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"I dare you to take off your boxers." I dunno where it came out from but it seemed her boldness kind of rub off on me. I quickly removed my boxers. I was uncalled and my joystick was already firm from staring at her neked bossom. I needed no soothsayer to tell me what she wanted. It was an open invitation. My hands went to her bossom. It was soft. Soffer than the ones I have touch. It was nothing compared to Hajiya or Nneka's. My joystick grew firmer while my hands worked wonders on her bossom. Judith let out a sharp moan. Judith and I have kiss and romance on several occasion but it was never as intense as this.
I removed her Bra and kept my attention on the twins on her chest. I went further to removed her pants.
"I love you girl" I told her."I know you'll say anything now that your brain is in between your legs"
"But my brain has always been there now" I told her. Judith laughed and few minutes later her laughter gave way to a loud moan that filled the whole room. My thrust became faster and faster and at that moment nothing else matter. She let out a nice sound track while I took charge of her body.


It was on a hot Saturday night Judith invited me to her friend's party. It was not a birthday birthday, it wasn't a wedding party. It was just a party on of those parties rich spoiled kids throw when their parents are out of town. We arrived at the venue at exactly 7:pm. It was at Akila one of the most affluent areas in sokoto. It was a duplex The party was held held at the gardan outside the house beside the pool.

The garden was already filled with teenagers with boys wearing crazy jeans to low to sit on their waist and girls wearing skits to high above their knees. The 2face implication filled the whole house and disturbed the peace of the night. Judith introduced me to her friends, the host Zara and her sister Folashade. Both girls were looking real gorgeous and beautiful. "Hi girls meet Abel my boyfriend" Judith introduced me to her friends.
"Hello handsome" Folashade greeted, bringing her hand for a handshake.
"Nice meeting you girls" I said. I noticed something unusual about Folashade, the way she smiled and held longer to my hand during the handshake and that smile for hers. Said more than a thousand words.
Judith and I walked away to meet other friends but Folashade eyes trailed us all the way.

Judith and I were dancing to Micheal boltoon "When a man loves a woman " I held her tight and close while we danced to the song.
" I never knew you could dance like" Judith told me.
"I never knew I could myself. You see you bring out the best in me." I told her.
Judith complained she was tired and walked to take a rest leaving me on the dance floor. I was about following her when I saw Folashade standing in front of me. She quickly drop a note on my palms. I hid it quickly in my pocket preventing Judith from seeing it.
" I need to pee." I told Judith walking towards the rest room. On getting there I removed the note Folashade gave me from my pocket. 'Meet me in my room upstairs.' I folded the note folded it and returned it back to my pocket.
I sneak my way to the main building, the. The music had changed to a louder and crazier jamb the speakers. The cries of excitement from other teenagers went into the night.


I walked inside the the leaving room, it was the most beautiful room I have seen, the
Interior decoration was like no none I had seen. The whole house smelt of money. I saw pictures of a man and a women whom I guess where Zara and Folashade parents. The women in the photo was a direct replica of Folashade. I saw Folashade thirty years later in that picture.
'I saw pictures of Zara and Folashade as kids and another art work of a water fall on the wall. I was carried away looking at the paintings when a husky female voice brought me back to reality.
"Who are you?" I turn immediately and standing before me was a young woman in her late twenties, a woman I later got to learn was the house keeper. A ephumesimistic term giving to maids these days.
"I'm hmm I mm, looking for Folashade room" I stammered. And hated myself for doing so.
"Go upstairs, to the first room by your left." She said and walked to the kitchen. If looks could kill,then the maid looks would have killed me.
I knocked at the door to Folashade room and a voice came from inside "come in,the door is open." I walked into the room only to find Folashade standing with just a towel round her body,wearing that beautiful smile of hers she gave her lips painted with a blood red lipstick a kissable look.
"I know you'll come" she said smilling.

Soon the whole class knew Judith and I as a pair Even Mr Ayo was aware of our relationship. Some guys in class who couldn't have her tried throwing shades at me. We build our own world whenever we were together paying little or no attention to the people around us.
Judith became a regular visitor at my house, we spent Saturdays watching movies in my room or playing scarbble which I never won
"You bring out another part of me, I never knew existed" I told her while she rest her head on my laps while I seat on the bed. "Really! Hope is a good part sha? She asked laughing. I didn't replied her I watched her laughed and awe at how one girl could be so beautiful. " let's play a game." She said seating up. " it's called truth and dare"
"No way" I protested. "Why, are you scared?"
"That I would beat you to it like I beat u up in scrabble." She laughing.
"OK lets go" I obliged.
"Truth or Dare?" She asked
"Truth." I replied.
"What did my lips felt like the first time we kissed?"
"CANdy!" I replied.
Truth or Dare? I asked.
"Dare" she said. "Dare ke,this girl get mind o" I said to myself.
"Take off your top" I said smiling. I was expected her to protest like most girl and argue and that would be the end of the game but Not Judith. She obediently removed her top and trew it on the bed. Left with just her bra which did little in covering her bossom which stared me in the face.
"Truth or dare?" She asked.
"Dare!" I replied without allowing to finish.
"I dare you to take off your boxers."

