It must have been the tenth time I had seen her this morning without a black eye. Was this really me? The image in the mirror really didn’t reflect who I am but well shit happens in relationships and whether strange or not I was always the cesspit tank in most of the relationships I found myself in. I know a lot of you reading this will go all judgmental and say I was just a beautiful idiot (well not your typical beautiful girl that would have guys drooling and professing love to me by saying i was the only mosquito in their net so I should just bite them) and but hey I might even agree with you. But before you go any further than that, at least take your time to read my story and get to know me just a little bit.
Growing up, I had seen how my mother had struggled to take care of my elder brother and I. It was said that she was the most beautiful girl in the nine cluster of villages and what captivated most of the men who came in contact with her was that she had a beautiful brain. Educating girls was not a common thing then and most of the girls who had the chance of going to the village school only went up till standard six before they were married off to either some old man whose sexual libido was as short as a midget on his knees or the son of a rich farmer who wanted a girl form a good home for his son. My mother however was too brilliant to be married off to anyone when she passed her common entrance examination with distinction. Despite my grandfather wanting to marry her off as the sixth wife to Dzivenu the famous hunter of the village, the head teacher put his foot down and decided to sponsor her education at the secondary school level. It was here that she met my father. Because of her beauty that dripped like honey, she attracted her own fair share of bees, ants and houseflies. How she ended up with a cockroach like my father and ended her education, however, was and is something even I, a product of his loins cannot fathom. I was three years old when my father packed his things and left the house after beating mother severely and leaving her with a broken nose and wounds belt stripes all over her body as though she was a zebra. That was the last time any of us ever heard or saw him. After him my mother was in and out of relationships like a ladle serving soup from a pot till there was nothing left to serve and so she decided to focus her energy on making sure we got the best education with the little income she was making.
Enough about my mother, right? So now let us begin with the chronicles of my love relationships.
I was seventeen when I first had a real boyfriend despite the fact that I had lost my virginity at the age of sixteen. You can say it was my curiosity about my womanhood and the things I had heard from friends that made me do it but hey that is a story to tell another day. Daniel was my elder brother’s mate in school and was more than a frequent visitor to our house. Anytime he was around, he would jump to my defense whenever I had a disagreement with my brother. I liked the way he was always defending me and made it a habit of always getting into some sort of trouble with my brother whenever he was around. Gradually he began visiting the house even when my brother was not around just to spend time with me then one day it happened. He had come around and as carefree as I had always been, I wore a see through blouse and could see him the salivate and his crouch bulge in his trousers like an overgrown boil ready to burst open. He tried to cross his legs to conceal the bulge in his trousers when he realized my eye had glided from his face to there. I turned away and smiled shyly to myself at the thought of him being embarrassed because of a natural reaction. Then I felt someone stand behind me.He held my arms and whispered into my ears.
‘Gina, you are so beautiful and I’m sure you are teasing me on purpose.’
Before I could open my mouth to reply him, his hands had cupped my breasts perfectly like a bra made specifically for them and then he began fondling them. I tried to free my breasts from his grip but his grip on them was very firm that the only defense I had was to bite him hard on the arm, which I did. He let go of my breasts and let out a cry of pain before smacked me hard on the face. I must have blacked out because the next thing I saw when I opened my eyes was him kneeling by my side and begging for forgiveness as he tapped both of my cheeks gently. My swollen eyelids seem almost impossible to open, they hurt so badly. The unmistakable taste in my mouth, a combination of tears and blood made me want to throw up but I couldn’t. What lie was I going to tell mother. She had always warned me about dressing properly with the boys around. Daniel was so visibly shaken and I found myself enjoying what was happening in a weird way. For three whole months after the incident , Daniel avoided our house like a plague and my mother even got suspicious and interrogated intensely like a CIA official on why Daniel no longer visited but I denied any knowledge of any reason. Well in the long run a had to lie to mother about the swollen eye and broken lips and she believed me. Well, that’s what i believe since she asked no further questions. Truth be told, I had to convince myself that the lie was the truth to sound convincing.
