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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Chike beamed when he saw her. He stepped back into the apartment and let her in.

“I came to say thank you,” she walked in bearing a large basket.

“Interesting,” he closed the door and locked it.

She carried the basket into the kitchen and placed it on the table.

“What’s in there?” he stood by the doorway, eyeing the basket.

She turned towards him, “Everything I prepared today,” she smiled at him.

“Awesome!” he hurried to her side and looked into the basket. There were about six covered bowls.

“There is ogbonna soup, melon soup, vegetable soup, meat stew, yam porridge and beans.”

“Yippee! I am not going to cook for weeks,” he began to salivate.

She started to laugh.

“Thank you,” he looked directly into her happy eyes.

“You are welcome,” she stared back at him. His dark brown eyes had a warm glow and the way he looked at her, she felt wanted and desired.

He took a step closer, leaned forward and pecked her on the cheek. Her heart lurched at his action. She punched him on the shoulder and backed away.

“Ouch!” he rubbed the hurting shoulder.

“You need to stop doing that,” she eyed him.

“Why? Do you prefer a kiss instead?”

“Now you are talking crazy.”

“Am I?” he grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her.

“What’s all this nonsense now?? Let me go jor.”

“No, I won’t. I want to satisfy you. I want to kiss you.”

“Stop it now.”

“Why? I know you like it when I peck you. Maybe you want me to kiss you. I have been dying to taste your sumptuous lips like forever.”

“Chike Nwosu!” she shot him a warning glare.

“I know you like me, just as much as I like you.”

“Stop it!”

“You cannot deny it. I don’t want to hide it.”

She pushed against his chest.

“One kiss, just one sweet kiss.”

“Stop it!”

He dropped his head, eyes locked, and their lips an inch apart. He felt her tremble against him. He was right, she was also attracted to him.

“I am an honourable man,” he let her go.

She hurried out of the kitchen and he followed her.

“I will never take what has not been freely given.”

She settled on the leather chair.

“You are another man’s property. For now anyway,” he joined her on the chair.

“Stop playing games,” she faced the television.

He observed her. She looked slightly shaken.

“Or else, I will stop coming to your place.”

“Shut up there! You that do not have friends in this area. You will be lonely without me.”

She chuckled and punched him on the shoulder.

“Ouch! If you don’t stop hitting me, I will start retaliating with sweet kisses,” he threatened her.

She glanced at him in bewilderment.

“I have warned you,” he rubbed his throbbing shoulder.

“You are a very bad boy.”

He chuckled and winked at her. She hissed and picked up the remote.

“Where is your boyfriend?”

The thought of Gbemiga made her heart ache. She had been avoiding him since their argument that morning.

He noticed the sad glint in her eyes, “Is everything all right?”

She shook her head, then nodded.

“Bukola…”

She turned her head and met his concerned stare, “We had a little argument this morning.”

“I see,” he had a feeling that it was about him, “Don’t worry, every couple fight.”

“Hmmm…” she returned her attention to the television.

“If he truly loves you, you will be just fine.”

She glanced at him. The assurance in his eyes calmed her frail mind.

“You guys will definitely settle your fight with a sweet kiss.”

“What’s with you and sweet kisses?” she eyed him.

He started to laugh, “Don’t pretend, he has been kissing you, right?”

She looked away.

“I hope that’s all he does,” he seized her up, “You are pretty and you have a fantastic physique. He will find it very hard to keep his hands off
you.”

She swallowed hard.

You have no idea Chike.

“Or has he been touching you?” his heart missed a beat.

“Mind your own business,” she eyed him.

“I believe the both of you know that sex outside marriage is a no-no as a Christian.”

She dropped her gaze and stared at her feet.

“Bukky…”

“We know.”

“Have you guys been…”

The night Gbemiga deflowered her flashed through her mind’s eye. She closed her eyes and opened it.

“Bukky…”

“Chike leave me.”

“Talk to me. What are friends for?”

She swallowed spittle, “We… it was just once.”

He felt pain spreading in his chest region. The thought of what they had done made him weak. He turned away and leaned against the seat.

“It was my first time,” she observed him.

He felt worse because she lost her virginity. It was a priceless gift she should have fought hard to keep.

“I… I didn’t… it wasn’t planned.”

“Kissing and handling always lead to unplanned things, you guys should bemore careful.”

She sensed that he wasn’t happy. She wondered if the way he saw her had changed.

“You shouldn’t have allowed him,” he directed his sad gaze at her.

Tears glistered in her eyes, “I didn’t…” she whispered.

He frowned, “What are you saying?”

“I … I couldn’t stop him.”

“What? You should have pushed him away or screamed for help.”

The tears came. It was the first time she was opening up to anyone about that night.

“If I had screamed, we would have been discovered. My aunt would have skinned me alive and his family might…” she sighed heavily.

A scowl appeared on his face, “Did he rape you?”

She gave a shake of head, “We… he… I didn’t want to go that far,but, he said he lost control.”

“Like hell he did,” he said through gritted teeth. It angered him that her boyfriend took advantage of her.

“I broke up with him afterwards, but, he promised… he has been em… nothing has happened thus far.”

Unexpectedly, he pulled her into his arms. She sighed with relief and felt comforted in his warm embrace.

“If he ever touch you again, if he ever tries to forcefully…” he inhaled sharply, “Just call me. I will show him pepper.”

She buried her face in his chest. It felt good to know that someone was ready to protect her.

“You need to be careful.”

“Okay.”

“Why are you guys sneaking around like children? If you love each other, everyone should beaware that you are dating.”

She sighed heavily. He was right.

“Secret relationships are for babies.”

She raised her head and stared at him. He had a firm look on his face.

“Are you a baby?”

She gave a shake of head.

“But, you are my baby.”

She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

“My beautiful baby.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Bukky breathed out heavily. The two big heavyBagco bags she was carrying made it difficult for her to walk. She wished she had taken a bike at the junction. The distance between her house and the bus-stop was short, but, the load she was burdened with made it seem long and far. Her tired eyes darted left, right and around. She hoped a bike would pass by. She left the house very early in the morning to the market.There was no foodstuff in the house. Their cupboard was empty. Not even a grain of rice was in sight. She had been very busy during the week and thought that her aunt would shop for what they needed, but, the woman postponed it until she returned home on Friday evening claiming ill health. She left her two assistants in charge of sales of the bean cake that morning. It was weekend and patronage from people was usually on the increase. The girls had been with her for a while; she trusted them to handle things effectively. They were daughters of her neighbours. They all lived in the same house. If they stole from her, she could always report to their parents.

“Let me help you with that,” someone came up behind her and collected both bags from her.

She turned around and saw Chike in a pair of blue shorts and white short-sleeve Jersey, “My knight in shining armour,” she beamed in relief.