Mom suggested I took computer lessons while the long vacation lasted. Not like I had any choice because he had already purchased the form even before telling me. So I filled the form carefully and gave it to her before going to bed that night and two days later. I was on my way to Rainbow computer training institute. The computer center was just like a self contain apartment with a with the inner and outer space. With about six computers in the outer space and seven inside making it all a total number of seven computers. Beside the door to the inner space rest a dip freezer where drinks and pure water are stored for sale.
Mr Ayo was a young man in his late twenties. Tall dark and wasn't all that good looking but he was ok physically. The only flaw in him was his Yoruba accent but he was very intelligent and a good teacher. Mr Ayo took us through the first stage of the diploma course on our handout which was Microsoft word. I paid great attention to the whole process because I really wanted to have the knowledge of computer Mondays to Fridays were set aside for theories, while Saturdays were for practical we get to practice all what we had Learn throughout the week.
I arrieved late for class that day, when I saw her seated in front of the computer talking to Mr Ayo. I was fascinated by her radient smile. "I pray say na new student this girl be" I said to myself and heaven answered my prayer. She was a student and we were both in the same class as beginers. I tried so hard to impress her since I resumed three days before her,it was expected of me to know a thing or two about Microsoft word. But I was disappointed when I discovered she knew more than I did and learn faster. She within a week she could type very fast with both hands while I was struggling to type with one hand. And so when I noticed that there was no way I could impress Judith as far as computer was concern I cut off the act and returned to being my self.

I was on my way home after class when he walked up to me " Abel you stayed at Bafarawa easte right? "
"Jeez! So this fine babe know my name" I said to myself quite impressed.
"Yes" I replied. "Oh nice, let's walk together then I stayed at oldairport." And that was how it all started.
I walked her all the way to her house at oldairport before going home. I got to know that she was a student at Nigerian Turkish international college kaduna. She was only in sokoto for the long vacation and her dad just like my mom also thought that talking a course in computer while the holiday lasted.
Judith and I exchanged contacts and I always wait for her for us to walk to class and walk back home.
It felt very easy talking with judith she knew what I will say even before I did. And we also discovered with had a lot in common. We were birthday mates 29,September. We loved the same movies, both love reading and were both great fans for James hardly chase.

"Abel don't you think is time we share a kiss?" Judith aksed me on one occasion after escorting her to the gate for their house.
I was startled by that question, I wasn't expecting it. It took me off balance but we kissed anyways it tasted Real good Candy was a perfect describe how her lips felt.

All of a sudden it felt like the evil spirit that possesed me finally let go of me and the consequences of what I did stared me in the face. I immediately went cold. The illusionary boldnes I had few minutes ago was no where to be found. I trew the blank away and was aboout running out of the hostel, when the all Abdullahi mates descended on me, I got the beating of my life that day.
It took the intervention of my friend Hamzah who opened the hostel gate for me from outside,helping me to escaped and ran to the matron's house for help.
That night the whole school was in disarray. Every little offense from any junior boy had great consequences. You dare not cross any senior part.
I went into hiding all night. I slept at the school Chapel. I sneak my way into the hostel the next morning had my bath and rush to classes.
The news of what happened between Abdullahi and I spread round the school like wildfire. Making me more popular in school.
Every girl wanna hear a version of what happened from me.
"Abel is it true that you really hit Abdullahi with a plank on the head?" Chioma the most beautiful girl in my class asked. "That guy is so fool of himself, someone has got to teach him a lesson" I said with pride in my voice. Adding and twisting the story making me appear as a hero.
Most of the seniors would have devoured me but thanks to the immunity I got from the senior boarding house master. The whole bullying incident was reported to him by the matron Mrs Offiong who told him I she heard me screamed and shouted from the hostel while Abdullahi and his friends bullied me.painting me as the perfect victim and that me hitting Abdullahi on the head with a plank was only an act of self defense.
Abdullahi and his friends appered before the school disciplinary committee and it took the mercies of God that they were not explled from the school.
And so thought so many seniors hated me and would grab any opportunity to reach me a lesson they could not in other not the get into trouble. But some stubborn seniors still picked on me, giving me odd task to perform and all. But still I earned the respect of most of them and Abdullahi never touched or disturbed me again.


Gradually the term came to an end third term holidays in school always comes with mixed feelings. It is what we teachers called Judgment day! A day when students get to collect their results. It's the most dramatic day in school. We were all seated in class waiting for the form taecher to come share our result. I wasn't as apprehensive as some of my class mates because to me failure was not an option. I knew I would be promoted I was. The news of Abdullahi failure was all over the school. Bola the class gossip in my class was the first to bring the news to us. "Have you guys heard the latest news?" She asked Hamzah, Emmanuel and I while we waited for Emmanuel mom, clapping her hands as it was typical of Evey Nigerian some. When gossiping. "Na lie joor" hamzah told her. ' you told believe me right? Ok let's wait for next term you all would know that I don't lie. " she said walking away to join some group of girls chatting opposite the car park.
I rushed back to the hostel to get my sandals which I had forgotten under my bed, when I heard two seniors Abdullahi's class mates talking about it. "Bola wasn't lying after all. Abdullahi reapted" meaning we are going to be mates come next session and the beautiful part of it was that since he was in art class. That means we are going to be in the same class. A devilsh grin appeared on my face. " Can't wait for next term" I said running to catch up with my boys.