My mother had traveled and had left some money for the upkeep of the house and also some money to give to the cloth seller from whom she had bought a cloth on credit bases. When I went to give the money to the cloth seller, I was told she had traveled and would be back after three days. Then just as I left the cloth sellers house, I saw this beautiful pair of slippers that was in vogue. I decided to use the money since Auntie Jane had promised to pay me the money she owes me for doing her laundry for a month. I knew mother was not going to like it but hey, some things just need to be done. So here I was preparing to go out when the cloth seller walked in. I went pale like a rich man’s ghost that had just seen the two by four coffin in which he was buried. Yehowaaah! I had to lie to the woman and promise I would bring her the money later in the evening. Whether I sounded convincing enough for her or not under the circumstances was not something I was sure of but she just said I should make sure I bring her the money. Now, my only problem was where I was going to get the money. I ceased everything I was doing and rushed to Auntie Jane’s place to get the money but she also gave excuses. The only one I know who had that amount of money was Daniel and we were not even talking to each other.
I went home and took my bath and got dressed up. To get this money off Daniel I had to seduce him and so off I went to his house on a mission to get the money. When I got to his house I went to his door and knocked. I could hear shuffling from within the room and so I posed like a by force model trying to impress. His smile disappeared into a smirk when he opened the door and realized it was me.
‘What do you want here?’ He inquired without looking into my face.
I walked towards him and the door thinking he would allow me to enter the room but he stood his grounds.
‘Won’t you allow me to come in?’ I asked innocently.
He stared at me for a while and made way for me to enter the room. I made my way to the bed and sat on it. He closed the door and walked to wards me but stopped halfway from where I was. I laughed in my head got up and walked to him. I stood right in front of him and held him by the collar of his shirt.
‘Don’t you know I miss you?’ I asked
All he did was stare down at me with that foolish smirk on his face. I wrapped my hands up in his thick Afro hair and pulled his head down to mine and began to kiss him with such an intensity that when I pulled back, I knew I needed to finish this job quick. I had caught him off guard and the look in his eyes was one of him trying to figure out whether the kiss was a distractive mechanism or I was attracted to him as he was. The next hour would be of us naked as two balls of kenkey without their protection of cornhusk all over each other in a hot steaming sin escapade of sex that could burn down hell itself. After this we lay in bed breathing like a shameless boar after a heat session. Then he looked at me and smiled. The bed sheet was filled with stains of blood from the scratches he had received from me during the session
‘I am usually a control freak when it comes to sex or relationships. I see a woman; I take charge; I have sex, and then I move on. However, with you, you were the first woman who caused me to have sexual erotic fantasies just by seeing your smile’ he said.
I nodded, smiled and ruffled his Afro hair. After lying there for a while I got up and began to dress. He looked and my with his dozy eyes and asked that I stay a little longer, but I told him that I needed to go see whether Auntie Jane was back so see whether she has some laundry to be done for some money. He got up and said I shouldn’t bother and offered me three times the amount I needed which I took gladly. Come on! I know what you are thinking but yeah I didn’t need to make it obvious to him that lured him to have sex with me so I could get money. I was and am no prostitute. Well, technically speaking you can say on this occasion I was.
Later that evening I went to pay off Mother’s debt and went home. From that day onwards Daniel and I became a couple and our parents knew about this. Outwardly we were the coolest couple in the area but the truth was that Daniel was a chronic cheat who couldn’t be cured if all the fetish priests of Dahomey combined their powers. He ended up beating me every time I confronted any of the girls he was cheating on me with until one day my brother chanced upon him beating me up. The fight that emanated from this had him getting two of his ribs broken by my brother and causing the end of our relationship. I however visited him twice when he was healing and had some of the best sex in my life but then he wasn’t for me so I move on with my life. Next week I’ll tell you about James.