I don’t know if this is fate or not: we were about writing our JSCE and SSCE exams when our mother and father passed away respectively. I thought I would never lived again. Well, this is 2015! I’m still alive by God’s grace.
The boy grew up.
My education halted when my father died. My sister was in her 300L in UNILAG. There were no sponsors anywhere; no, not even from my father’s brothers who would flood our house almost every week for “pocket money”. I had to make a choice: start working. So, I was 16 years old when I started working in a factory. I was the smallest, the youngest, yet, the most troublesome. I was paid every forthnight (#1,325). Though the money was never enough to do a thing, feeding was catered for. Friends, this is the beginning of a transition from a gentle, innocuous-looking, innocent and peaceful child to a shrewed, wayward and pervert man!
Fast forward. My first victim: Mary.
She was 17+ when we met. We attend same church. She would call me and come to me for advice almost everyday. I welcomed her with open arms and do share “brotherly” advice with her.
#First Lesson: Girls, as much as it is good to seek for advice, never you go to guys for one. No matter how ‘spiritual’ that brother may appear, the lion can never be a friend or guardian to the lamb without a temptation to eat it. Some guys have good motives and pure mind but the girl might have ulterior motives. That’s my case!
There is no single day that Mary won’t stop by to say hello. The closeness grew so much that other girls of her age became jealous. I need to say here that I was a popular figure in church. Almost everbody likes me, gilrs especially. All along, little did I know that Mary had gone to spread fake gospel to her close friends that we had something going, eventhough we had NOTHING!
Of a truth, Mary is a beauty to behold. Blessed with all the aura a woman would die for. Academically, she is brilliant. I guess that was the most attractive thing about her. So, when I heard of her antics, surprisingly, I was 30% angry but 70% happy. A mystery I’m still to unravel.
After several warnings, she apologised. Her readiness to accept wrong, apologise and her seductive humility, ravaged me. I lost after her. Eventhough she was 17+, Mary possessed the maturity of a 22yr old. She is smart, calculative and blunt. So, it was no surprise that when I finally presented my manifesto, she agreed already.
Whatever is it I requested of Mary, she agreed to it already: whether right or wrong. She was ready to do my bidding anyday, anytime. In her words, “I just want you close to me, that’s all I want.”
At first, I was a bit scared. I was supposed to nurture Mary in the Lord. But here I am doing the opposite. Well, who cares? What later resulted to numerous s*x with her started with a simple innocuous kiss on the hand. She would call me and text me about how she felt when I kissed her hand. Was she naive? I had no idea. Subtly, a kiss on the hand led to a kiss on the cheek, neck and forehead. Still, she would make reference to all of it, making me so tensed and a little firghtened.
Then, one day, as I was seeing her off to her house, suddenly, she turned around and planted a kiss on my lips. I was shell-shocked and dumn-founded. Before I could say jack, she did it again, and again and again. When she noticed the obvious shock on my face, she whisphered, “goodnight”, and walked away.
I returned home that night thinking I was dreaming. I touched my lips several times and it sent a shiver down my spine. I was still examining myself when my phoned beeped. Mary had sent a message which reads, “I hope you liked when I did. I can do much more if you allow me. 1 4 3.”
Liked what you did? Are you kidding me? I was about deleting the message when the number “1 4 3″ caught my attention. What is “1 4 3″? With curiosity overwhelming my mind, I replied her message by simply saying, “Mary, what Is 1 4 3?” I sat on my bed waiting for a reply…which never came that day. I called her number before going to bed that night but she never answered the call. I went to her house the following day only to be told that she had travelled. Tra wetin? How manage? Later I learnt her father had a function to attend and she willingly followed him. Mary and her father spent a whole week. I was calling her phone all along but she didn’t answer. Wahala don happen. Mary and I didn’t see each other for another 2 weeks. The only thing on my mind was simply to ask her what “1 4 3″ means.
It was Valentine. The youth of the church had organized a feast so that we won’t be roaming the streets looking a val. I dressed in all black with a red tie, looking cute – at least, to my taste. I made sure I was in church early enough not to miss any funny moment. I sat in the middle so that I would neither be too close nor too far from the whole action. I had not sat for 5mins when I sniffed the perfume of someone I know so well sitting close by. When I lift up my head to see who it was, guess who: Mary!
To Be Continued…
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