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It was on one of those rainy afternoon in August during the long vacation. I was out with Hamzah and Emmanuel when I got a call from valantine to come see him at his apartment. Val sounded quite serious over the phone and so I told Emmanuel and Hamzah I needed to be somewhere but were so engrossed with the P.S they were playing they paid little attention to me. So I jump on the first bike I saw to Valantine room.
I met him playing on the rug carpet watching the Season 3 of merlin. 'You sounded serious on the phone are you OK?' I asked. 'Yes I am fine, was just bored and so I called you.'
I joined him on the rug and we both watched the movie together. The only voice that filled the room was the voices of the movie characters. 'Abel I don't know about you but have been meaning to do this' valantine said. And before I knew what was happening his lips were on mine.
I was motionless his hands were already finding there way to my trousers when I restrain from him pushing him aside. 'Valantine what's wrong with you are OK?' He tried coming close but I picked up my phone and ran out of the house,out of the compound I kept running until I got to the mainraad I entered a bike back home. And all of a sudden Mr Kunle words 'don't allow any boy to touch your Penis' now made sense it all made sense.


The holiday gradually came to an end and I found my way back to school.
It was on a Monday morning woke up in high spirit did my morning my self and the other guys were running to the dining hall for breakfast when I was stopped at the gate by the captain, he said that I did not sweep the portion allocated to me properly. So I had to forfit my breakfast of bread and tea that morning. I slept all through each class from maths to government to English and literature. I just couldn't wait for clases to be over.
I had just drop my school bag on my bed when I heard the bell for lunch I ran with the speed of light to the dining hall with the other guys trailing behind. The pass to enter the dining as was the norm then was a Spoon. Yes. You need a spoon to enter I was about entering when the dining hall prefect a plump girl stopped me. 'Your spoon.' She said. I put my hands in my pocket where I was sure I put my spoon before leaving the hostel but to my greatest surprise my pocket was empty. It must had fell while I ran to the dining hall. I tried explaining to the girl in front of my but all my explanation fell on deaf ears.
And so that was how I missed lunch too. The witches and wizard in my village must had been at work that day. Because that was the only explanation I could give for the days happenings

I successful found my way into the dining hall by 6pm for dinner it was yam porridge and fried piece we had just said our prayers and was about eating when the house captain voice interrupted us. 'All rima house boys stand up and match to the hostel on a straight line.'OMG!' 'Not again ' 'so na so I go take miss breakfast, lunch and dinner?' I asked no one in particular. Quickly pick my fish before joining the queue back to the hostel

On getting to the hostel, we were made to lie down on the ground,our offense was that we didn't perform our morning chores properly.
And so we all lie down on the floor and each senior was to give us 3 strokes of the cane. Abullahi was one of the most deaded seniors in the hostel. His brunt fair skin. His voice alone make us shiver. He galdly assist to help the house captain trash us.
Abdullahi gave all the other guys 3 strokes of the cane but due to reasons best known to him, when he got to my turn he gave me six strokes of the cane and was about going to the seventh when I broke loose. Like a certain spirit possessed me. I took up hold the cane and told him I won't allow him flog me again.
'The rest of my mates watched my display of boldness which others considered foolishness, Hamzah begged me with his eyes to lie down and apologize to Abdullahi but turn my gaze from him. 'What did you say?' Abdullahi asked, giving me an opportunity to take back my words and lie down on the floor.but at this point I was at my boling point and so I Repeated myself, this time with more boldnes. 'I said I won't lie down and allow you flog me again.' I did not complete my statement when three dirty slaps landed on my face. Abdullahi kept slapping me and while I staggered backwards and almost fell into the water reservoir. When I saw a plank I didnt know when I picked it up and hit him repeatedly on the head. I hit him with every anger in me that day, for the breakfast I missed, for the lunch and dinner I hit him with all the hatred I felt for him.

giles14:
dey dere dey deceive urslf say u attend fego .

Fego sokoto that is my alma Mata.

My friendship with valantine grew faster than I expected I sneak out of school to meet him and on several occasion we went clubbing at Blue star hotel. It was on one of such visit that val introduced me to Hajiya Binta. Hajiya was in her late therties. A fair skin and her long natural hair which she hardly covered like most hausa women.'Hajiya met my cousin Abel he's a 100level English student at the state university.' Valantine lied.'Abel meet Hajiya Binta.'
'Good evening Ma' I greeted her.
'Oh please call me Hajiya' she said smiling exposing her golden teath.
'OK ma,hmmm I mean Hajiya' I corrected my self immediately.
Hajiya and I hang drinks all night, I tested achaol for the very first time. Unlike most hausa women Hajiya seem to be quite educated and it was easy easy talking with her. Our discussion travlled across so many topics.once in a while Hajiya would try to talk about school, my favorite course and all but I smartly changed the topics since I knew little or nothing about what it feels like to be studying English.
'It quite fast Hajiya lead me to one of the rooms upstairs and before I knew what was happening I was on top of Hajiya sweating and trusting in and out. Trying very hard to please Hajiya As a 100level student I was suppose to be.
I wore my clothes quickly I wanted to run out of the bed room and out of the hotel and just keep running but getting to the door, I discovered that the door was closed.
'Abel come back here.' Hajiya called me back with so much love and concern in her voice.
'I'm a student' I blurted. 'I know that Abel' Hajiya answered
'No I mean I'm a student at FGC, I'm in Ss2 not in 100l,I'm in Art class not studying English.' I spew the words out like an impatient child who swallowed a hot meal hurriedly and got burnt. 'I know say you be small boy, but Abel you know how to handle a women o,where did you learn it from?' Hajiya said laughing.
Like seriously I expected her to be mad at me get offended or angry for lying to her but no. She seem to be please and gave me a compliment Instead.