“Shut up there. Why didn’t you board a bike home?” he started down the street.

“I thought I could handle it,” she walked beside him.

He glanced at her, “When did you become Ironman?”

She chuckled, “If you ask me, na who I go ask?”

He started to laugh, “You are an unwell somebody.”

She started to laugh too.

“What are your plans for Easter?”

She shrugged, “We have a programme in church on Good Friday. Easter Sunday and Easter Monday, I don’t know. My boyfriend might have plans.”

He looked at her quickly, “Is he around?”

“Yes,” she glanced at him.

“You said he attends LASU.”

“Yes.”

“What level, what course?” beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. The bags were incredibly heavy.

“He is studying Economics and Statistic. He is in his first year.”

“I see. How old is he?”

“He will be twenty-one in August.”

Frowned, “Is he born in August too?”

“Yes,” she noticed the dissatisfied look on his face.

“Wherever he is taking you, I also have plans for us.”

She eyed him, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He eyed her back, “Why do you think I didn’t travel home for the holidays?”

“How am I supposed to know?” she blinked.

“I wanted us to spend time together.”

“Eh! Look at this trouble maker,” she placed her hands on her hips and looked him up and down.

He laughed lightly, “Your boyfriend should be ready to share you this holiday.”

“Please o! Abeg, I don’t want wahala.”

“You need to pay for all this work I am doing. You have to compensate me.”

She hissed and sighed with relief as her house came into view, “I will give you extra akaratomorrow morning.”

“I don’t want akara, biko. I want your time and attention.”

“Chikena beg, I dey beg you, no come put sand, sand for my garri this holiday.”

He started to laugh, “So, because your boyfriend is around, you want to abandon me abi?”

“Who is abandoning who? We are just friends.”

“Friendship ko, fishery ni.”

“You know you are a hopeless somebody.”

“Same to you.”

They started to laugh out loud.Bukky saw her boyfriend standing in front of the house, clad in a pair of black and red stripped boxers and a white singlet.

“That is my boyfriend.”

Chike followed the direction of her gaze and saw a dark, slender, good looking young man standing in front of her house. The guy looked familiar.

“kai he is a bit taller than I am, but, I have muscles, and he doesn’t.”
She ignored him.

Gbemiga saw them. His curious gaze flew to the tall brown skin thick looking guy beside his girlfriend.

“Morning,” she slowed her steps.

“Morning, where are you coming from?” his gaze settled on her smiling face.

“I had to dash to the market this morning.”

He turned to look at the guy that stood behind his girlfriend, obviously carrying her loads.

“This is my friend Chike, he moved into the area sometime ago.”

Both guys eyed themselves.

“Chike, meet my boyfriend, Oluwagbemiga.”

“Nice meeting you,” Chike seized him up.

“Let me have those bags,” Gbemiga stepped forward.

“Don’t worry. I can handle it,”Chike started towards the house.

Gbemiga watched him till he went in; he turned to look at her, “A friend?”

“Yes,” she noticed the displeased look in his dark eyes.

“Don’t you know that guys in this area have only one agenda? They don’t want to be your friend; they just want to get into your pants.”

She began to shake her head, “Chike is not like that. He is different. He isn’t even from around here. He is a student of Unilag, he is a good Christian and he is also responsible.”

“If he is a student, that makes it worse,” he stared at her sternly.

“How so?” she didn’t understand her boyfriend’s annoyance.

“University students don’t do friendship, except benefits is attached.”

She raised an eyebrow, “He is not like that…”

“What do you know?” he eyed her.

She stared back at him. Why was he talking to her like that?

“You are not even a student. You lack basic education and cannot decipher the intention of guys.”

His statement hurt her.She couldn’t believe he just used her illiteracy to determine her intelligence and perception.

“I am your first love and first boyfriend. Your naivety is going to cost us our relationship.”

Her eyes smarted with tears. If it was someone else, she would have been able to overlook it, but, coming from her own boyfriend, it hurt badly.

“I want you to stay away from him.Stay away from guys in this area, please.”

She sniffled, “You cannot choose my friends.”

He glared at her, “I have every right…”

“Are you my father?!” she shot him a disdainful look.

“No, but, I am your…”

“Have you paid my bride price?”

“No, but, I have plans to…”

“Then you have no right to determine who my friends should be.”

He stared back at her. His annoyance grew.

“I don’t need basic education to discern who people are or what they are not. I have my instinct and I also have the spirit of God.”

Suddenly, he realized how hurt she must have felt by his callous words.

“Now, I really know how you feel about me,” she started to walk away.

“Bukky, no… I was just trying to explain…”

She halted and turned around, “Explain what? The fact that you are dating an illiterate doesn’t sit well with you. I am glad I know now.”

“No, Bukky…”

“Maybe we shouldn’t really be dating. We are definitely two worlds apart,” she walked away.

“Bukky!”

She didn’t respond. She went straight into the house.

Gbemiga cursed under his breath. How was he going to clear up their misunderstanding? He loved her and didn’t care if she was educated or not.

My beautiful peeps :-) Thank you for all ur heart felt comments. I sincerely appreciate u all.

I was supposed to update today. But, I had to take care of a few things.

Unfailingly by lunch time tomorrow, I will post chapter 13 and 14.

Love yah *winks*

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CHAPTER TWELVE

Bukky sat on the new mattress she bought a few weeks agoand perused her notebook. She was preparing for the general test at the Lecture Centre. The results of the test would reveal if the students were ready to take the Common entrance examination. If she passed, she would receive her First School Leaving Certificate. Her eyes went dreamy. She would surely feel fulfilled by the time that happened. The other students ahead of them were preparing for the Junior Waec examination and a few others the G.C.E. she envied them. Soonest, they would be admitted into the higher institution. She had a long way to go. Many of the students at the Adult Education Centre were older than her. Some were in their twenties, and most were in their thirties and forties. She was encouraged by their never-give-up attitude.The music playing from the twenty-inch flat screen television drifted to her ears. She groaned inwardly. Since she bought the T.V set, her aunt came home early every day and sat in front of it.The ringtone of her cell phone got her attention.She turned her head, saw the Nokia 3310 phone on the pillow and reached out for it.

“Hello…”

“Babe…”

She recognized her boyfriend’s voice, “Gbemiga…” she dropped the book on the bed and got up immediately, “Are you through with your first semester examination?”

“Yes.”

She headed for the door, “Are you coming home for the Easter break?”

“Yes. The holiday is just four weeks.”

She broke into a smile, “I can’t wait to see you,” she let herself out of the room.

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you more,” she leaned against the closed door.

“Come to the back of the house.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Just come.”

Her heart missed a beat. Why did he want her to go to their hideout spot? She looked towards the back of the house. It was dark, except for the light coming from the bulb hanging above the kitchen entrance. She walked briskly, looked around, and went behind the kitchen.

