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WHY??

Why did you not tell me auntie?
Why did you cloak the teaching of sex under the veil of modesty?

Told me that it was a forbidden fruit never to be tasted.
Yet Folarin did the 'thing' and swore that it was very sweet.

I became interested.
Inquisition gripped my hands and led me into the stalls where those movies were sold.
Lust gripped my legs and drove me towards the dim lighted rooms where ill reputable women laid.
For I wanted to practice every skill the films had taught me.

'Fine boy. Na 400 naira I go collect' They said.
Extending their hands towards my pockets while playfully pinching my chest.
An action that drove my desire into an overdrive and fired up all neurons in my head.

Slowly, I handed over the cash and got to business.
Slowly my trousers fell and I began the descent into that pit.
Slowly I began to realize that the movies had lied.
Slowly my mind began to trick me that I had to try it three more times to get the hang of it.
Slowly my feet shook and the ledge could not hold me again.

Auntie. Uncle. Pastor
Why did you always blush when I asked you about reproduction?
Why did you hush my questions with a slap when I inquired about the beauty of sex?
Why did you 'cast and bind' every demon of waywardness when I simply wanted to know the reason I was aroused anytime I saw a girl?
Why did you turn full blown scriptural when I needed you to guide me with your life experiences?

Yet I saw all of you o.

In those corners where you kissed, I saw you o.
At those dark spots when you lowered your car seats and the car was doing 'jigi-jigi', I saw you o.
When I silently went to the toilet during church night vigil, I saw you o.
When you called my friend into the staff room to 'educate' her, I saw you o.

Yet you blushed when the time to teach me came.
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