I met valantine waiting for me at the parking lot smiling like someone who just won a lottery.
'How was it? He asked.
'Let's go home, I said ignoring his questions.' And so valantine and I never talked about my experience with Hajiya though he tried so many times but I always avoided that topic.


Flashback

I was fresh out of primary school. A bright student the Labor prefect in primary 6. We had just written and passed the Epic common entrance examination into Federal Government College my dream school. At that age all I wanted was to be in secondary school having seen all there is to in a primary school and with the passing of each day, my short term dream gradually metamorphose into a reality.

It was on a bright and sunny Saturday morning. We had just had our weekly hostel inspection and we the Junior boys as we were called then were in our various rooms still trying to get use to one another.
Bing! Bing! Bing!
The sound of the bell in the middle of the hostel startled us. Having spent five days in the hostel I needed no one to tell me the significant of such impromptu bell.
With the speed of light, we ran like Usan Bolt on the Rio 2016 Olympic 100 meters track pushing and kicking our way into the school hall.
"Guy let me pass joor!" Mo a guy in my hostel shouted behind me. MO and I were hostel mates but in different arms of Jss1. He had a head so big it can be divided among three individuals. When he ran your heart skip a bit because it looks like his head will fall off his shoulders. MO never speaks vanacular what is known as pidgin English something I find quite fascinating about him.
I wanted trowing an insult at him but looking at his head I knew better than to spew trash. So I made way for MO to pass.

Mr kunle a dark and lanky man in his mid therties walked into the hall like a soldier matching to the parade ground. He had this atmosphere around him like a dark clowd. His bass voice send shivers of fear into our soul and made our skin jumped each time he said 'do not' I reapeat do not! He went ahead to read the college book. A book containing the DOs and DONT of the school. One of the rule captured the attention of my young and curious soul. I noticed this particular rule was hard for him to blurt out Like he did with the rest. He took his time with this particular rule finally spewing it out like a rehearsed pick up line 'HOMOSEXUALITY' will not be tolerated in this school.' Our toddlers mind could not comprehen this rule. The lost looks on our faces showed that we needed an explanation. I guess the faces that stared back at him when he read that rule made him felt as though he had stripped us of our innocence' well do not allow any boy to touch your penis.' He let out with an expression that felt as though he had spat out a hot food he had hurriedly swallowed and got burnt. This had left my young soul more curious "why would another guy want to touch my something?" I quess I was soon to find out.

Fridays in school is a day we always look forward to. The school had a small gate behind the boys hostel opposite the school clinic which opens every Friday from 12pm to 4pm every Friday for the Muslim male students to go out for the jumat prayers at the Sokoto Central Mosque which is located just opposite the school. The female musilim students had their prayers in the school mosque So we the Christian male students use that opportunity to sneak out of school for four hours. All we had to do was wear a white Jalabia and confidentially walk pass the gate with the Muslim students. The Muslim students know we were not going to the mosque with them but they won't report us to the security men at the gate. We looked out for each other it was called 'Cooperation'

The sun in the city of sokoto obviously wasn't in a good mood that day. I had sneak out of school as usual on one of those Friday only to discovered that my mom had travlled out of town and I had to return back school. The money on me would not be able to convey me back to school and so I entered okada known as 'Kabukabu' to old airport and decided to track the rest distance to school.

I was still on my Endurance tracking when a car pull over.
'Come inside let me drop you' valantine voice interrupted me.
'No thanks, I can walk.' I replied him without taking a second look at him
'I know you can but what I'm not sure of is if you can get to school before the gate close by 4pm, think about it.' He said.
He was right after all. I need to be in school before the security men lock the gate. And so I entred his car and off we drove.


Valantine was a really nice guy a young undergraduate studying my dream course got living in a nice flat and also had a nice car. Being is friend isn't such a bad idea I thought. And that was how valantine and I became friends I spent most Fridays afternoon at his apartment instead of sneaking home which my mom frowns at. I spent the 4hours watching movies and playing video games. Things it was all good until I met Hajiya. Thanks to valantine.

Good afternoon guys. I'm sorry for my long absence and silence. I apologize for any inconvenience.

TiffanyJ:
You missed some parts in the reluctant bride. Worry not, the e books will be ready in less than two weeks. Yes, she inherited a lwa firm from her maternal grand dad.
Don't forget that she is a two hundred level drop out from abu. After her birth, she went back to school.

