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 X)

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“Take them to the bathroom and search them” Mr Adisa ordered after searching Yewande’s stuff for over thirty minutes and not finding any of the missing items.

“Slappy must be pissing in her pants from ecstatic joy”. I thought looking at the wide grin on her face.

*****

There was no way I was going to allow Slappy and her friends humiliate me in the smelly bathroom. I may be down but I still felt the need to hold my head high.

In a split second that was too short for anyone to react, I slipped my dress off and stood naked except for my pant and bra. I looked at Mr Adisa’s face and almost chuckled at the way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he stared unabashedly at my body.

I made as if to remove my panties but a junior girl rushed down from her bunk and hugged me, shielding my body with hers.

“Bosola, please don’t do that, there is enough damage done already, please don’t.”

I felt a tug on my heart as I looked into her face; Feyisayo my first friend in the school, the one who had abandoned me after my escapade at the stream.

Her action released Mr Adisa from his transfixed state and clearing his throat he finally found his voice.

“Dress up, young lady.” he said averting his eyes.

Yeye, I thought, after he has already memorised every contour of my body, why bother to avert his eyes now.

I pulled the dress back on and bringing it down, I caught Yewande’s eyes, there was a gleam of amusement in her eyes and she winked at me. I shrugged inwardly wondering what that was for.

“Seeke, pat the other girl down.” Mr Adisa instructed.

A sulky Slappy went to Yewande and patted her down.

“She is clean.” Seeke said.

“Ladies, do you want this done the easy way or do I have to beat the truth out of you both?”

I smirked, the efficient Mr Adisa was back, he had been able to tuck the lecher back into the corner where he hid and brought it out whenever it was necessary.

“Sir, it is true that we spent the night with those guys but we didn’t take anything from them.” I replied

The room buzzed in excitement at my words, I looked around and saw that almost all the girls in the school had somehow found their way into my dormitory. I couldn’t blame them, it wasn’t everyday that you get to watch a real life drama free of charge.

“Those guys will be in this school on Monday morning, if by then you girls haven’t confessed as to the whereabouts of those items, I would hand you both over to the policemen that will come with them.”

“In the mean time, I’m calling your parents as soon as I get back to the office; they have to be here on Monday morning.”

I felt a pain go through my heart, I thought of how my mum would wail, how she would ask the seven elders of heaven why they allowed her to be saddled with a Jezebel re-incarnate. I thought of how she would remind Jesus how she had served him all the days of her life and how she wishes he would take me away. I could see her writhing on the floor in my mind’s eye.

“Take her away lord, take her or change her. Elohim, don’t make me kill this child by myself.”

I thought of my dad’s reaction too and decided he would be disappointed. However, he will recover faster than my mum would and start the process of getting me into another school that had “disciplined” teachers and students.

Ishhh, I sighed watching Mr Adisa as he stormed away.

I climbed my bunk to sleep but woke immediately the breakfast bell rang. Nothing will stop me from eating not even the thought of possible expulsion. Yewande joined me midway to the dining room and held my hand. I thought of snatching it away conscious of the several eyes that trailed us but decided it was better we stuck together, partners in crime that we were.

*****

The rest of the day went on uneventfully until another shrill bell went off midway into our siesta. My heart rippled in alarm and I wondered if the guys had decided to show up before Monday. The bell ringer announced that all students were to report at the assembly ground immediately.

“Here comes the shaming of a thief” I thought.

I walked to Yewande’s bunk and once again we linked hands and walked together to the assembly hall.

Since it was an informal assembly, there was no need to line up according to our classes, so I stayed behind Yewande.

We all kept quiet at Mr Adisa’s signal, he announced that the principal was on his way and there should be absolute silence.

My heart lurched in trepidation, the principal yet again; I took deep breaths trying to brace myself for what was to come.

The principal entered the assembly hall few minutes later flanked by some old men and women.

This can’t have anything to do with our crime I thought.

He climbed the hall platform and after greeting the students, he announced that the Iyalode and Olu Awo of the town would like to speak to us all.

“Iya Pupa”, someone in the next line whispered. “It has to be Iya Pupa.” The girl added

The Olu Awo addressed us and after greeting and commending us for being well behaved he announced that the masquerade festival had been slated for the coming week.

“Iya Pupa is coming out this coming week. As most of you will know, there are certain regulations that govern her outing. No woman in this town must have the same hairstyle with her. We do not know what her hairstyle will be so we will advise that you all leave your hair undone.”

Everyone started talking at the same time, I looked at Yewande confused but she simply shrugged and smiled.

“Take this” she said handing me a lollipop.

“Thanks.” I replied unwrapping it and popping it into my mouth immediately.

Quiet everyone, Mr Adisa bellowed. The hall went silent at his command and once again I wondered how he does it. It was always a mystery to me how he could be firm and irresponsible whenever it suited him.

