Continued from Episode Three
He could see how confused I was. And as if reading through
my thought,he continued.” You see , the life of a girl is like a flower. Nobody
will appreciate nor pluck it until it buds. Not even the insects would patronize
it. But as soon as it starts to bud and displays its full beauty and colours
with the nectars carefully secreted in it ,all the insects came knocking at its
door to explore and suck their own share of the juicy nectars. They don’t give a
damn about the stress the gardener had gone through to nurture it to maturity. All
they want to do is satisfy their urge while the flower remains empty. I still
did not understand what he was talking about.
The moment a girl start to fill up in the right places and
her beauty becoming more pronounced ,boys and men start swarming around her
without being invited. And their sole aim is to have a taste of her juicy
nectars not minding the dangers she is likely going to be subjected to. And if
the girl in question is not careful enough ,she would be swept off her feet
with their sugar-coated mouth. They would promise her heaven on earth ,even marriage.
But a girl while enjoying all the attention must leave all her senses widely
opened so as not to fall prey to their sharp teeth. Are you ready to become a
mother now? He asked.No sir. I answered.
Ready to live with STDs ? No sir . I answered again. You like being a
single mother like your aunty Kike? No sir. I answered again." ( Auntry Kike is
his younger sister who had gotten pregnant at the age of seventeen and had no
man to claim the child’s paternity and she has been catering for the child all
by herself with little help from her family).
" I will urge you to be careful. I wouldn’t say you shouldn’t have a
boyfriend because I know that would amount to deceiving myself. All I would say
is that you should be wise enough not to fall prey. And no matter how a man
claims to love you, no sex should be your motto. Don’t jeopardize your future. And
when you are confused, you can always run to me for help. You can go. He said
finally”. I left his study with a bowed head and managed to say thank you sir. Am
I ready to leave Bobo Tee? Oh God! I was very confused.
The following day was a Saturday and as usual , my dad left
home early for the gym. Unknown to me,my mum was still not satisfy with the
fact that daddy didn’t allow her handle me in her own way. Immediately he left,
she called me into their bedroom and guess what? She asked me to take off my
clothes the moment I stepped in.
” Why mum?” I asked. A resounding slap was her
response to my question and before I could say Jack, she topped it up with
another one.” Pull off your clothes now,she thundered”. I quickly obeyed without
any protest. Her slap is better imagined than experienced. You think I would
tolerate your wayward way like your father? Nonsense ,she said”. The moments the
clothes came off, she started beating me with one of my dad’s leather belt that
I didn’t know she had placed carefully on the bed. She gave me the beating of
my life while she threatened to drag me out and show off my naked body to the
whole estate.
She had successfully dragged me into the compound and about to
open the gate when my daddy ran inside. He had heard me cry. ‘What are you
trying to do?” He asked her. Trying to teach her a lesson of course,she
answered. Then you must be out of your mind, he answered her. I have never seen
the two of them argued . Will you leave the girl alone or you will have
yourself to blame,daddy commanded . She finally set me free at his command. I could
personally see the anger in his eyes and I was afraid of what he could do to
her that moment. At that instant , every thought of leaving Bobo Tee vanished and a
new wave of courage crept into me and I vowed never to let go of him. The worst
she could do is to strip me naked ,isn’t it?
Fortunately for me, Bobo Tee’s brother got transferred back to Ibadan after six months. Is this how God answers prayers? It was indeed an answered prayer. I narrated everything I went through because of our love to him the day we reunited. He consoled me and asked me to put the blame on him. That was how we picked it up from where we left.
There was this particular day I went to visit him. And as
usual,he hugged me the moment I stepped into the sitting room. His brother had
gone out. He planted a kiss on my forehead and later proceeded to my neck. By now,
I could feel a tingling sensation all over and my body welcomed every bit of
his touch. His lips left their initial place and crashed on mine and I opened
up to him as if on cue. I could feel his member hardened against my body as he pressed me harder to himself.
What could he be up to? I asked silently. Tayo,I called his name softly amidst my own moans with my voice barely audible. What ,he whispered. What are you doing? I asked. And instead of answering me, he stopped dealing with my body and looked at me. The way he was looking at me; eyes all over my body, gaze plastered on my boobs made me shiver and I was afraid my legs would cave in from the sexual paradise he had successfully built in me. And my v***** was not helping either.
To be continued.
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