“I am here.”

Unexpectedly, Gbemiga came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slim frame. She almost jumped out of her skin in fear.

“Hello love.”

She wriggled out of his embrace, turned around and punched him on the chest.

“Ouch!”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again!” her dark pretty eyes blazed with annoyance.

He started to laugh, “I didn’t mean to spook you.”

“Indeed,” she eyed him.

“I intended to surprise you,” he grinned at her.

“That was no surprise, that was an intentional act to scare the daylight out of my…”

He drew her close in a firm hug, “I have missed you so much.”

She leaned into him and basked in the warmth of his embrace, “I am glad that you are home.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She panicked and pulled away immediately.

“Just one small kiss…” he met her skeptic gaze.

“I don’t know,” she turned away and started thinking of an escape plan.

“How is your lectures?” he felt bad that she didn’t want to get intimate with him.

She glanced at him, “Okay. We had a general test. I didn’t do so well.”

“It’s okay. It takes time. Put your trust in God, okay?”

She nodded in agreement, “How is school?”

He smiled, “It’s fun. Crazy lecturers, weird students, my first semester results were very good.”

She grinned with pride.

“I believe I am going to be one of the best students in my class,” he said with confidence.

“I am proud of you,” she reached out for his hand.

“Thanks,” he met her pleased gaze, “What’s being happening in this neighbourhood?”

“Same old routine. My akara business is booming though.”

“I saw the wooden shed and long benches. Business woman.”

She chuckled, “God has really been faithful. I have two girls helping me now.”

“Wow!” his face brightened.

She beamed with joy, “By the end of the year, I will be able to make a bigger shed and expand. I am thinking of adding puff
puff and buns to the menu.”

His head bobbed, “I am impressed, thanks for the money you sent to my account. It helped.”

She blushed, “Don’t mention. When you graduate, it will be your turn to take care of me.”

He started to laugh, “I know my responsibilities.”

She raised her head and observed the stars. They seemed to shine brighter.

“Can I kiss you now?”

She blinked, swallowed hard and dropped her head.

“Please, I miss you. Just one kiss. Nothing more.”

She stared at her feet.The Dunlop slippers belonged to Chike. She didn’t return it. The brown over-size sweat shirt was still with her. He stopped asking for it when he realized that she wasn’t giving them back. She had to compensate him with a daily portion of akara and bread for three days.

“Bukky, don’t you love me anymore?”

She raised her head to meet his sad face, “I do, but, each time we kiss, we… you… things gets out of hand.”

He drew her close, “I promise you, I will exercise self-control.”

“No, let’s just…”

“Bukky now, don’t do this to me. You don’t know how hard it is for me in school to avoid other girls.”

Her heart missed a beat.

“There are several girls in my class that flock around me, I have a good number at home and in church that wants me,but, I
told them all that I am in a relationship.”

She smiled with relief.

“Memories of our kisses helps me to get through school and avoid temptation.”

She sighed heavily. Maybe she should allow him. After all, he was asking for one kiss. She wanted him to kiss her, but, was afraid of what it might lead to.

“Just one kiss,” she stared at him.

He brightened, “Yes, one kiss,” he felt elated by her agreement.

“Okay. Kiss me,” she looked into his eyes.

He made her lean against the kitchen wall, wrapped his arms around her and claimed her lips. She placed her arms around his
neck and responded. His hands slid down her back till it settled on her buttocks. The kiss intensified. He felt like touching every part of her, but, he was afraid, she might pull away and distrust him again.

She felt the hardening of his groin as it rubbed against her.Fear gripped her, what if he lost control again? The night he deflowered her was still fresh on her mind.She tried to block the negative thoughts and enjoy the pleasure initiated by his kisses.

Desire built up inside him, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he dropped his hands and stepped back, “I think we should call it a night.”

She looked up at him. He was sweating and seemed a bit dissatisfied. “Okay,” she adjusted her wrapper and started towards the entrance.

He placed both hands on the head and gritted his teeth.He wasn’t sure how possible it was going to be to spend the next four weeks with his girlfriend without sleeping with her. It was against their faith and belief, but, he was consumed by the desire to be physically intimate with herwithout restraint.

Bukky bumped into one of Gbemiga’s sisters at the back of the house. It was her fault. She was lost in thoughts, instead of watching where she was going.

“Are you blind? Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see?” Kemi snarled at her.

“I am sorry,” she apologized quickly.

“Sorry for yourself. Look at this short devil! Do you want to injure me?” she checked her elbowand knee.

Bukky frowned in annoyance. She wasn’t short. She was average height. The girl was just a little bit taller than she was and she didn’t appreciate been insulted by someone who wasn’t her agemate.

“All these church rats,” she hissed in disdain, “You better go to the eye specialist and get yourself a pair of glasses.”

“I said I was sorry,” Bukky eyed her and walked away.

Kemi clapped her hands together, “Look at this thing, come back here,” she hurried after her and grabbed her by the elbow.

“Get your hands off me!” Bukky slapped her hand off.

“Look here, I am not in your level at all. When you see people like me, you should address us with ‘yes sir’ ‘yes ma’.”

Bukky bursted out in laughter, “You must be high on something.”

“You are the one who is drunk. You are the blind bat who bumped into me.”

“Watch your tongue, I am not your mate,” her dark eyes flashed with anger.

Kemi started to laugh, “Mate ko, mate ni. The Phillips family is above everyone in this compound. None of you is in our level, please, show some respect.”

“You are definitely high on something. You think because your elder brother is in the university, we must all run around your family. Is he the only one in school? Several guys and girls in this neighbourhood are also in school.”

“How many? How many of them?” she clapped in her face.

Bukky backed away, infuriated.

“You! Did you even go to school at all? At least I have my First School Leaving Certificate.”

“And so what?Abeg park well.”

“Come bean cake seller. Alakara!”

Bukky smiled, “At least I have a bubbling business. What are you? A common cleaner at a local factory. I am my own madam and I have two girls like you working for me.”

“God punish you!” she poked her forehead with her finger.

Bukky slapped the finger away, “Back to sender!”

Gbemiga came out of his hiding place, “That is enough you two!”

Kemi turned to him, then glanced back at her neighbour in anger, “The day is coming, if I don’t beat you up, call me a bastard.”

Bukky started to laugh, “Beat who? Ten of you cannot handle me.”

“I said it’s enough!” he came inbetween them.

Kemi hissed and headed to the toilet.

“Your sister is…”

“Just go to your room,” he cut in, voice firm, face emotionless.

She eyed him and went back into the building.