Been more than two weeks is the E.book out?

thanks guys for reading, you guys are the reason why I'm still writing. I appreciate your support.

movmentish:
Hmmm.... Sokoto, my third best stomping ground. Sharp corner, Arkilla.... But my man taxi no dey sokoto, its either okada or keke napep, little details like that are whats gon make your story get this "i was there too" feel... E be me lyk say you be sokoto boy. How sahara

lol you're right, there are no taxi in sokoto, the mentioned of cab was just the author thing you just a way of passing the message across.. sokoto is fine I guess I'm no longer in sokoto I base in calabar now but schooling in Jos though...thanks for reading.

The next day,behind Rima house boys hostel

"Nawa o! Wonder shall never end. So Nneka don turn ashawo?" Hamzah asked suprised with a self righteous look on his face, "guy she no be ashwo abeg don't call her that,"I defended
" who is this girl sef Lazarus asked,na your junior secondary school babe?" "Na the girl wey deflower Abel be that" Hamzah said laughing.
"Na your papa na him them deflower no be me." I hated that word "deflower"
"Abeg time don do,I dey go see my babe she dey wait me for ss1F."Lazarus said Dusting his trousers. " Abel come make I go hook you up with precious now,the new girl na my babe friend. Instead of sulking over one old girl friend turn ashawo wey don forget say you dey exist." The boys burst out laughing with you wisdom almost rolling on the ground."na your aunty be ashawo no provock me o" I treathen. Even though Nneka and I were no longer together, I couldn't watch anyone talking ill of her, there is this desire in me to always protect her image even in her absence.
"Hmmm,the last African Virgin is about to have a girl friend." Wisdom shouted as I trail behind Lazarus to go see his girlfriend. "Na your papa be last African Virgin,"I fired back.


We where out eating idomie and suya on one of our regular Saturday night escapades when I met Valantine an undergraduate law student at Usman Danfodiyo university sokoto.
Valantine was tall, handsome and youthful, you can easily mistake him for the popular Ghanian actor Van Vicker, just that valantine was much younger.

Nneka story left me speechless for minutes, was angry at her for giving in to this so Called aunty k decit, I was angry at her dad for dying, I was angry at her uncles for treating an innocent girl in such a cruel manner. I was angry at myself for not being there for her. I have was angry at the society we live in who could not defend the rights of its citizens. All I felt was anger.

Looking at my wrist watch,it was already 12:14am "Oh my God!" Its past mid night. I need to be in school.
"You won't get a cab back to school Abel, its already late ,why not just past the night here."
And so I had no choice but to spend the night at Nneka's room.
"Abel you want to sleep on the ground?" How do i tell her that my self righteous soul would never allow me to share a bed with her. To sleep in a bed where hundreds of men sleep every night. Nneka asked. "yes I'm OK don't worry, seniors made us do that all the time in the hostel." Nneka being the girl that I knew would not have any of that but for reasons best known to her obliged my request to sleep on the floor.

The high was longer than usual, I had difficulty sleeping, different images hunted my sleep. I woke up by 5:am that morning, and left for school. Precious was sleeping peaceful. I walked out of the room but something in me would not just let me go without a word,so I went back into her room and drop a note... "I'm gone,have a great life Abel."


It was 6:15when I got to school, I jump the school fence into My hostel, luckily for me the hostel gate had already been open for catholic students who are preparing for the morning mass. One one even noticed my absence Emma and Hamzah did a great job to that effect.



To b continued...

finally the long awaited admission list into federal government college was released a development that brought an end to our idleness.

The memories of Nneka became distance memories as soon I resumed school. Before going to school Nneka and I chat on 2go every Saturday night but all that stopped the moment I Step my foot into the gate of FGC sokoto. FGC sokoto had a zero tolerance me level for phones and other electronic gadgets. Though some seniors do sneak phones to school but as a junior boy as we were called then it is an abomination of the highest other to be seen with a phone. The consequence is better told than experience.

And so that was how Nneka and I lost contact of each other only for me to meet her again after so long an orphan and a prostitute.






It was a Saturday morning,we just finished the hostel sanitation as was the custom when the house mistress Mrs Bimbo called me that I was needed at the principals office. " she don comit,"I heard Nike and her gang whispered as I trail behind Mrs Bimbo to the principal office. Adenike was known to have a reputation as the school gossip nothing pass her by. If you want to know the girl dating the chemistry teacher, the teacher whose husband beats everyday, the lesbian in the hostel weather or not the principal is a sugar mummy or not Nike is the right person to consult. No one ever takes her words seriously but this time Nike might just be right I mean why would the principal ask to see me on a Saturday, the principal was never in school on Saturdays. Whatever it was that brought her to school this morning must be very serious.
My fears increased on getting to the principal office only to see my uncle Mazi Okoro talking to the principal in low tone, they stopped talking as soon as Mrs Bimbo and I entered the office. They had this look on their faces like children who had been caught stealing.
"Kedu uncle okoro."
"Odinma Nneka, how's school?"
"Fine sir."
"Good morning ma."
"Morning my dear." The principal try faking a smile as she answered my greetings.
"Nneka dear you are needed at home for a very important family meeting,your uncle here as come to take you home." I almost laugh out loud listening to the principal, a family meeting sounded very domb. We never had any family meeting and even if we are going to start now dad is suppose to be here to break the news and not his brother Mazi Okoro or the principal.
"Don't be afraid OK everything will be alright." The principal went on. I knew all was not well the principal lack this certitude which she was known for as she spoke.
And so I followed my uncle like a sheep to be slaughtered to the village not asking any more question all through the drive. And so that was how I learnt of dad death on getting to the village. After the burial his brothers took everything he own, all his properties and kicked me out of the house that I was not their brothers child. In aunty Adaku's words " your death barren witch of a mother unable to bear my brother a child forced him into adopting you, I warm okafor but he would not listen to me now she the result the calamity you evil child have brought to our family." "Aunty please don't do this to me I am innocent." "Tufia, who is your aunty, don't call me that I'm not your aunty you were bought with money like a commodity I know where they bought you from pack and leave."
I roam the street for days but nobody was willing to help me nobody until I met lady K who took me in, gave me food cloth and a roof over my head but not without a price.

