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“Who owns this result”? He asked fuming

“What happened to it”? I asked quietly

“So you mean to tell me that this is the result of the school fees I have been paying for you”? My father asked in anger

“But I passed na” I replied confused

“Let your mum come back and see how “well” you did in your W.aec exam” He shouted while moving out.

Well, it wasn’t my fault, I saw a parallel “P” and I felt it was a pass. Daddy didn’t take it lightly with me, whenever he bought something; I was always excluded while others enjoyed their own food. So we waited for the admission result to come out from the military school exam I wrote. Actually, that was steph’s school because she already gained admission there, so I am anticipating resuming with Steph in the same school.

Back to my neighborhood, Chika became a close friend. I practically stayed outside our house at night, just to be and talk with her. Along the line, we became good friends.

“Do you have a girlfriend” She asked me

“Yes” I replied “But she is not here again, but I always think of her” I said

“What about you, do you have a Boyfriend”? I asked smiling

“No, I don’t like boyfriends” She said

“That’s good” I replied

“But we can still be friends ooo” She said

“Yes, sure” I said

“Do you like me”? She asked smiling

“Let me show you whether I like you” I said while drawing her face closer.

I landed a kiss to her cheek; seeing she got excited I decided to ask her for permission to land a direct kiss to the lips. She accepted and I went for it, but I noticed she held my face to her mouth and was never letting go so I enjoyed the fun while it lasted. Our kissing became an everyday affair. At every little opportunity we had, we kissed.

I started thinking of a way to transform our kiss to something more intimate. One morning while daddy had gone to work, I quickly moved outside the compound and went to chika’s house to call her. She responded by coming to our house; there was this erotic magazine I always hide under my bed to keep myself always happy. When she came into the house, I brought her ice cream from the fridge and gave to her while she picked up my magazine to see what was inside.

I left the scene on purpose to give her a little space with the magazine, then I came back and saw her quite uncomfortable. I already knew the reactions so I didn’t hesitate to dive into the water.

I quickly touched her laps and felt her reaction before crossing my hand over her neck to kiss her. During the kissing, she quickly reached for my pennis and was drawing it out with full force.

I followed behind in full momentum undressing her in few seconds like Bro Iyke taught me. When I finally entered, I realized that there was blockage whatever around her virgina region. It was free to air. I quickly did what I was supposed to do and it was fun.

Sex with Chika became constant: Whenever we had the opportunity to see and it is quite dark or lonely, she always offered it to me like a sacrifice. At some point, she offered to call her best friend to participate in our sex competition, I rejected at a point but after putting myself in Bro Iyke’s shoe, I asked her to bring her over.

She was another small but older looking fair girl, who couldn’t communicate properly in English but knew how to obey simple instruction. The both of them came to the house as planned, after watching a movie we then proceeded to my room. At first I was scared but I always wanted to make proud.

It was a moment of romance; no idea could be more than having two naked girls on your bed, swarming all over you. I have seen it in American movies; right now I am having a feel of it. I touched wherever I felt like touching, sucked whatever stared at my face, entered wherever I felt had a space for me to enter. The feeling, joy and memories are things I always cherish.

Schools have started and I am in Sss1 now, Steph is Jss1 and mary in Sss2. Daddy took me to school alongside Steph. I was handed over to a soldier man as a personal guardian while Steph went to her class.

Mr Eke the soldier man is a private soldier, tall and muscular in nature. We welcomed me with a smile, but deep down I knew that the smile wasn’t real. That was actually the beginning of the end for me.

I entered my class Ss1B and it was filled with strange faces till I saw someone mention my name. I turned back and saw my Old friend at my former school here in this present one. We didn’t talk much at my former school, but I know that in this unknown land, he will be my best pal.

I begged his seat mate to borrow a space beside him, and the boy willing agreed. That was how I met Kenneth. Ugly, tall, troublesome are the best words to describe him, but you must love him.

