My breakup episode 4 – 5
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-Episode 4
We only get to fall in love once, love is like v×rgiπity, when it is gone it is gone. And we will never have the replica of those feelings again if we lost the one we actually fell in love with.
Behind Belsenor was my sister Millicent sitting on the window of our one room, she was looking at me with her eagle eyes and she was the only one that doesn’t trust me with girls.
I ignored Belsenor completely and walked away, I entered our room and went straight to reading.
The next day in school was an eye-opener, when we were gathered in the devotion by the bell.
After they sang the Nigeria anthem which I followed, and then the school anthem which I never learnt or joined them till I left the school.
A girl was called upon to read a newspaper, I didn’t care to understand and knew nothing of what she read. I later learnt the girl was Abigail’s elder sister.
In the class that day, the teacher asked a question which no one could answer, she threatened to flog everyone of us if we didn’t answer it. It wasn’t actually a threat as she started flogging the first role and the next role followed, she was getting close to Abigail who was on the third role.
“Three types of soil are loamy, sandy, and clay” I said, she stopped flogging the pupils.
from that day henceforth the most beautiful girl in our class was grateful and indebted to me, Abigail wasn’t just beautiful.
she was brilliant and smart, our teacher left the class before the bell for break time was rang.
Abigail came over and pinched me, “you actually have something in your head” she told me bringing out her tongue, she stood up and walked away swinging her ass that wasn’t showing in the pinafore.
Abigail was crazy and I love every bit of her.
I fell ill so wasn’t able to go to school for two days, my sister always gave me medicine and a cup of water. I always ended up drinking only the water and putting the whole drugs in,side my shirt through the collar, the day my sister saw a tablet on the floor she personally stuffed the medicine in,side my mouth and I didn’t stop spitting for an hour or so.
I was always escorting my elder sister Millicent anytime she wants to buy foodstuffs, the day she took me to buy cow meats from Aminu.
The northerners that sold meats stayed close to the mosque. A structure built with hærdwoods and a zinc on the top for shelter,
“What is your name?” Aminu asked with Hausa language,
“He isn’t from Hausa, he is my brother” my sister replied him.
Aminu gave us a lot of meats that day for just one hundred naira, he said I look just like the Emir son of Sokoto.
With my black shiny snake skin, we thanked him for the meats. And my sisters didn’t stop sending me to Aminu to buy meats till we left the place, and Aminu didn’t fail in giving me lot of meats.
Sometimes, he’d want to take me to his house so that I can see his children.
I was always afraid of the Northerners so I always outsmarted him and didn’t go to his house till my days in Mami was over.
with Aminu my teeth always get tired of Salah suya, and ram.
My friendsh¡p with Abigail blossomed, as we became close to each other.
What actually brought Abigail and I together, was our teacher who gave both of class monitors.
As then, the teachers were having lots of meetings so we were asked to keep the class quiet with canes.
I wasn’t able to use the cane because Abigail who is the female monitor with me is the champion and leader of noise makers,
anytime I tried to flog her friends with the cane we ended up k××sing or hugging in the class.
Before the term ended, Abigail moved to my seats and we did a lot of crazy things that I won’t put down in writing ’cause I was so young to engage in them.
I was doing well in my education, and I was glowing with happiness.
Abigail was naughty and crazy, but she was my drug and i loved every bit of her.
She later introduced me to her sisters as her husband, and her sister accepted me warmly.
Then the Nigeria song trending was “my mama force me to marry, she say make I give am pikin to carry, I tell my mama make she wait so that I go marry. But she cannot wait for a long time” I didn’t remember the artist, but I knew then this song was the banger in 2004 or 2005.
And the America song trending that period was “Orema beautiful girl, you are the one I love, Orema go…” I didn’t remember the names of these two artists but I knew their songs were the trend, I didn’t stop singing this song for Abigail.
After the end of year party, that year ended.
Something happened the next year that left an indelible mark in my heart, they say time flies whenever someone was happy.
A sudden happiness brings a sudden sorrow.
MY BREAKUPS 18+
-Episode 5
Distance breaks trust in a relationsh¡p, is no lie. Our heart tend to be suspicious when our spouse are far away from us, there is always second chance and we should always give people that deserve it in our life, if not. We will live to regret it.
After the end of the year party, I was given so many letters and papers containing lots of drawings by Abigail.
I didn’t give her any, my handwriting can scare a ghost or even worse. Whenever I write the alphabets tend to be juggling or look like they don’t belong together, everything will look like jargon.
We travelled home with a goodbye k××s from Abigail, I couldn’t wait for December to end and January to began, and school to open. That was the very first time I missed school in my entire life, am soaked in love of Abigail.
The Christmas that year was a boring one for me, when we returned for another term.
After hopeful expectations, I didn’t see Abigail in the first week and the second week was the same result, I withdrew to myself with a broken heart. I became a loner and my brother was the only comforter I have then, as quiet I was no one understands what I was going through.
My brother had a friend whose name was Power, he automatically became our friend.
Sundays were the days that I had my worst experiences, because of starvation we were subjected to by my elder sister Nice.
since we procure water from two places that had borehole then, the other was in,side the hamlet, and the other one was facing the express way.
After carrying buckets of water on our heads, my sister used over two hours to sweep and do whatever my little mind couldn’t configure.
I took an excuse and disappeared that I want to go to the toilet, my brother did the same.
My eyes were turning me because I could no longer bear the hunger, we met with our friend Power and we set-off to a bush that has many trees with fruits.
We plucked a lot of mangoes, I ate mine in the bush but my twin brother and Power decided to take theirs home, “where have you been?” My sister Nice asked angrily, she later sent Power home and we were given beating that broke the spatula in the house.
I didn’t regret my action, my brother didn’t lick any of the mangoes he plucked ’cause my sister did charity with it. She gave to her best friend that we normally called Aunty, so I couldn’t remember her name.
She shared the mangoes to our landlady, and Belsenor’s mother. I didn’t know why my brother was crying but I knew it must be the mangoes that he suffered for and ate nothing of it,
I began to hate school because Abigail was no longer in the school.
“My small boyfriend” my sister’s friend will fondly call me, she was then dating a high ranked officer.
One of those days, my sister sent me to her to get a package of fried rice and soup that she promised.
“Aahhaaaaaaa.. oohhsss” I heard m0-ning from in,side, I didn’t bother to knock since I heard voices from in,side.
I just opened the door and the room was very dark, I didn’t see anything but I was curious to know what was going on.
I could remember she wore wrapper unlike her, and sent me away.
I still stayed back and heard both of them mumbling before the m0-ning continued.
I didn’t know how they did it, a sudden closeness betwixt my sisters and Belsenor mother blossomed.
My sisters loved movies and Belsenor’s mother had Nigeria movies in abundance, around 2005 and 2006 Nollywood produced more ritual movies.
Then the trending song was Love is wicked, I loved the song that year and my sister’s friend always played it for me.
I never liked Nigeria movies but ‘I cross the bridge and mama nukwu’ were exceptional Nollywood movies. I watched them in Belsenor’s house, and as kids we sat on the floor watching the screen.
Belsenor’s hands were all over my short, and it felt good whenever she does it, I wasn’t a fan of movies so I rarely went to their home.
Belsenor was very brilliant and she was older than me, she was in Primary four then. While I was in primary two, so it was very easy for my sisters to accept her to be teaching me.
She wasn’t only teaching me how to read, she also taught me how to satisfy a girl s××ually.
TBC..