You know how that one incident can change your life forever? It affects you so much that you never completely recover from it. Even though you desperately try to convince yourself otherwise, subconsciously you are still bound to the memories and it occasionally invades your dreams and becomes the object of your nightmares. I never expected my first time to be this way. To be honest, I really don’t know what my expectation was, but I definitely knew I didn’t expect what happened.
I have had my fair share of make-outs but have never gone all the way. It isn’t due to lack of opportunities; I had a good number of opportunities back in secondary school but I always flunked out at the last minute. I know it had a lot to do with my stern upbringing as a Baptist. In my house, the children were made to believe that the two greatest evils in the world are the devil and the feminine gender (this is contestable), with the latter being a powerful weapon for the former (remember Adam in the garden). So I grew up unsure of what to make of the feminine gender and my mother made matters worse as she never ceased to hammer it into my head (every opportunity she got) “if you touch a girl, she would get pregnant for you” (as if it were that easy). And then she would go on and on and on… “If you want to bring shame upon yourself, that is not my problem, but I would not allow you to bring shame upon this family. You will not drag the name of this family in the mud, So ti gbo?” At this point (as if on cue), my father would intercept with his all-time favorite adage “A ki n kanju la obe gbona” which roughly translates in English as “You don’t hastily devour steaming hot soup”.
Although my parents did their best to keep me on the right path, as I approached puberty, curiosity and peer -pressure got the best of me. It actually started with a sneak peek through the keyhole of the bathroom door whenever our housegirl, Maria was inside and I always tried to make sure nobody was around to see me. That ended quite dramatically as not up to a month later, Maria caught me and she threatened to report me to my mother. I knew the consequences would be dire if she did, so I pleaded with her, promising her half of my weekly pocket money. I had to do something to protect myself just incase Maria changed her mind. So I told my mother that Maria had been bringing different men into the house when nobody was at home. Imagine my mother’s reaction? She went ballistic, beating the daylight out of the poor girl before sending her packing. I didn’t see that coming, but it made the situation better. My secret was safe.
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One of the most sensual articles I’ve read in recent times but still carries a lot of character. I also like the fact that some of your articles tell us a little bit about you. That proverb at the end was hilarious. Well done
Posted by thisisEseosa | May 31, 2012, 9:28 pmVery deep. I saw ur twitter post on facebook, i searched for you on twitter, i saw comments about your blog, i sought the link, and here i am :- Through with reading. I loved this. Very Deep. RIP to your friend. But, is this fiction or non-fiction?
Posted by @StraitTwistedMe | May 31, 2012, 9:54 pmProbably the most brutally honest posts I’ve ever read.
Posted by Jerome | May 31, 2012, 9:57 pmwhat a shock!!!
how many of “us” are in this fiction…
this piece though very sensual bears so much on the search for innocence. love it same
Posted by wetenedev | June 1, 2012, 2:58 amFinally the share button is here……..i can use it. Great work from my boss.
Posted by waleflame | June 1, 2012, 8:43 pmOhhh. What a touching story.
Posted by Abu Sidiq | June 1, 2012, 9:10 pmA very touching story. Ayomidotun, is this for real?
Posted by Nike | June 1, 2012, 9:45 pmSo touching!a lovely piece too.
Kudos bro.
Posted by duchesstemi | June 2, 2012, 12:30 amSensual as it may seem, I particularly love the sincerity in it.
Posted by oreoluwade | June 2, 2012, 4:16 amI believe this is fiction given that it was dedicated to someone other than Omaede. Still, it touched me so deeply that I am inclined to say RIP to both Adeola and Omaede.
Great work, Ayomidotun…
Posted by Dupe | June 2, 2012, 7:06 amGreat story, but you really do need to get your tenses and words right. e.g the part of the story where she ‘unhooks her bra’, you had been using past tense before so why the sudden switch? Also, it is the ‘loss’ and not ‘lost’ of a loved one.
Posted by Aibeefash | June 2, 2012, 7:38 amNoted sir… and thanks for the observation.
