MY MISTAKE Episode 1

I was sweating profusely after Iyabo’s mum barged into her room and caught us doing the unexpected. I tried explaining to her that it was not what she thinks, though they say seeing is believing but it can also be deceiving (trying to calm her).

She just kept shouting ‘mo daran mo daran’ meaning “I’m in trouble”. Still feeling guilty and trying to beg her to please lower her voice (after all she’s over 18 and not a “V” sef). She just kept shouting until her eldest daughter (Motunrayo) rushed in to confirm what the noise was all about.

Immediately she saw us….. she passed out and that was when I knew the gravity of what I had done. Iya Motunrayo and Iyabo were trying to bring Motunrayo back to life while I looked at the women (family) that I had slept with (even Iya Motunrayo sef) in a confused state. Which made me to reminisce about my simple way of life then.

I was not brought up this wild(my thought).

I was raised in a family of Five. comprises of two boys, a girl and our parent. one thing I noticed about our family is that people keeps complimenting our parents that we are cute. But in reality, we truly are.

My Dad is a disciplinarian, so growing up with him was tough. Actually he’s a top ranked Custom officer but he would have passed for a MAJOR GENERAL in the army because of his strictness and protocol.

He was very strict that he does not entertain children from our neighbourhood. The only children allowed by my Dad into

our big house were the children of a custom officer like himself, Mr. Abolaji. They lived next street to ours. People say ‘great men think alike’…. I can say yes to that when it comes to the way these military men treat their children.

All work without play is now a daily routine to us. From house to school… school to house…. house to church… church to house, that’s how we spend our week and the same routine goes for every week.

Little did I know that all this is about to change in a jiffy with Damilola Abolaji (daughter of the Abolaji’s) Damilola Abolaji changed my perspective to life. We were so closed that our parents were beginning to suspect that we were dating. But they couldn’t do anything, rather than hope that’s not true. We became fond of each other that if we were of the same gender, she would have been passing the night in our place and me at her place too.

I was 17years old then and Damilola was 16 but She would have passed for a 20 year old girl. She is tall and has all the right curves at the right place.

One unfaithful day in my room, We started playing and I told her that I always feel jealous when other guys look at her with lust. Damilola: really Me: Yes….(my heart beating fast) I think…… Damilola: what? Me: (staring away) I think I like you. And I will like to….. never mind, I don’t think it can work Damilola: I like you too… what do you mean about not working out? Me: (still staring away) our parents. They would skin us alive if they get to know.

Damilola: (now Smiling and moved closer to me) that’s if you tell them. Me: (I dey craze ni) hmnnnnnn She now puts her hand on my cheek to turn my face towards her and planted a light kiss on my lips. It was my first kiss and it felt like an electric shock all through my body. I was too shy to say anything. Just looking like mumu that lost his phone. She kept asking me ;’Richard what’s wrong with you? You are too quite oooo.” I told her that I am fine.

Checked the time and I suggested we should go over to her place to check on her own family too (that’s why they never suspect anything). She said “Okay’ and we left for her house. On our way down to her house. I was still pondering if it’s real or not.

She kept on asking different questions. Damilola: Richard, what’s wrong with you?

Me: Nothing…. It seems I’m not feeling too fine Damilola: I have been asking what’s wrong with you before we left your house but you refused to tell me. Pele(sorry).

Me. Ose (thank you) Damilola: maybe we should go back to your house so that you can rest a little.

Me: no oo! I will be fine, besides we are almost at your gate. We got to her house and she shouted Abdul(their gateman). Abdul: coming small madam (opens the gate). Welcome back.

Damilola: Who’s at home?

Abdul: nobody ma. Adejoke just come back from school and she talk say she wan go check her fwends.

Adejoke is Damilola only sibling and she’s 19years of age and a student of unilag, studying philosophy. You would have thought that they were twin because they so much look alike.

We entered their compound and went straight to her room. Immediately we entered, she went to get paracetamol for me. I took the drug but deep inside of me I know that not even a whole pack of paracetamol can cure what is doing me. Now I’m now feeling much relaxed. Then I called her name

Me: Damilola, can I ask you some questions?

Damilola: sure

Me: you know I like you

Damilola: Yes and I like you too (giggling)

I kept quiet for a while and she asked that… is that your question?

Me: Yes but there’s still more…. why did you kiss me?

Damilola: (felt embarrassed) because I want to…. (staring away)

Me: I have always wanted to kiss you but something keeps stopping me.

Damilola: (now Smiling) really

Me: Yes…. can I kiss you?

Damilola: (amused) yes.

Me: I want it to be special…. can you please close your eyes?

Damilola: Okay

I dragged her to her feet with her eyes already closed. I moved closer to her. I placed my lips very close to hers and I could see that her breathing has increased with so much pace. (didnt kiss her on herlips). Moved my lips and planted a kiss on her forehead… planted another on her left cheek….. another on her right cheek…… then I planted one on the pointer of her nose.

Her breathing increased when I slid my lips down from her nose down to her lips and waited for a while. She knew my lips was very close to hers and she has already shaped her mouth for it. Now she’s visibly shaking. She moved her lips towards mine, I withdrew it when it was about to touch mine. She opens her eyes and I kissed her before her opened eyes could form any image in her brain. We kissed for almost 5 minutes before we broke off.

We kept quiet for 5mins, still sinking down what happened. She broke the silence and said that was my best kiss ever. I looked into her eyes and I said ‘same with me’.

Damilola: I think I’m falling in love with you

Me: me too

Damilola: I always knew that there’s something hidden about you.

Me: How do you mean?

Damilola: How many girls have you knocked out like the way you did to me when kissing me?

Me: (looking down) actually, you were the first person that I would kiss except kisses from my family members

Damilola: Oniro (liar)

Me: I’m serious

We were still arguing when Adejoke barged into the room.

We greeted her and she responded very warmly. She just kept talking about her life in school (bla bla bla). She just couldn’t stop(hush…mood crasher).

Damilola and I occasionally winked at each other but mindful about the presence of her sister. I checked the time and I told them that I have  to take my leave before my Dad had me hospitalised for coming home late. We all laughed.

They both saw me off to the gate and I waved them goodbye.