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 fondling her
b---m, 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 g---n 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 g---n 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 g---n 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 absord.”
“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 fondling. 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.
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’
guestscomprised 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 b---m.
“Waaait… don’t…” she tried to stop him, but, her hands felt
like a dead weight.
He lifted the blouse, swallowed one of her b---m and
fondled the other.
“Gbemi…” she gasped.
He kissed her again, held her b---m 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 g---n. 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 began to bleed. Tears slid down her dark
oval face. He had just broken his promise to her. He had just
taken what she wasn’t 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 s-x 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 sixteen. He was just twenty.
What would people say? She wiped her tears with the back of
her hands and hurried back into the building.
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To be Continued..
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