Posted by Ayomidotun | June 2, 2012, 2:41 pmAwwwww………ℓ̊ love d honesty it portrays……and a nice story too!
Posted by Detola | June 2, 2012, 3:05 pmThe story is so touching,kudos to you
Posted by Ekundare Jesuloluwa | June 3, 2012, 9:08 amgood piece… AY, your tone is good, i knew it you will definitely pull a pen. You Know what, polish up and you are there. Kudos
Posted by ladisowunmi | June 3, 2012, 10:53 pmAwwwwww… This is awesome… Was hooked till the very end.. Funniest part was.. “why must she die a virgin”… Big lol! Something I joke about not wanting to go to heaven a virgin.. Hopefully I should get married before Jesus comes… Hehe.
Lovely piece…
Posted by Funto | June 6, 2012, 8:57 pmAdeola Alao,hmnnn,may her soul rest in peace and i pray 4 God’s strenght 4 d guy may God help him 2 overcome it.
Posted by Amy | June 6, 2012, 9:25 pmUh………. definitely fiction.
Posted by akinayomipo | June 7, 2012, 9:33 pmFiction or non-fiction or both….hmmm, i can bearly decide!!! Takes me back to wen i was 17!!! Nuff said! LOL! deepest delicious ish i’ve read in a looooong time!!! loved every single bit of it!!!! E ku ise boku-boku!!! Welldone Bruv!!!xx
R.I.P Omaede
Posted by Wome Uyeye | June 12, 2012, 8:04 pmThis is remarkable. The emotional transition that trailed the story gave it the status of a profound piece. Great thinking-if the beginning was actually a fiction.
Posted by onedemola | June 14, 2012, 12:57 pmA sensual and captivating story. I was glued to my phone screen the whole time. You are a great story teller.
Posted by olalekan olayemi | June 15, 2012, 7:39 amSearching for this for some time now… touching!!!
Posted by Garmin | June 16, 2012, 7:14 amWow! Dotun, this is superb. I was glued to the end. Keep it up dear.
Posted by Shike Ayinde | June 18, 2012, 1:35 pmDis story is emotional n touching! May her soul rest in eternal glory.
Posted by Abiodun seun | June 19, 2012, 7:39 pmHonest piece.. Very very blunt.. God bless ur brain
Posted by florence opeyemi fasetan | June 21, 2012, 5:42 pmBrilliant post…non-fiction or fiction
Posted by Shady Nerd's Corner | June 21, 2012, 8:37 pmI like it. Very moving story. The only line i felt that was out of place was “why must she die a virgin?” that can’t be the most important thing on a grieving person’s mind.
Didn’t stop the story from being nice though. (Y)
Posted by itsifeoma | June 22, 2012, 9:00 amgood story and well written and organized too.very real. hard to tell if fiction or non fiction though. RIP Adeola (who is Omaede in the story if Im right )
Posted by akorinogo | June 26, 2012, 6:56 amYour creativity and variety with each set just, well, make me happy. You kick butt.
Posted by Stefan Kahalehoe | June 26, 2012, 9:25 amBro u r a beast….. Very intersting…. Keep it up
Posted by apata | July 1, 2012, 2:55 pmFiction made real. Touching and stunning
Posted by Durodolu John Adewale | July 6, 2012, 8:19 amThat was probably the realest, honest sensual story i’ve read recently. Your honesty in recounting those experiences hit me tho.
*Why would she die a virgin?*
and dat last proverb…
Grt Job bro
Posted by hasarla | July 27, 2012, 8:55 amWhat a beautiful story ! Bravo !!!
Posted by Bolaji | August 1, 2012, 11:50 pmVery touching. D sad truth abt life is dat all our actions are a chained sequence. For every decision made dere is a consequence. If she had lost her virginity or you had delayed her a minute or she didn’t have a need to recharge her phone, maybe she might have cheated death. I like d twin analogy. May Adeola RIP
Posted by Omotola | August 2, 2012, 12:35 amGot me engrossed till d very end…nice piece
Posted by Rita | August 2, 2012, 9:04 am