Gbemiga placed both hands on his hips and muttered in frustration, “Girls! Hian!”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Bukky stood at the bus-stop, awaiting a vehicle heading her way.She was clad in a pink cap-sleeve blouse and a matching black A-shaped knee-length skirt with pink poker dots. Her shoulder length braids was swept behind her neck in a pony-tail and she had on a white gladiator sandals with a matching white hand bag. She hoped that she would get home before the rain began that evening. She was hungry and tired.

“Hello stranger.”

She turned in the direction of the voice and found Chike standing a few feet away, in a white tee shirt and blue jeans. A black knapsack bag hung over his shoulder.

“Hey you,” she broke into a smile.

“Did you just close from your lecture centre?” he stood beside her.

She nodded her head in response.

“How was it?” he stood beside her.

She shrugged, “So, So.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you having problems with your studies?”

She looked up at the dark sky, “Not really?”

He adjusted his knapsack, “I am here whenever you need my help.”

“Okay,” she dropped her head.

It began to drizzle.

“Wow…” he signaled to one of the bike riders on the other side of the road.

“I can’t believe it,” she held her bag against her chest.

“Come, let’s take a bike home.”

She directed her uncertain gaze at him, then at the bike man.

“Do you want to get wet?”

She shook her head slowly.

“Let’s go.”

The moment they got on the bike, the rain came down in torrents.Chike gave the bike man directions to his place. Twenty minutes later, the bike man drove into their wet and muddy street. They got down, he paid and they ran into the building. He unlocked the door and let her into his self-contain apartment.

“Are you wet?”

She looked up at him and nodded.

He flung his knapsack on the bed, marched to the wardrobe and brought out a long sleeve sweat shirt, “You can put on this. I will dry your clothes under the fan.”

She bobbed her head, collected the sweat shirt and followed his direction to the bathroom.She yanked off her clothes and sandals and got into the brown sweat shirt. It was over-size and it reached her knees. She packed the wet clothes and stepped out.

“I made tea,” he pointed at the mug of steaming tea on the table in front of the two settee.

“Thanks.”

He hurried into the bathroom and got out of his wet clothes and changed into a red sweat shirt and a pair of white shorts. He stepped out and arranged all the wet clothes on a plastic chair under the ceiling- fan. He sat beside her and drank from his mug of tea.

“Do you need more sugar?”

She shook her head.

“What about milk?”

She shook her head again. The hot sweet milky liquid warmed her up. She looked around her. The room was almost the same size with the one she lived in, but the ventilation was far better. The two big windows at opposite sides of the room enhanced the inflow of fresh air. The cream curtains completed the brown leather chair they were sitting on. The blue and white coloured carpet felt smooth under her feet. She noticed that the bed took more than half of the space in the room. She hoped to get something similar at the end of the month. The mattress in her aunt’s room needed to be thrown out. It had over-stayed its welcome. A small size refrigerator stood at a corner and above it was a twenty inch LG flat screen television with a DVD player underneath.

“Should I switch on the television?” he glanced at her. She looked funny in the brown sweat shirt. It was a size bigger for him, but, she looked like she was dropped into a big water drum.

“Okay,” she sipped at the tea.

He picked up the remote on the table and switched on the television, “Should I get you something to eat?”

She looked at him, “Yes, I am hungry.”

“Me too,” he placed the mug and the remote on the table and got up. He hurried into the kitchen and returned with a loaf of bread and a plate of fried eggs.

They ate together in silence. When they were through, she carried the empty plate and mugs to the kitchen. She saw the camp gas cooker on a small wooden stool, the electric kettle on the table beside the microwave. There was a toaster beside a set of pots and plates. The cutleries were hung on a small plastic stand. A small cupboard was above the sink. She dropped the mugs and plate in the sink and opened the cupboard. She foundacartonofindomie noodles, a big tin of milk, a carton of tea bag, a jar of sugar, bottles of palm oil and vegetable oil, transparent containers filled with rice, beans, yellow garri, melon seeds, ogbonna, crayfish and maggi.She closed it and looked around. Tubers of yam lay beside a bunch of plantain and a small basket of onions. She smiled to herself, impressed.

Bukky walked out of the kitchen and joined him on the chair, “Your place is nice.”

He met her pleased gaze, “Thanks.”

“I hope to get a place like this soon. My aunt and I are due for a change of accommodation.”

He chuckled and grinned.

“You are in your third year, and you will be graduating in the next two years. What level is your girl friend?”

Her question caught him off guard, his eyes widened in surprise, “My girl friend?”

“Yes, don’t you have one?” she stared back at him.

He scratched a spot on his scalp and turned away, “I am not in any relationship.”

She looked him up and down, “Why?”

He started to laugh.

“Don’t you have plans?”

He returned her gaze, “Yes, I do.”

“So, why don’t you have a girl friend? Or do you want to wait until you graduate?”

He blinked and stared back at her, “My last relationship didn’t work out.”

“So?” curiousity got the better of her.

“I am on the look out for a special someone.”

“Okay, good. I am glad you didn’t give up because of a glitch in your past,” she smiled at him.

“I think I have found her,” he looked straight at her.

“Really? Who is she? I love, love stories,” her eyes went dreamy.

He dropped his gaze and faced the television, “We met recently. I like her. I don’t know if she likes me.”

“Ask her, what if she likes you too?” she eyed him.

He turned his head and stared at her, “I don’t even know how old she is. She looks very young.”

Bukky started to laugh, “How old are you sef? You think because you have started growing beards, you are now old papa abi?”

He bursted out in laughter.

“Ask her and stop wasting time. You guys sef.”

He cleared his throat and swallowed hard.

“So, who is she? Is she a course mate, school mate, or does she live in this area?”

“Aproko.”

“Tell me now,” she held him by the hand.

“She is right here in my apartment,” his serious gaze remained on her face, which changed from amusement to shock.

Bukky stared back at him. Was he pulling her legs? She let go of his hand and moved away, creating space between them.

“How old are you Bukola?”

She blinked and just stared at him, tongue-tied.

“I like you a lot. It will be my greatest pleasure if you will go out with me.”

Her lips parted. No words came out. Since she had known him, he had been good to her. If she could turn back the hand of
time, she would have loved to date him. She liked him too, but, she was already in a relationship.

“I… I…em…” she dropped her gaze.

He drew closer and reached out for her hands, “I really do like you.”

She raised her head to meet his intense stare, “I am in a relationship.”

He pressed his lips together and released her hands. He felt a tightening in his chest.

“I am sorry.”

He turned away, “It is okay.”

“We can still be friends,” she suggested.

He sighed sadly, “It is not the same thing.”

She stared at him long and hard. She didn’t want to lose him. He had been a good friend to her.

“How old are you?” he glanced back at her, his facial expression was emotionless.

“I will be nineteen in August.”

“I see, that’s six months away,” he observed her.

“Yes,” the sad glint in his eyes gnawed at her.

“I will be twenty-five in August.”