sirblero:
@Perfectforreal... You're An Awesome Writer I Must Say.... Keep It Coming Bro... #even If Ordas(ghost_readers) Dnt Want To Comment... I'l Surely Comment Cause You Great!
Nice One Bro..More Ideas To Yah Story

. thanks man.

"Her dad said what?" Hamzah asked me,when I told about my conversation with Nneka's dad. "What kind of a man is that, asking you to tell him when you wanna start having sex with his daughter. Does he what to give you guys Condoms or what?" "That man no well I swear."he said laughing.



Hamazh is one hell of a guy,we called him mummy's pet. Hamzah was one of those children who was born with a silver spoon. He is the last child in the family of eight. One of those children old people just decide to give birth to in their old age so that they can have someone to play with when all the other children are away from home either married or in school. Hamzah stayed with his parents in Lagos under the watchful eyes of his parents who never let him out of their sight for a minute. So Hamzah finally got his big break when he decide to come stay and school at his elder sister place in sokoto an unmarried air hostess. Who was hardly around due to d nature of her job.
But alteast she gave hamzah all the freedom in the world.

Freedom more than he ever needed
Too much money at his disposal and a
Enough privacy.
I remembered teaching Hamzah how to speak pidgin English, and he so mastered the language that all his fine British accent disappeared into thin air. He only spoke good English when he is very angry or trying to prove a serious point.

Nneka mother died in an auto crash when she was four and since then it has been just her and her dad. Their father daughter relationship was out of this world. A relationship I secretly envied.
So Mr okafor is dead. Gone for ever.
So much had happened this past few years that I had no idea about.

My relationship with Nneka took a long break after our junior secondary school exam.
She got admission into Queens college Lagos. I was heartbroken when i she told me about the admission. Her late mother was an Alumni of the school class of 1972 and 37years later her daughter is also going to the same school

Life was miserable after Nneka left for school, things were never the same again But thanks to Hamzah he kept me busy we spend days calivanting round the city of sokoto,shopping playing games and doing all sort of crazy stuffs online. It was the good old days of 2go. We spends hours chatting and trying to make sure our 2go star outshine the other person.. From novice to amateur to senior to enthusiastic and then professional then my Nokia C1 really saw hell.

"I think I should be asking you that question,"she said.
Nneka took me to her place,which was not far from where we met.
It was a small room what is call a self contain.A bed was laid at the just beside the door,with a blue Bob on the ceiling. The room had a little drawer beside the bed,on which her makeup kit and other items. The wall had a pink paint,and also with wallpapers of Beyonce,Nicki minaj and other popular artist on the wall, something you see in most babers shop.
Opposite the her bed was a other table with books on it, going through them I saw books like Krain slaughter " kiss cut." Slave Girl by Buchi Emecheta and Dizzy Angel by Grace Osifo. "So she still read,then all hope is not lost," I said to myself.
I held that book Dizzy Angel in my Hands for a few minutes and it brought back memories.
I remembered giving her that novel on her birthday in the present of her dad and inside it was written. " read this and always be happy."

Mr Okarfor was a tall and fair man,in his early forties he had that body type of a man who spent his early life working out,even at that age he had is broad cheat could be seen he had that 'Six Pack' what most young boys would kill to have
I remembered the first day I went home with Nneka to see her dad, my legs were shaking I was so tensed. "Abel what's wrong with you?" "Relax judge you're going to meet my Dad not to be slaughtered." She said laughing. Having noticed how uneasy I was.

To be continued.

"You won't blame would you? I mean which Nigerian dad asked his 17years old daughter to bring her boyfriend home?" That's sucidal .
" hahahahaha come on Abel, my Dad don't eat people."
"I pray so." I said. Nneka frowned with a fake anger. "You look funny on that face." I said laughing.

It was a four bedroom apartment in Arkilla Estate, one of the affluent areas in Sokoto state. Her dad Mr Okafor was seated on a roller coaster chair. He had this unreadable expression on his face.
"Good afternoon dad," Nneka greeted her dad. "Afternoon dearzsg dear," he replied.
"Good day sir," I greeted. Feeling so uneasy. Turning to his daughter,he said. Nneka your aunt is back,she came looking for you." Nneka out of excitement ran out of the room to her supposed Aunt place." I'll be back in a minute" she said. Leaving me alone with her dad. He ignored me for about 5 minutes and sudden py turned his attention to me like he just realized I was in the room. "So you are the boy who do not want to allow my daughter study right?" "Yes sir, no sir I mean hmmmmm no sir I don't stop Nneka from studying, in fact we spend most of our time studying together."
"Sit ," he said in a military voice.

hello Diary,
Been awhile I last updated right? I know, been busy of late but I'm back now.