“Also, there will be no movement in and out of the town in the coming week. The Olu Awo added.”

I looked at Yewande again, a smile curving my lips, she looked back and winked.

“No man or animal must enter or leave the village for the next one week. Thank you my dear students, I will like to assure you once again that you are all safe here.” The Olu Awo said concluding his address.

One week of grace I thought. It occurred to me that the guys might not see a reason to still come to the school after one week and I felt my heart lurch with hope.

The principal addressed us and we all dispersed afterwards. Everyone including me started undoing their hair while still on the way to the hostel, all except Yewande.

****

We were still on our way back when a junior boy told us that Mr Adisa wanted to see us both in the assembly hall.

We went back and saw him sitting on one of the chairs placed on the raised platform. Toluse was standing beside him and I felt my feet drag in shame.

There were two seats in front of him and he asked us to sit. I tried to meet Toluse’s eyes but he was determined not to meet mine. His expression was unreadable.

Okay, there goes my first relationship here, I decided shrugging.

“Listen both of you”, Mr Adisa started clearing his throat

“The principal had directed that I should still call your parents and tell them to come on the next Monday after the Masquerade festival.”

“I’m going to the office to prepare your letters once I leave here.”

“Yewande, you will be expelled because yours has been a repeat offence. Bosola you would be suspended for three weeks because you are a first time offender.”

“Are you girls okay with that?” He asked.

Yewande shrugged like she couldn’t be bothered but I kept mute,

“Anyway, it’s okay. You can both leave now.”

“I’m so sorry” I said as we walked back to the hostel.

“It’s no problem; there will always be another school. I won’t miss this school though. So many twisted things happened to me here. But I have handed over to you; I’ve given you my mandate so I’m happy”

“What does that mean?”

“Don’t worry you would understand when I’m gone.”

****

The time was 1.00am; I woke up with a start and wondered what it was that woke me. I rubbed at my eyes and saw the light of the room was on; it was as if everyone was chanting in their sleep. I tried to listen to what they were saying;

“Blood of Jesus, Blood of Jesus”

Why are they all mumbling blood of Jesus? I asked myself even as the answer rang loudly in the night.  A wail, a growl and then an unnatural and non human cry, it seemed like that of a dog but I was shocked that a dog could make such a sound. A great fear enveloped me and I immediately murmured “Chukwu biko zoba’m”. God please protect me.

The murmurs had turned to a scream by then and they would go down as soon as the wailing went down only to come up as soon as the wailing starts again. I joined the chants too and glanced at Yewande’s bed. She was still and wrapped from head to toe in white. It wasn’t the first time I would notice her pure white blanket but something about it scared me that night.

The wailing finally stopped about half an hour later and everyone relaxed with some going back to sleep. I couldn’t sleep and lay there with the dread still in me. I started wondering if it would have been better to have been expelled after all.

“She is the one” I heard suddenly, the voice belonged to my bunk mate

“Haa, it might be Iya Pupa oo” the second voice said. They were both on my bunk mate’s bed whispering.

“No it’s not Iya pupa, it’s her. Iya Pupa’s stuff does not reach the school and besides you know this wailing thing happens even when Iya Pupa’s masquerade is not coming out.”

“You may be right though because this wailing does not happen when that girl is on suspension or out of the school.”

“Ehn ehn, you see now”

“I heard she is being expelled though, I can’t wait. Aje Oshi.” Useless witch.

I pulled my wrapper tighter wondering if it could be true that Yewande was a witch and was responsible for the wailings. I looked back at her bunk, her blanket was still over her head and it was as if she hadn’t moved at all since the last time I glanced at her. Everyone in the room had woken up except her; every one’s hair had been undone except hers.

“Hmm”, I sighed my mind racing wildly. Winks, shrugs, that unruffled stance, the I don’t give a damn attitude, the hair that wasn’t loosened. Hmm, I sighed yet again

 Two sentences jumped into my head, bringing a massive head ache with them.

“Take this”

…….”But I have handed over to you; I’ve given you my mandate so I’m happy”

“Lollipop, mandate” I whispered aloud suddenly remembering the stories of witchcraft being transferred through sweets and biscuits.

I am already a prostitute and a thief I thought remembering the books and the =N= 2,000 I had hidden under my bunk mate’s mattress. “Why had I even done that?” I asked myself for the umpteenth time since we left the guys’ apartment.

Bosola the Prostitute, Thief and perhaps Witch I thought a shiver going through me. I would gladly prefer to remain just prostitute and thief but the witchcraft part scared me.

Perhaps I’m scared for no reason I thought. She said I would understand when she leaves; perhaps I really will I concluded allowing sleep to take the reins.

 

Thanks for bearing with me, reading and sharing these series ever since the first episode.  This will be the end of  Bosola’s boarding tales. Yewande’s story will start soon. Thank you so much, I appreciate you. Chukwu Gozie gi. God bless you.

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