Her eyes widedned, “You were born in August too?”

“Yes.”

She blinked and sighed heavily. He was six years older than her. The age-gap wasn’t that wide, but, it didn’t matter anyway.

“So, you are a small girl,” he eyed her.

“Oh please, and you think you are old abi?”

He started to laugh.She hissed and faced the television.

“All right. We can still be friends. Maybe in the near future, an opportunity might create itself.”

She glanced at him. She didn’t know he liked her that much, “In your dreams.”

He chuckled and got up. He strode to the window and drew the curtain. Cold air swept past his face. The rain had stopped.

“Is it still raining?”

“No,” he watched a group of children playing a game of soccer on the wet road.

She glanced at the wall clock. It was past seven. Her aunt should be back from the market. She hoped she didn’t get caught
up in the rain too. She got up and checked the clothes on the plastic chair. They were still wet.

“You can go home with my sweater. Please return it as soon as possible.”

She glanced at him, “I am not retuning it.”

He eyed her, “You better return it or else, I will come to your house and seize all your clothes.”

She chuckled, “I need a polythene bag,” she gathered her clothes in a heap.

Chike went into the kitchen and returned with a black polythene bag. She collected it and placed her clothes and sandals in it.

“Can I borrow your Dunlop slipper too?”

“No.”

She eyed him, “Do you expect me to walk home bare footed?’

“Not my problem, oya come and go to your house,” he went to the front door and unlocked it.

She started to laugh, “Are you driving me away?”

“Oya,oya,oya, you are wasting time.”

She hissed, slipped into one of the Dunlop slippers under the chair and headed to the door.

He blocked her way, “Your boyfriend is a very lucky somebody.”

She met his gaze.

“I am not giving up on you that easily. He has a competition, starting today.”

She blinked and opened her mouth but could hardly say a word.

“See you later,” he leaned forward and pecked her on the forehead.

She gasped and looked into his eyes. They shone with desire. She swallowed hard and took a step back.

“Good night,” he stepped away from the door.

She held the polythene bag against her chest and hurried out. Her heart hammered against her chest. She trembled slightly as she quickened her steps and walked home. His face flashed through her mind’s eye. She blinked and cleared her thoughts.

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CHAPTER TEN

Chike Nwosu joined the queue under the wooden shed. He looked around him and saw some people seated on long wooden benches eating a combination of bean cake and pap or with bread. He caught a glimpse of Bukky. She was seated on a stool, bent before a large basin of blended beans. She turned the mixture with one hand and scooped the paste into the hot oil with another hand. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, dripped down her neckline and soaked her red short-sleeve blouse. Her plaited hair in ‘police-cap’ style made her look like an African beauty. When he went home for the holidays, he missed her tasty akara. If he was truthful to himself, he might have to admit that he missed her too. They were not even close, just acquaintances and he was already missing her. He cleared his thoughts and tried to think of his courses at school.

“Happy New Year,” she looked up at him and grinned.

“Same to you,” he smiled back at her. It was almost his turn. The person in front of him paid for his purchase and walked away.

“When did you arrive?”

“Three days ago.”

“What did you bring for me?”

He scratched a spot on his head.

“Don’t tell me you went to Owerri for the holidays and you returned empty handed?”

He started to laugh.

She turned to her neighbour’s daughter, who was helping her to attend to the customers, “Please, whatever he buys, no jara.”

The girl nodded with understanding and smiled.

“Bukky, don’t be a fair weather friend,” he teased her.

“Abeg, let me hear word,” she hissed and eyed him, “What sort of friend travels and returns empty handed.”

He laughed louder and held his waist.

“You can laugh all you want, no jara for you today.”

“Eh… I don die ooo.”

“How much?” the girl looked up at him.

“Please give me two hundred naira own.”

The girl used a long fork to pick the bean cake and gather it in a large paper. She wrapped it and placed it in a small black polythene bag.

“I have packaged your Christmas and New Year gift,” he turned to his friend.

She eyed him, “Where is it?”

“At home,” he grinned.

“You are not serious,” she hissed.

Chike collected the polythene bag from the girl and paid for the bean cake, “Don’t worry, I will bring it when I return from school today.”

“Not until I set my two eyes on your so called gift.”

He laughed and shook his head at her, “Oh ye of little faith.”

“Whatever.”

“See you later,” he waved at her and walked away.

She watched him leave and smiled.

xxxxxx

A nagging headache made her leave the market and return home earlier than usual. She met her niece seated by the doorway sieving corn pap.

“Good afternoon Aunt Kike,” she was surprised to see her at home at that time.

Kike mumbled inaudibly and went in. Bukky returned her attention to the blended corn in the basin in front of her. She hoped it would be enough for that week. Several people come to buy the corn pap from her, even if the bean cake was exhausted. At times, they come to knock on her door as late as nine in the night.

“Workaholic.”

She raised her head and saw Chike walking towards her. Her heart missed a beat when she noticed the two heavy polythene bags he was carrying.

“Don’t you rest at all,” he placed the bags beside the basin and placed his hands on his hips.

“What is this?” she pointed at the bags.

He grinned, “Your Christmas slash New Year gift.”

Her pretty dark eyes widened in surprise. She opened the bags one after the other and found tubers of yam, sweet potatoes, onions, a bottle of palm oil, yellow garri, dried fish and rice.

She looked up at him with gratitude, “These are for me?”

“What are friends for? I am expecting my gift tomorrow morning seven sharp.”

She started to laugh.

“Inclusive the jara you deprived me of this morning.”

“No wahala. I am ready for you.”

“Good.”

Their gazes locked.

“Thank you. I am, am… blown away.”

His smile broadened, “I am glad.”

She washed her hands and got to her feet. She adjusted the red and black coloured wrapper around her waist and looked up at him.

“When is your lecture starting at the Adult education centre?” he started off towards the exit.

“At the end of the month,” she walked beside him.

“I am here for you if you need any help,” he glanced at her.

“Okay, thanks,” she sighed with relief.

They strode out of the building and headed down the street.

“How long have you been living with your aunt?”

“A couple of months.”

“Really?”

“Yes."

“Nice, I am not the only one that is new in the area.”

She started to laugh.

He turned a corner and pointed at a green painted house, “I live there.”

She followed his direction and saw the bungalow. It was one of the nice houses in the area. She believed it had about seven or eight self-contain apartments.

“Do you want to come in?” he glanced at her.

She gave a shake of head, “Maybe another day. I have to finish sieving that pap before night fall. I don’t trust NEPA.”

“Okay. My flat is the third on your right. Brown door.”

“Okay,” she looked up at him, “Thanks for the foodstuff.”

“You are welcome.”

“See you later.”

“Yeah…”

She waved, turned around and walked back home.