I became a regular visitor at Nneka,s place her dad became so fond of me and never ceases any opportunity to encourage us to study.
Nneka dad and I had this father and sun relationship I never had with my dad lol.
He was so blunt and never hide his feelings.
I remembered one of those evenings when he Called me into his room and the next thing he said was, "Abel are you having sex with my daughter?" I was startled by the question. It took me off balance, "No sir,I replied poliety." I believe you he said staring into my eyes. His stare made me so uneasy, "And please ensure to tell me,if you guys ever decide to start having sex. I know the kind of generation we are in,children loose their virginity as early as age 13,kids now know and do things that are meant for marriage couples but yet we'll not stop preaching abstenance amongst young adults.

I almost disappeared while my conversation lasted with Nneka's dad. " you guys took long,what were you discussing with NY dad?""
" I mean what was he telling you?" "Men talk,nothing you should worry your pretty little head over." "Hmmm OK oo,if you say so."
"Her dad said what?" Hamzah asked me,when I told about my conversation with Nneka's dad. "What kind of a man is that, asking you to tell him when you wanna start having sex with his daughter. Does he what to give you guys Condoms or what?" "That man no well I swear,he said laughing.

She was one of the most beautiful girl in my junior secondary school,young and beautiful. Her fair skin glows in a white school uniform. Nneka was one of those girls that you'll see and be like, 'girl are you from Nigeria?' How her long dark hair flows beneath her school cap. She had a thick perfectly shaped lips .
I remembered when we first kissed. It was. At the far end inside the school library.where we mostly spent our free time in during school hours, reading evey available novel in the library. We had just finished reading one of Grace osifo's novel Dizzy Angel. And for reasons best know to her, the novel left her in tears. And it happened! Our lips met .it was my first and it felt so natural, so warm it was divine.
"Where did you learnt that from? You kiss real good," she had said.
"I don't know.I guess strange things happens when a person falls in love." I told her.



Most people in school thought Nneka was rude. The girls said she was boastful. snob in the guys eyes she was a chick but many guys considered her a snob. Well I won't blame them, I once felt the same way but all that changed on Monday morning when we first met.


I was in the literary and debating club back then, debating was an hobby I was quite good at it and so personate about it. I guess my love and passion for debating influenced my decision to study law in the university a course a never got to study. Not because I changed my mind but because I was given something else.
We always had a debate evey first Monday of the month, and it was on one of such occasions that we had a debate the topic was 'The role of a man is more important than that of the woman in the contemporary African family.' I was the first speaker opposing the motion. Having done series of research, I climbed the podium and did justice to the topic giving reasons after reasons why I felt d role of the woman is more important in a contemporary African family. And when I was done speaking I resounding claps that followed was overwhelming the shouts of excitement from the other students knew no bounds.
Winners were not announced for the aim of such debates were to entertain and educate the students but I knew I won the debate. I saw admiration in the eyes of both staffs and students I received a handshake from the principal for my performance and that got me on the principal good book even to this day. But there was this damsel that seems to be more captivated by my performance that morning. Her name was NNeka.
"That was a great performance." She had told me. "I'll love to be a. Member of the debating club ," her lips so sensual as she spoke.
And that was the Genesis of it all .

I remembered that afternoon in my room when she had told me the meaning of her name Nneka was "Mother is supreme" it was during the long vacation. When we both lay on my bed reading George Orwell's ANIMAL FARM. And how we Left the book half way and started doing other stuffs..
"Let's do it abel," she had said. Its long overdue let's not wait any longer.
I continued kissing sucking her lips and her developing breast. "Abel please do it she cried." And then I went on to removed her underwear. When she called me saying..." Abel I'm scared." "I'm scared too." I told her and honestly i was. "But you've got nothing to be scared of OK? I'm here with you. We are each others first." I told her.
"Don't hold back the feelings, screen if you feel like it shout if you feel like shouting do not hold it back. Just close your eyes and imagine the both of us together in Paradise.''
And then a small smile escaped from a face. And then slowly our body met I thrust in and out of her, she let out some painful moans but yet begged me not to stop. Time stood while it lasted and then it was over .
"I love u Abel,"she said while I tried to catch my breath.






"Abel do you know her?"Emmanuel voice brought me back to reality. I ignored his questions. "Nneka what are you doing here, dress like this?" I asked in a low whisper.

thanks guys for your words of encouragement it really means alot...update coming soon.

wow! it seems like I'm the only one here. not even a single comment,maybe I should take a break.

