My Life Story; Episode 7

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We drove for about 5 minutes, and Matthew pulled over in front of a fenced compound, we both alighted. “This is my hostel” he announced proudly.

It was a decent environment, with two-storey buildings facing each other. There must be about Forty (40) rooms in all. The compound was well adorned with flowers, the floor had interlocking tiles. It had the look and feel of a really expensive accommodation Matthew motioned me forward, and we took a flight of stairs up to his room. It was the fourth room upstairs. The room was quite as impressive as the surrounding. It was tastefully furnished and nicely decorated. The wall curtains and bed sheets were a match, with different colours of paints on the wall. A plastic reading table and chair laid in a corner of the room, with books arranged around it. He had some really expensive electronic gadgets too. A 32 inches plasma screen television hung on the wall, with a portable LG home theater system. A fridge and some other electronic appliances I don’t think I have seen before. Overall, the setting of the room provided more than comfort, it was pure luxury. Just how much does his parents give him? I wondered silently.

“Here, have your sit” he said, pointing towards the bed. I sat down, feeling a little uneasy. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do or say exactly. A fish out of water is how I would describe myself. “Your room is lovely” I managed to say. “Oh! Thanks, I’m glad you like it”.

He grabbed his remote control and turned on his home theater. The music came on, it was one of Frank Edwards song titled “If God Be For Me.” I nodded slowly to the beats.

Matthew pulled up close to me on the bed, and placed a palm on my cheek. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me too?” He asked in a rather innocent tone. There was a look of humility and sincerity on his face, he was like a little child pleading for ice cream. “Yes” was all I could say. “Then prove it to me Ruth” “How?” I asked, genuinely puzzled.

While I was still anticipating a response, he pulled me closed to himself and moved in for a kiss. It was a continuation from were we left off in the car on Sunday. The whole sequence was repeating itself. I tried to resist, but a certain weakness enveloped me. I just gave in and fell back. A feeling of guilt lingered around my head, I knew I shouldn’t be here, but the pleasure of the moment blocked my common sense.😂 “No please don’t ” I pleaded when I knew he was on another planet already. “Ruth, I thought you said you loved me?” “I do, but I can’t do this, I’m scared”

“Are you a virgin?” He asked, looking surprised

“Yes, and my mum inspects me regularly, she did the last time the Catechist caught us in church” I replied, trying to avoid his gaze. “What do you mean by inspect? You mean she checks you down there?” He asked, pointing towards ‘it’.

“Yes” I replied.
He got up from above me with a resigned look on his face. He probably knew if I was disvirgined, my parents will take it out on him. I drew his sheet, and covered my Unclad body with it. For the first time I realized I was Unclad, and felt really shy. “You know we can still have fun, and you will still be a virgin” he said with some anticipation. “How?”
“Just trust me” he replied, as he climbed over me again. This time, he pulled my skirts down, without any resistance. I was completely Unclad. He did everything unimaginable which I cannot explain. I was powerless to refuse. Partly because I enjoyed it, and partly because I wanted to prove I loved him. (But is this the true definition of LOVE?)

It was around 10minutes before the end of our break, it was time to go. I dressed up hurriedly, arranged myself in front of the mirror and we headed out.
“Did you have fun?” Matthew asked as he started the engines.
“Yes” I replied shyly.

We drove off and headed back to my school. Matthew did not pressure me to have s*x with him. Unknown to him, it has increased my love for him. But on the other hand, he has introduced me to a habit that would complicate my life. A life style that has led me to my current state.


We arrived at my school not quite long after. I was silent for most part of the journey, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind. I would steal occasional glances at Matthew, to see the expression on his face. He often looked indifferent. The school was very much rowdy, as students were still outside playing. It was three minutes before the end of the break.

I came out of the car, and walked cautiously to the gate, looking around to see if anyone had eyes on me.I knocked lightly on the gate, and the harsh voice of the gate man answered me.
“Who is it?” “Sir It’s me, I’m back” He stared through the peep-hole, and identified me, as he unlocked the gates and let me in. As soon as I entered, I spotted Sarah walking down from the other side of the school. She looked very much excited to see me. I hurried into the gate house, and began to change into my school uniform. I was excited to be back, I had stories of my own to share with Sarah like she’s always gisted me on her outing with guys. Sarah rushed into the gate house, and hugged me tightly.

“At last you’ve become a big girl, it’s about time you grew up” Sarah said, giving me a familiar look. It was a look of scrutiny (Intense study of someone).
“Abi?” I replied. “So what did he give you? I know Matthew is loaded” Sarah queried, sounding very serious “Tada!” Waving my hands for her to see the wristwatch.

“Just that?” She asked, a little disappointed.

I put my hand in the polythene bag I brought with me, and brought out the mobile phone.
Sarah grabbed it from me excitedly, and did the usual “girl shout”. The phone was Techno Phantom. I was so proud of myself, this was almost an achievement for me. But I was sure my parents would never let me keep the phone. So I had a plan.

“So did you follow him home?” Sarah asked, anticipating a quick reply.

“I did”…

“And?” She inquired further.

“Nothing” I replied, not knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.

“So you mean you didn’t get down with him?… Like mummy & daddy always do?”

“Not really, I was scared, you know I’m a virgin” I replied, in a low tone.

“So you want to carry your virginity to the grave? If a guy gives you this much, the only thing you can repay him is by opening up for him. Stop being selfish, else you’ll lose a guy that loves you so much”.

Sarah’s words affected me far more than she realized. Matthew has shown me so much love, he has spent a lot. I should have given him something in return, I wondered silently to myself. The thought of losing Matthew was unbearable. He was the only one who had shown me so much love.
He gives my life a meaning, more so he provided an escape from my parents. He deserved something, I concluded. “When next we go out, I’ll just do it with him” I said rather boldly

“That’s much better, it’s not a big deal, we all do it. Just grow up Ruth. I nodded in agreement sheepishly, and started arranging my personal stuffs.


The break was already over, and the school compound was getting quieter as students made their way into their classrooms. A thought suddenly hit me, as Sarah asked

“Where is Hannah”?

“she went with Matthew’s cousin, she will soon be back I’m sure”.

Deep within me, I was really scared. Joseph did not look or sound like a decent person. He looked more like a thug. I also knew Hannah would follow him home, to sleep with him. But shouldn’t she have returned already? We have waited for more than 20 minutes after the break. And our worry had become pronounce.

I kept pacing up and down the gate house, worried that something bad might have happened to Hannah. Her number wasn’t connecting either. Even the gateman joined my panic. After 20 more minutes of waiting. We heard a weak knock on the gate. I prayed silently for it to be Hannah. I couldn’t bear the panic any longer. The gateman opened up quickly. The sight before us heightened our anxiety and panic. Hannah was seated on the ground, looking weak and spent. Her face looked nothing like the person who left the school with me today. Her make up was ruined, something must have dried up on her face. Her cloths were wet and dirty. She wore the look of someone who had been through a lot.

We rushed forward to help her up to her feet, and carried her into the gate house.

“What happened to you?” Sarah asked with a shaky voice. I was too dumbfounded to speak. Hannah began her story from where we got separated.


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