Chike stood at the road side and watched her. How old was she? Facially, she looked younger than twenty. Physically, she had the body of a
twenty-one year old. He couldn’t place her real age. He needed to come up with a genuine excuse and ask her.

CHAPTER NINE

Bukky paid the carpenter living in the neighbourhood to construct a wooden shed for her. She wanted it big enough to occupy a few benches, so that people could sit and eat, while others queue to buy her wares. She had already gotten permission from the landlady. The woman collected a daily portion of bean cake, bread and pap from her. The carpenter promised to start work that day. On her way back to the house, several thoughts ran through her mind. She saw her period a few days ago. It was a relief that she didn’t get pregnant. It had been torture while waiting for it to come. She had been avoiding Gbemiga since that night and every time he tried to speak with her, she played dumb. His actions hurt her and he almost got them into trouble. What if she had gotten pregnant? She wasn’t ready to sleep with him, yet he took advantage of her. She wasn’t sure she would be able to trust him ever again. He had been calling and texting her too. She didn’t care. She was almost regretting agreeing to date him. The sooner he returned to school, the better for them.

“Bukky… Bukky!”

She heard her name. She recognized the voice and kept on walking. She halted when someone grabbed her by the elbow.

“Please wait…”

She turned around and saw him. Desperation in his eyes, tired lines laced his forehead. She pulled her arm away from his grip.

“Why are you treating me like this?” his saddened gaze observed her.

She crossed her arms against her chest and looked him up and down.

“I have not been able to sleep. I can’t eat. Your attitude is driving me crazy.”

She hissed and turned her head.

“Is it because… because I, I … Okay I am sorry. I was taken over by… by… try and understand, I love you. I just wanted to…”

She began to shake her head, “I am no longer interested.”

He opened his mouth and closed it.

“I don’t think I can trust you anymore.”

“Bukky…” he whispered.

She looked up at him and noticed the way his eyes glittered with unshed tears. She stilled her emotions. She didn’t want to be dissuaded from her decision.

“Don’t do this. Don’t break my heart.”

“It is over,” she swirled and started to walk away.

“Oluwabukola!”

She ran the remaining way home, anxious to be as far away as possible.

He placed both hands on his head, heart thudding against his chest.

xxxxxx

Kike and her niece watched the carpenter as he worked on the wooden shed. He assured them that he would be through before the sunset.

Bukky hoped that the shed would be ready for use the next day. The number of people that patronized her on a daily basis had greatly increased. She thanked God for expanding her business. Lectures at the Adult Education Centre was starting at the end of the month of January. She had paid for the form and her fees. She was told that her progress determined the books she would be asked to buy. She was excited. Thoughts of Gbemiga clouded her mind. She sighed heavily and tried to erase him from her mind. She heard from one of the neighbours that he would be returning to school that week. She felt sad and happy at the same time. Their break-up had been painful. She still liked him, but, she couldn’t get past what he did to her. It wasn’t completely his fault, but, she was afraid. They were both too young to raise children.

“Your mum is planning to come and see you this weekend.”

She turned to her aunt, excitement written all over her face.

“She will be very proud of you,” Kike smiled at her.

Bukky sighed with relief. The thought of seeing her mother filled her with joy.

xxxxxx

Bukky came out of the toilet and strode towards the building. It was dark, except for the light coming from the bulb hanging above the kitchen entrance. Most people living in the compound had retired for the night, but, some were still hanging around the front of the house. She yawned loudly and scratched her upper arm. She adjusted the wrapper tied around her waist and scratched a spot on her neck. She yawned again.

“Psst…”

What was that? Fear gripped her. She hastened her steps.

“Bukky…”

She halted and looked around. There was no one in sight.

“Over here…”

She noticed a tall dark figure standing behind the kitchen.

“Please, I will like to have a word with you.”

She recognized her ex-boyfriend and frowned.

“Please, I am leaving for school tomorrow.”

She hissed and folded her arms. She didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

“Bukky please.”

“You can say whatever you want to say,” she stood where she was.

He came out of his hiding place and swallowed hard, “I am sorry for everything. Please forgive me. Please take me back. I will do whatever you want. Please.”

She eyed him and bit at her lower lip.

“Please Bukky, I love you. I cannot live without you,” he went on his knees.

She opened her mouth in shock.

“Please…” tears slid down his face.

Her heart melted. She took a few steps towards him, “You hurt me,” her lips trembled.

“I will never, ever hurt you again. Your wish is my command, henceforth.”

She stopped in front of him and pulled him up.

“Please take me back,” he held her hands.

She dropped her head and sighed. Should she forgive him? Was he trustworthy? She was confused, but, her feelings for him had not changed.

“Please give me another chance. I will not touch you again until you are ready.”

She raised her head and met his pleading gaze, “I think we can start over.”

“Thank you,” his face brightened.

“Are you really leaving tomorrow?”

“Yes,” he nodded and dropped her hands.

“So, till Easter?”

“Yes, but you can visit me at school.”

“I don’t know about that.”

Their gazes locked.

“I am going to miss you,” he brushed a hand over her face.

“I will miss you too.”

He took a step back. He tried to fight the urge to draw her close and kiss her. He turned his head and looked at nothing in particular.

“Call me.”

“I will,” he glanced at her, “Everyday.”

She smiled with satisfaction, “I have to go,” her eyes darted left and right. There was no one around. She sighed with relief.

“Sweet dreams.”

“You too,” she tore her gaze away and hurried into the building.

Gbemiga placed both hands on his head. It would have been devastating if she had not re-united with him. He really, really loved her. It saddened him that she doesn’t want to be physically intimate with him. He felt it would make them closer. Maybe if he took things slowly, she might come around.

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Op nice story abeg keep it coming hot,accurate and precise. We the observers commission are solidly and gallantly behind you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you *waving hands *

Thank u all for ur interactive comments.

I am taking the kids out tomorrow for the children day celebration.

Pls bear with me. I will update on Monday.

But, if I can post before then, I will.

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This gbemi is getting on my nerves, he seems like a selfish person. I'm just angry with him ,ordinary no, he doesn't understand.


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CHAPTER EIGHT

On Christmas day, the Phillips organized a get-together in front of the house. None of their neighbours were invited. The family started to look down on everyone living in the compound when their first son gained admission into the university. They believed that no one was in their level, except a few educated families in the neighbourhood. The landlady gave them till midnight to celebrate. The Philips’ guests comprised of their relatives, close friends, colleagues at work and a few from the church they attended. Gbemiga invited some of his course mates for the party. They ate, drank and danced.

Kike and her niece stood at the entrance of the building with a few other people living in the compound. They gossiped about the Phillips made offensive comments about the family. At about past nine, Bukky slipped away and went to the back of the house. She waited at the back of the kitchen, a package in her hand. She saw her boyfriend that morning and told him that she had a gift for him. They both planned to meet before she turned in for the night. He gave her a signal a few minutes ago while he danced with his course mates. She hoped he would show up soon before her aunt start to look for her.