That night was impenetrably dark.the moon had been rising later and later every night until now it was seen only at dawn.and whenever the moon forsook evening and rose at cock -crow the nights were was black as charcoal, except for the security lights placed round the hostel,the school fence and those white street light by the road side and lights from moving vehicles gave the night a beautiful look.
Emmanuel Hamzah and I sneak out of the hostel. While other students were at Davis hall for social night the cries of excitement that came from the hall made d night came alive.
We boarded a taxi and drove to Shar Coner .we disguised ourselves. Making it difficult to identify us as students.I wore a jean trouser and a red t.shirt. back then I had this unexplained love for red. Hamzah also wore a Jean trousers and a sleeveless arsenal jersey. Hamzah was a die hard arsenal fan. His love for arsenal knew no bounds. He had several arsenal shirts and shorts, hand bands and wrist watches, his school bags and even his boxers all had d inscription arsenal written on them. That was how Much he loved arsenal a love he still had even to this day. Hamzah had this jaden smith kind of look, that cute and boyish face which had help him out of trouble so many times.
Sharp Corner came alive that night. With party lights everywhere,music blasting from every angle. All kinds of women walked round half naked in skimpy dresses which did little in covering their body, others danced in front of their door steps shaking their hips and breast to the melody of the music all in a bid to attract customers. Many called us while we walked passed. But there was this particular lady who was daring enough and walked up to me and said. "Bros how fa now,come make we go inside my room. I go do you well. You hear? Any style u want," she said with her hands on my d**k. I stood there transfixed looking at her. The laughter from Hamzah and Emmanuel brought me back to my senses.
"No thanks," I said her like a good boy and took to my hills, with Hamzah and Emmanuel following me at a reasonable distance.
"Gosh!"
"This world has really gone crazy," I said trying to catch my breath. "Did you see that? She is old enough to be my aunt for heavens sake."
"With her excessive makeup,"Hamzah said amidst laughter.
Hamzah finally picked a girl and went in with her. While Emmanuel and I were still walked on.Emmanuel had already seen many girls he liked but was waiting for me to make a choice before going in.
"Guy calm down you hear? No rush me ," I told Emmanuel nags while we walked. When all of a sudden a bump into her.
"Oh my God!"
"Are you blind or drunk?" "I'm sorry please I wasn't looking," I said.
"Ofcos you weren't looking.please learn to look ahead of you when walking next time." I ignored her and bent down to pick her phone which fell as a result of the collision we had. Then our eyes met.
Oh no! "This can't be.my eyes are definielty playing a fast one on me I thought." But there were not. It was her.
Nneka! "What are you doing here dress like this?"I said even my voice sounded strange to my ears..

I walked to chapel the next day in company of three other friends of mine. Bounty lazarus and wisdom. I was particularly fond of this three guys, because they were so funny and yet very intelligent. All three of them are in sciences, there is never a dull moment with them.
Emmanuel had long gone to chapel. Back then I hate going for service early I remembered being flogged on several occasions by Seniors for coming late to chapel but all d floggings never changed me.
On our arrival at d chapel the praise and worship session were long over . at the end of the service that day, the chapel patron Mr ottah made made an announcement that 'that the chapel management had decided to choice new officials, who were to replaced the outgoing ss3 students who would soon take their final exams.' so he went on to call the names of the new excos.
I paid little or no attention to the names called, when I suddenly heard a name that caught my attention.
"Emmanuel Enebeli!" Prayer secretary. No! "It couldnt be . there must had being a mistake somewhere." I knew Emmanuel was regular at chapel but such a post no. "What would become of the prayer lives of all the students and the school as a whole with such a delicate post in the hands of Emmanuel?" I thought.
I guess the chapel management didn't know him to well not as much as I did. And suddenly I looked at the bright side of it all, it would be really nice having one of my friend as a chapel official, though I didnt see how it would be of benefit to me but I liked the whole idea.
"If Emmanuel didn't deserve such a post,then who did?" I thought. "Nobody derseves anything its all Gods grace. Even the bible says let he who is without sin cast the first stone."
I couldn't wait for the end of service so I could give Hamzah the news. I knew he was going to make fun out of it.

"Emmanuel!" I called him with my eyes wide open in suprise. "Na lie joor. this must be one of those silly jokes of yours," I said. Scanning his face with my eyes as if to find the truth in them, but Emmanuel laugh the more, ignoring my question.
Ofcos Emmanuel could not be lying he is telling me the truth. They went to town, the juice and the suya said it all, and they both had this glow in their eyes,like people who had been set free from boundage.
"If you dont believe me, ask Hamzah when we get to the hostel," he said. "Madam abeg give us twenty naira pure water ," he told the woman whose shop we came to buy water.
A certain kind of anger took the Better part of me, I felt betrayed and cheated.
"Emmanuel,how dare you guys go to town without me? Knowing fully well that we all planned this together?"
"Don't give me that OK, remember I woke you up when we were leaving. Remember your words? "You get mind to fly fence? Mummies pet like you hahahaha," he went on to imitate me making me more angry.
That night Hamzah and I shared the same bunk , I was on the up bunk while Hamzah slept beneath me.
"So Hamzah tell me, what happened. Give me evey detail," I said.
Hamzah laughed briefly and went ahead to tell me, how they scale the college fence,their arrival at 'sharp corner'
Sharp corner is a place located in d city of sokoto. Where the beat bars and clubs were located and it was a safe haven for Runs Girls, for that was the euphemismistic term giving to prostitute these days. He went ahead to tell me how after a long search they finally picked a girl. And how she moan as they had sex, as he lost his virginity.
That I was restless,evey atom of sleep eluded my eyes. I saw images and pictures of all he said in the wilderness of my mind and those pictures hunted my young soul. I turned three sixty degress (360%) round my bed, I stared at the ceiling all night. I couldn't wait for next weekend for my own turn.......To be continued.