Kayode is my secondary school boyfriend, He was a year ahead of me in class even though he’s a lot older than me. I guess he’s one of those people who has slow education.
Kayode is a tall dark guy with broad chest but it’s can be confuse as those one we see on fashion show. He is not that intelligent but he is a wise person. He knows about life as he’s older than me, he obviously has more experience than I do. He’s not too fine, but he’s manageable. Some teachers had been against our relationship at first saying if at all I want to have a boyfriend, I should have dated someone on the same level as me, intelligent wise and wealthy look. If only they knew that behind my wealthy look, there’s much suffering to it, they probably won’t say that. Only Kayode knows that. Kudos to my mum, she made it possible that no matter what we are going through, she made us look our best. So it’s actually not easy to know that I go through a lot only if I tell one. Well kayode knew all this, After all, there’s more to love than just physical structures.
Although, relationships are not allowed in school but it doesn’t mean people don’t have a relationship. At least, there are still some teachers who understand the hormone of teenagers even though I and kayode had not gone pass hugs, unlike all other teenagers who experiment things.
I started noticing Kayode when he defended a junior student from being bullied by the so called senior students.  They don’t know anything except for bullying junior students. Kayode will always defend the junior ones.  This act quickly made him popular and loved in the school, especially the junior students, they see him as a father figure.  He will give his food to junior students or buy for them. Despite his huge physique he is very polite and he respects everyone.
We started talking when my textbooks were stolen and he helped me find them. If he hadn’t find those textbooks, I wonder what my father would have done to me.  What about my step mother? She will have a lot to say, the most painful part would be my father saying all sort of things to my mother.  Even though mom would understand, I will not be happy.  I was in deep thought thinking about what to tell my daddy when Kayode walked up to me. SHOLAPE are these not the textbooks you were looking for?
I raised up my head to see my textbooks in his hands, I was amazed and so happy. I thanked him and asked how he found them.  He just told me to be very careful with my bag, he said some guys stole it during the break period. I quickly guessed it was one of the boys disturbing me.  They did it just to punish me.  I thanked him again and we went our separate ways.  We didn’t get along well after that, all we said to each other was just greetings. As times goes on we got to know each other better and we became gist partners.
I was sitting all alone at the school backyard with a book on my laps which I was supposed to be reading but I was engrossed in my thoughts as tears filled my eyes. Life hasn’t been good to my mum and I. Just yesterday, Hajia had told us to pay her money before she can help us with another one. Yet, my mum has nothing on her. After all, the woman has tried, she has given us more than anybody could have. Whenever we are short of money, seems Mummy’s sales isn’t going well and daddy hasn’t gotten the time to send the money to us, my mother would ask me to go to Hajia’s house to ask her for some little money as she won’t be able to go because shame wouldn’t let her. I would go to Hajia’s while I greet her and kneel in front of her begging her to give us little money, which we would pay in no time. She would give me the money with so much pity in her eyes. That woman is so kind hearted. She doesn’t even remember to ask for the money. But even if she had asked, how would we have paid back?? Before daddy sends the money, there are many debts which needs to be covered in which the people in question are not as lenient as Hajia. Hmm! what a life! Hajia has helped us not once not twice. There are times she gives us food without us asking, God knows why. She probably knows the kind of condition we are in.
There’s nothing as stupid as people thinking you’re okay and they look up to you for help not knowing you yourself needs more help than they do.
Days we don’t get money, my mother will go to food vendors and pack the remnants of the head of fish which they had sorted out before cooking. She’ll bring them home while she cook it with palm oil, Tin tomato and water. We would eat this with hard eba which she got the garri from our neighbours. We dare not complain about this food because at that moment it is the best.
Although, rain is a source of blessing but to us, it’s a disaster. We never pray for rain to fall because if it does, it won’t be a peaceful night. When we hear the strike of thunder, we start cursing under our breath because our ceiling was leaking. The rain will soak our room making us have an unwanted pool. Days like this aren’t always good. There are days that makes me ask God what my offense is. Once it starts raining, my mother will put the bucket on our bed so as to savour water even though our body will have water drops. She would wake us up and ask us to sleep properly on our small bed which rain had soaked half of it. I and my brother will lay vertically on the bed folding our legs trying to avoid the rain drop. We would sleep so close to each other trying to protect ourselves from the water even though it’s unavoidable. My mother will lay a nylon and wrapper on the already soaked floor because there’s no space for her to sleep on the bed. I and my brother are already occupying the dried place. She would sleep on the wet floor with little rain water dropping on her making the sound TO TO TO. If we are lucky enough, the rain will stop but mostly, it doesn’t stop for a long time. She will sleep in it like that. After all these, she wakes up with fever which I have to take care of her. But I couldn’t take care of her properly because I had to go to school.  That was all I was thinking of when kayode walked up to me. Apparently, he had heard me say “God why me” outside my thought which made him come closer. When I noticed he was the one, I didn’t look at him twice. I stood up as if to walk away. Then stopped me by holding me by the arm. He told me I’ve been crying. I didn’t wait for him to finish his statement when I busted into tears. I told him everything without him asking, I didn’t even realize what I was doing. I guess I just needed someone to talk to, I guess I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me. There he was, Kayode was the someone. He listened without interrupting me, looking at me patiently with so much pity and anger. I wonder why he had mixed feeling, holding me like I was a new born baby and he was afraid of letting go. I told him everything leaving no stone unturned. I felt great after this I told him thank you and I left.  He didn’t say a word either. He looked at me looking speechless and like he has just been hit in the head. I left him while he looked motionless. I’m the one who’s supposed to be feeling this way why him?
I met him the next day to thank him for being a good listener, since then, we’ve been friends. I could tell him anything and he could do the same thing. Turns out behind the ugly and tough look, there’s a soft heart. He asked me out some months after and I didn’t hesitate to say yes.
I’m sure he called to check up on me because of the way I acted in school earlier. I said to my mum after I had narrated the whole thing to her. She smiled and told me to be careful.  But before that, she looked at me from head to toe, eyeing my body and shaking her head as if she was looking for something missing in me. God this is so awkward. Regardless of how close I and my mum are, we’ve not had this kind of conversation.
So Sholape, you have lost your.
Oh no mum, I cut her before she finishes her statement… mummy no I’m still a virgin. Kayode has agreed to wait for me. I intend to keep it till the night of my wedding Mum, I said. She smiled and said you know your virginity is your pride, Keep it well it would earn you a lot in future. I rolled my eyes at her statement knowing that was what she was going to say. I felt awkward yet relieved, knowing I’m no longer hiding anything from my mother. I hugged and said thanks best friend, you’re the best.  She picked at my nose in return warning me not keep anything from her from now on.

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  • Neemah
    April 24, 2017 at 9:36 pm

    God bless my mother

  • Shola
    May 1, 2017 at 8:05 am

    I love your stories Nimah , its a good one and I wish you more of success in life.

  • Neemah
    May 4, 2017 at 10:55 pm

    Amin, thanks alot dear, I wish you success too


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Nimota Ideraoluwa

Nimota Ideraoluwa

I am Teriba Nimota Ideraoluwa, I was born in Ogun state, into a family of eight, I'm the second child of the family and the first female child. Anike is a name my mum calls me whenever I'm sad , Anike is my Oriki (praise name). continue here...