She sighted a tall dark figure heading her way. She sighed with relief and smiled.

“Merry Christmas love,” he reached out for her and crushed her in a warm embrace.

“Merry Christmas,” she leaned into him. It felt good been in his arms.

He released her and gave her a card and a plastic flower, “This is for you.”

She blushed and collected it, “Thank you,” she passed the package to him.

He opened the brown envelop and brought out a small square box. His eyes widened in surprise. He looked at her and back at the box.

“Merry Christmas,” she grinned from ear to ear.

He tore the box open and brought out a black and white Nokia 3310 phone. He could hardly believe his eyes. He had tried to save money several times to get a phone, but he kept on using the savings to sort out one need or the other.

“Now, we will be able to communicate effectively.”

“You got one for yourself,” his dark face brightened.

“Yes. No more emails.”

He started to laugh, “You have surprised me.”

“I am glad.”

Before she could stop him, he drew her close and planted a kiss on her lips. She didn’t kiss him back, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed.

“Now, about that…” she stepped away from him, “Don’t you think we are playing with fire?”

He laughed, “Come on darling. I told you I will be careful I know my bounds.”

She wasn’t convinced, she folded her arms, “Well, I think we should try and limit our physical closeness.”

He observed her. He sensed her seriousness.

“I don’t want to get pregnant.”

“You won’t. I promise you.”

She looked him up and down, “But, still… I don’t want us to go beyond hugs and kisses.”

He scratched a spot on his head. He wasn’t sure how possible that would be. He loved her and yearned for her touch each time he was around her. She was asking for the impossible.

“Please…” her pleading dark eyes held his unsure ones.

“Fine. We will try. Okay? Just, let things flow naturally.”

She sighed heavily, not sure if she got through to him.

“I will be returning to school in less than three weeks. I want to enjoy every moment and opportunity I have to spend time with you,” he drew her closer, “Thanks for the phone; we will be able to talk any day, any time.”

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl,” he dropped the box and slipped the phone into his jeans pocket.

“Goodnight…” she looked into his eyes.

“You and sleep.”

She chuckled, “I need to rest. I will be resuming my bean cake business after Boxing Day.”

“Business woman.”

She laughed lightly, “I might be able to give you a little something when you are leaving for school.”

“That will be great! I am dating a cash madam.”

“Stop jor.”

He dropped his head and claimed her lips. She struggled, then relaxed. He pushed her against the wall and ran his hands over every inch of her. She trembled slightly, consumed by the sensations his touch created. His lips slid down her neckline, he slipped his hands under her blouse and squeezed her bosom.

“Waaait… don’t…” she tried to stop him, but, her hands felt like a dead weight.

He lifted the blouse, swallowed one of her bosom and fondled the other.

“Gbemi…” she gasped.

He kissed her again, held her bosom and slipped the other hand down into her toe length skirt. She jerked the moment she felt his fingers inside her.

“Noooo… please… don’t…”

“Ssssh… you will enjoy it.”

“No… stop,” she felt turned on. She didn’t want to feel that way. She wasn’t ready for the desires that flooded her mind.

He didn’t listen to her. He raised the skirt, and kicked her legs apart. He pushed down his jeans and positioned himself.

Fear gripped her when she felt his hardness rubbing against her groin. What was he doing?

“Gbemi!”

“Ssssssh…”

“Noooo…”

“I won’t go inside. I just want to feel you.”

Despite the cool breeze, she began to sweat. How was she going to fight him off? He was physically stronger. If she raised an alarm, both of them would get into trouble. What had she gotten herself into?

“Gbemi… please, let me go.”

Her pleas fell on his deaf ears, controlled by the desires that pumped through his bloodline, he drove into her. A stinging sharp pain shot through her. She buried her face in his chest and tried not to scream. Her fingers gnawed into his shoulders till he bleed. Tears slid down her dark oval face. He had just broken his promise to her. He had just taken what she was ready to give. Her heart ached at the fact that her innocence was gone.

Gbemiga rode her in frenzy, lost in sizzling pleasure. It had been a very long time since he had sex with a girl. When he got born again, he promised God that, that part of his life would be kept under wraps until he tied the knot. Dating Bukky, it was hard to keep that promise. He loved her and the physical attraction between them was explosive. He pulled away quickly and released on the wall.

Bukky staggered away from him and noticed the blood stains around her thighs. She adjusted her skirt and glared at him.

“You are so sweet,” he breathed out and winked at her.

She eyed him and started to walk away.

“Bukky, wait! We need to go to the chemist.”

She halted.

“Neither of us was protected.”

She turned around and stared at him angrily.

“I know what to buy. It’s a pill. It will stop anything from happening.”

A tear dropped. What sort of trouble had he gotten them into?

“Wait for me outside your room, I will go and buy it. I will be back,” he zipped his trouser and dashed off.

She hissed and began to weep quietly. She shouldn’t have trusted him. What if the pill didn’t work? What if she got pregnant? Her parents
would be disappointed. Her aunt would freak out? Did she make a mistake when she said yes to Gbemiga? She usually saw her period at the beginning of every month. She hoped and prayed that nothing crazy would happen. She was just eighteen. He was just twenty. What would people say? She wiped her tears with the back of her hands and hurried back into the building.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Gbemiga walked towards the backyard. There was light off and the compound was dark. Candle lights and rechargeable lamps illuminated some of the rooms in the house. A few privileged ones powered their rooms with electrical generating sets. When he returned home from school for the Christmas holiday, he was surprised to meet his girlfriend running her own business. When he got her mail several weeks back, he thought it was a small scale trade. As early as seven in the morning, people queued in front of the hot fry pan. He recognized most of them. Several of them lived on the street, and others came as far as three, four streets away. Bukky’s bean cake was tasty and had a nice aroma. It was also a little bit bigger in size than what was sold in other places. He was proud of her. One of their neighbour’s daughters assisted her with scooping the blended beans into the fry pan and at times, she sold the bean cake to the customers. Since he got back, they had not really been able to spend time with each other. She was busy during the day and at night; she turned in early due to tiredness.
He walked straight to the back of the large kitchen shared by all the tenants. He noticed an average height figure standing at a corner. The bright moon light illuminated the surrounding. The moment he saw her face, he broke into a smile. He was glad she came. He had been able to pass a message to her that evening before she turned in for the night.

“My darling…” he stood in front of her and scooped her in his arms.

Her heart beat hammered against her chest. It felt good, close to him, in his arms. Seeing him home again, her joy had known no bounds. Although he looked a bit slimmer, he was still the same. She didn’t know how much she missed him until she saw him a week ago with his luggages. She almost ran into his arms, but, restrained herself. She had been longing to speak with him since he got back, but the opportunity had not presented itself.

