, we would meet in the cave after Lunch. Some days we would even go to Mr Adisa’s house. I noticed whenever Toluse and I met there, Mr Adisa wouldn’t be there. Life was good, I had successfully snatched Toluse from Slappy but the price was the solitude I lived in.

*****

That changed the day I met Yejide. I had seen her come in that afternoon, four weeks after my resumption. I watched from my bunk as she walked in dragging a massive suitcase behind her. I watched as some of the seniors greeted her tersely. I noticed Slappy ignored her completely.  I took it all in, wondering who she was. She was beautiful, she was tall, dark and had long flowing hair, instead of the dresses we all wore; her house wear was sewn in the form of a tight fitting trouser and an equally tight fitting shirt. I wondered if that was legal.

Later that evening after dinner, she came to my bunk and asked me to come to hers. I climbed down and followed her wondering whether I was going to be assigned as her slave.

“Hi”, she said immediately I sat down packing her long black hair with a rubber band.

“Hello”, I replied

“I’ve heard a lot of intriguing things about you, I think we are sisters and we could have a lot to do together.”

“I’m a junior”, I replied coolly

“Which doesn’t matter, you have already proven to be a tough girl; everyone respects you here, even Slappy.”

“Well, that’s because of senior Toluse’s threat.”

“I heard about that too, it’s not just about the threat. Seeke could still have found a way to make life miserable for you here but I think she fears you. She wouldn’t want to risk being embarrassed again.”

“I don’t want any trouble either.” I replied

“You should be proud girl, you snatched the boyfriend of a senior, not just any senor ooo, almighty Slappy and nothing has come out of it.”

I smiled although I was somehow unsettled by the way her eyes kept roving over me.

“So were you ill or something, how come I have not seen you for the past four weeks that I have spent here.”

“Hmmm, long story. I got suspended first week of this second term. It was a six week suspension so it just ended.”

“What was your offence?”

 “I went out of the school premises without permission, took the jungle behind the hostel.”

“But why would you do that, it’s too dangerous.”

“It’s not dangerous, In fact it’s fun.”  “We will go out together one day soon.”

“There is a lot of life outside the walls of this school and I go out to have some fun whenever I can. There is a university in the neighbouring village, it’s a really good school and there are a lot of fine guys there.”

“I don’t date anyone here” she continued, “they are all small boys who will expect me to lay my back on a cold hard bench to sleep with me. My boyfriend is in that school, you will be in a real room, with good food, music and a real bed. That’s much more fun or what do you think.”

I thought of her words and the thought of meeting a real man like my cousin Demo was very appealing. Toluse definitely didn’t meet up to Demo but I had learned to accept his lovemaking the way it was. It was after all better than nothing. I imagined a real room, with soft lights, television, music, a bed and above all a real man. I felt my body tingle with excitement. I need to have the experience she is talking about I thought to myself.

“Bosola, you will like where I will take you to, I promise.”

“I’m in Senior Yejide. I will like to follow you.”

“Good”, she said hitting me in the shoulders.

“Meanwhile, whenever we are out of the school, make sure you call me Yejide and not senior Yejide.”

“No problem.”

“Hope you have some mufti in your bag.”

“Yes, I have one or two dresses and a jean trouser and top.”

“Okay, I will check your stuffs later. My boyfriend and his friends are having a party on Saturday, we could go together; it would be fun.”

…………till next Monday

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As Faith Would Have It By Damilola Hassan

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At eight, she could not say specifically if she had heard the word ‘sex’ before but she could tell you exactly how to go about it. She was sexually active.

Usually, they were the only two in the house. He had always called her in at the slightest chance he got, removed her clothes, pulled down her underwear, his shorts and put his manhood inside her. She could not tell exactly when it all started but she knew it was on for a couple of years. Why or how nobody had seen them remained a mystery. Why she could not tell anyone about it was another mystery.

 All faith knew then was that when he put his manhood inside her, he would force it deeper and before he brings it out; some whitish substance comes out after which he seemed relieved and satisfied. What Faith was supposed to feel, she did not know. Other times, he would kiss her secret place as she knew it, stick his tongue in and out and caressing the entire region. She could not explain how she felt in the process but she knew she enjoyed it. As time went by, she anticipated this particular action; she enjoyed it secretly but what puzzled her is he would always brush his mouth afterwards.

It was a routine for her and whenever they were alone, she knew what was coming. Looking back now, reminiscing, she could see herself showing no emotions at all, nothing whatsoever. She doesn’t remember crying or thinking about it. He did what he wanted and left, Faith grabbed her clothes, put them back on and life went on.

One time their cousin Greg and Steve, a family friend came visiting. Nobody was home but herself and Stan, as usual. He told her to undress and lie on the bed spreading her legs. Steve was told to undress too. He did reluctantly; he was younger than Stan and Greg. They told him to put his manhood into her secret place. It was smaller and fluffier, Faith thought.  Steve told faith afterwards ‘I didn’t like what I was told to do’; faith replied ‘why did you do it then? He felt queasy, she felt ok, normal. This is normal she thought and wondered why he felt bad.

Stan had a girl come to the house one day when it was just he and faith at home. Sometimes, she could not comprehend how the two of them were more often than not left at home. They had two aunties an uncle, a mom and a dad they stayed with. Although all of them worked, she just could not understand. Stan and his girl were in the room but Faith couldn’t help but peep. They were undressing; he was professing his love for her. Faith was disgusted. ‘So I am not the only one he does this with’, she thought, If only the girl knew he also plays with his sister.

This had to stop. At this point, she couldn’t tell anyone, it had been on for over three years, she wouldn’t even know how or where to start.

Her mom complained the other day that she was too thin. Fear gripped Faith. She started to think she had contracted HIV. Two days ago, she started to feel a burning sensation on her buttocks and a whitish discharge coming from her ‘place’: the same substance that came out from Stan’s private place.  Oh God! She thought. It had become too much for her system to take in that’s why the system is rejecting it. She became very scared. ‘I don’t want to die’ she said, to no one in particular.

She started to contemplate telling her mom, about the burns on her butt and probably the discharge. She eventually informed her mother.  Her mom returned from work the next day and sat her down.

 ‘Faith, who has been touching you?’ her mom asked. Faith died inside instantly. Even though the question was not completely a direct one, Faith knew where it was headed.

‘Who touched you?’ her mom asked again.

 ‘Nobody’,

Her mom started to talk calmly. This was unusual. ‘I was at the pharmacy’, she continued. The pharmacist said it was abnormal for a girl of your age to be having discharge, so my dear, please, who touched you? Faith began to cry and her mom joined her.

‘Mommy, it is Stanley’,

‘Huh?’ which Stanley?

‘Stanley’

My Stanley? Your brother?

Faith nodded.

Her mother jumped and fell to the ground. She began to roll from left to right shouting ‘yeee, this children have killed me o! I am dead’, She kept repeating. Faith kept replying ‘mummy, you are not dead’. This time, it was just the two of them at home.

After the drama, they headed to the hospital. Faith cried her eyes out, so did her mom. She felt she had betrayed her mother; her mother felt the same way. She kept asking Faith: how, when and where? None of which Faith could answer.

Her brother was given the beating of his life. Luckily, he gained admission and left home almost immediately.  Faith was to go to boarding school but her parents will have none of it, especially her mom, she wanted Faith close.

Faith was happy that faith played out. The burns on her buttock and the discharge both played a huge role in this peace she now owns. She believed a piece of her that she never really knew was taken away from her, by her own brother. He took it away and was oblivious of his theft.

Damilola Hassan

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