I resumed school the next day a little bit late, despite waking up very early. I was told to kneel down and use my knee to walk till I reached my class which was very far from the gate. I tried doing it, but I noticed that along the way, some other guys were escaping and running very fast, without getting caught. I looked around and tried running. I wasn’t even half way my class, before I was caught and sent back to the gate again to start afresh.

These are some of the challenges I suffer in this school. Most times I come back home looking like a rejected prisoner. No matter how cool and good you are in class, you must get flogged.

I remember saying I won’t get flogged again in the school. Just a military man entered the class and someone gave out fart. The class smelled, and the officer considered it insult. We were all ordered outside without sandals to lie on the floor. He came back with some bulala (Military name for Koboko) and gave us 10 strokes each. Even the old girls didn’t cry, so I held my tears till I reached my desk.

The school is fun, but it comes with a price. If you greet wrongly you get flogged; if you greet nicely you get flogged; if you run when you are supposed to walk and you are caught, you get flogged. So I have learnt how to wear triple shorts and shirts while coming to school.

“Wait for me after school, I have something to tell you” she said to me

“Any problem” I asked surprised

“After school, I will tell you” She said

I was in class but couldn’t concentrate on what the geography old woman was saying. She knew I hated her subject, and she hated me too. Most times, I spend most of my time in her class, facing punishment and today was no exception. But I was waiting patiently for what funmi wanted to tell me after school.

After school closed, I waited for funmi to come around while I stayed behind in class. Kenneth was hanging around in case any situation came up. Fumi with her friends came around and we exchanged pleasantries.

“You said I should wait behind” I asked

“Yes, because there was something important I needed to tell you” She said

“Okay, say it let me hear” I replied smiling

“My friend says she likes you and would want both of you to be friends” She said

“Which of them”? I asked feeling like a boss.

“This one” she pointed to a shy looking beautiful girl I always exchanged eye contacts with during classes

“But I don’t know her name” I said looking confident

“Her name is Comfort” Fumi said

“I like her too” I said smiling

“If you are coming to school tomorrow, write her a letter” Fumi said

“Alright, no problems” I said smiling

I went home and bought a book that contained love texts and letters; I used it to compose some heartwarming stories of love. I combined it together, while stealing my father’s perfume to spray round it. When I reached school, I gave it to comfort and told her that I wanted my reply also in a letter form.

That term, I spent more time committing various offences, serving punishments and composing letters for comfort. During break period, we would be in secluded places with Kenneth and the girls and be having fun in school. Comfort copies my note for me, so I spend more time gambling in class and making noise. Infact, this school is making me live my dreams.

Towards exam periods during the submission of notes, I tore out any page that had blank spaces. I ended up submitting a long note with just 20 pages, while my mates where even attaching more notes to their existing ones to make it contain all the topics.

While revision was going on, I was clearing grasses alongside Kenneth and other guys in the officers’ quarters. Our crime being that I wrote the names of the quietest people in class as noise makers. When the real names were called from a silent observer’s list, behold the writer of noise maker’s names was even on the list.

Exam time has reached, and I informed the guys about my special talent when it comes to exam writing. They all stayed behind me, and we were all ushered to our various desks. The exams lasted almost a week and some days, and I did what I know how to do best.

“Stand up” The invigilator shouted

I knew it was all over and no chance to pull any stunt. As she approached towards me,

“Jesus Christ” A guy shouted so loud

Everybody turned towards his direction, even I and the teacher.

“What’s that”? The teacher asked

“I just realized that all I have been writing is wrong” The boy said very sober

“Was that why you shouted” The teacher asked

“I won’t shout again Ma” he pleaded.

“Now you stand up” She said to me

I stood up as directed and she looked around…

“Where is the book I saw you with”? She asked

“See it here” I said giving her a book

“What’s inside” She asked me

“Ma you can check it” I said to her politely

After checking it, she looked at me and nodded her heads, as a way of saying I will catch you again. But it was too late.
Don’t ask me the real reason why the boy shouted Jesus. The boy’s name is Kenneth, and he only saved his fellow friend. That’s how we do our thing.

Results of the exam came out, and guess what??