“I missed you…” she whispered.

“I miss you more…”

He released her from his embrace and looked deep into her eyes, “So many nights I yearn to see you. I almost came home one day.”

She smiled and looked up at him. She had almost gotten on a bus, bent on locating him at school, but decided against it.

“I hope to spend lots of time with you before I return to school.”

“Me too.”

He dropped his head and claimed her lips. She froze, then relaxed. She allowed him to pull her into his warm embrace. The kiss intensified. She heard him groan loudly. Back against the wall, she knotted her arms around his neck. She jerked a bit when she felt one of his hands slipping into her blouse. Panic coursed through her. She wasn’t putting on a bra. She was naked underneath. She felt both hands handling her bosom, exciting sensations swept through her nerves. She tried to pull away, but he claimed her lips again, distracting her with sweet kisses.

Gbemiga pulled down his boxers with one hand and loosened her wrapper with the other. She pressed her hands against his chest. Her resistance didn’t dissuade him. He pressed into her, his groin rubbed against her trembling thighs.

“Gbemi… Gbemi…Please… don’t…” her heart hammered against her chest. She enjoyed his kisses but, she wasn’t ready to sleep with him. The pressure of his groin against her brought her pleasure and made her wet. She had never experienced such feelings before. She wanted him to stop, but, she felt pinned to the wall. There was no escape route for her except she screamed. That wasn’t an option. Her aunt would skin her alive if she was caught in such compromising situation.

“Don’t be afraid…” his voice was hoarse, “I won’t go far… I just want to feel you…”

Sweat broke out all over her, “No! Please stop,” she pushed against his chest, but, he wouldn’t bulge.

He kissed her again and slipped a finger into her. She jerked, then start to moan. He removed the finger and guided himself into her. The pleasure that flooded him clouded his mind. He was tempted to go deeper, but, he didn’t want to break her hymen.

A tear drop slipped down her face. She prayed that she wouldn’t get disvirgined that night. It was high time they drew a line in their relationship.

He slipped out of her and rubbed his groin in between her thighs. He jerked and worked himself up until he pulled away and released against the wall.

She pulled down her blouse and re-tied her wrapper around her waist. She couldn’t look at him. she wanted to return to her aunt’s room.

He adjusted his boxers and grinned at her, “I love you.”

She folded her arms against her chest, “Goodnight,” she started to walk away.

He reached out for her elbow and drew her back, “Hey…”

“Let go!”

He sensed her anger, “Baby,” he drew her close, toe to toe, he looked into her eyes, “I love you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.”

She eyed him and hissed.

“I promise you, I will never ever go deeper than… I just wanted to feel you.”

“We don’t need all that. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

He started to laugh, “I promise you, it won’t come to that.”

“Goodnight,” she hurried away.

“Bukky!” he dashed after her and bumped into his mother.

Remilekun eyed her son, “Where are you coming from?”

He scratched a spot on his scalp and looked behind her shoulders. He saw Bukky getting into her aunt’s room. He would speak to her the next day. The way her softness melted into him made him smile. It was going to be very hard to keep the promise he made to her. Most times, all he wanted to do was kiss her, but, once he got started, his emotions too over.

“Why were you calling that girl’s name?”

He directed his gaze at his mother, “Who?”

“Bukky, the akara seller.”

“Oh…em… we were just talking.”

She hissed, “You shouldn’t be talking to the likes of her. You are now in the university. Your level has changed.”

Her words shocked him, “Mum, Bukky is a nice girl. She is different.”

Remilekun hissed again, “Please, concentrate on your studies. If you want to have friends, at least choose from the people in your school or from those in your level. Bukky alakara is not in your category.”

“Mum, that’s absurd.”

“Your father will hear,” she turned around and headed to their room.

“Mum…”

She didn’t respond. He watched her go into their room. He followed in slow steps. His father attacked him the moment he stepped into the room. His sisters were in support of his argument. They all felt he shouldn’t be socializing with the people living in the area because most of them were illiterate. He was supposed to be making friends with the educated ones, especially those living in high brow areas.

Gbemiga became troubled. He really liked Bukky. It hurt that his family didn’t approve of her as a friend. What would they say or do when he finally introduced her to them as his lover or the woman he would like to spend the rest of his life with? He decided to keep his relationship with her a secret. When the time was right, he would open up to his family, by then, he hoped that their perception would have changed.

Xxxxxx

Bukky lay on the almost flat bed. She couldn’t sleep. Thoughts of what transpired between her and her boyfriend remained like a rock on her mind. She shouldn’t have allowed him to go that far. What if he had lost control of his emotions and penetrated? What if she had been deflowered that night? Her dream of getting married as a virgin would have been thwarted. Was it possible to date someone without getting physically intimate with them? God made the rule that singles shouldn’t indulge in sexual acts before marriage. That alone was an inclination that it was possible. She needed to speak to her boyfriend about it. They should do without all the handling. It would only stir them up and fuel the desire to consummate. At least, kissing was a bit appropriate. They could do that once in a while, not all the time. She didn’t know how he was going to take her suggestions. She believed that it was the best thing for them.
She turned on her side and stared at the wall. The room was dark. There was no electricity. The curtains were drawn and the only window in the room was opened, but, it seemed like air was trapped outside the room. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, around her neck, arms and chest. She scratched an itchy spot close to her spine. The area began to sting. She groaned. She must have cut herself. First thing the next morning, she would cut her finger nails.

Thoughts of how he kissed and touched her flooded her mind. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. It was a good thing that he would be returning to school soon. The distance was very good for them. The farther he was, the less likely it would be for her to loss her virginity. She hoped they would come to some sort of agreement. Fighting him off everything he touched her wasn’t an option. She doubted if she would be able to stop him the next he came close to her. She needed help. They needed to re-prioritize their relationship.

She planned to tell him about the Adult education centre Chike too her to. She would be starting lectures immediately after the holidays. The head of the centre told her that if she excelled, she would be able to take the Common Entrance Examination by the end of the New Year. Once she passed, she would take more lectures and prepare for the G.C.E examinations. In less than three years, she would be ready to take the JAMB examination and successfully gain admission into the university. She beamed with joy. She was going to get educated. Her parents and siblings were going to be proud of her.

Her train of thoughts returned to Gbemiga. By the time he graduated, she would be in her first or second year in the university, be it as a full time or part time student. His family patronized her almost on a daily basis. She wondered if they would support their relationship. His sisters seemed a bit friendly, but his parents acted as if they were not in the same category with anyone living in their compound. She sighed heavily and cleared her thoughts. When the time was right, Gbemiga would introduce her to them as his girlfriend.

Sorry my beautiful people about yesterday.

Updates comences today.

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arabaribiti:
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