...parenting and lifes choices.... I do remember how growing up was after dad passed away. Hmmm...*it isnt that fresh in my memory but there just are certain details I seem not to forget - one of which I would narrate right now. The story youre about to read - Ive never told any one before - it always has been my little secret *kept it so hidden, I almost forgot about it till some weeks back*... ...well... ...the year must have been 97/98, I was still a bubbly kid, promising *I must say* was through with primary school *and was gonna join a low-tution private secondary school later that year*. However, eventhough the reality of the situation hadnt fully dawned on me as at then - Id just lost my dad and mama had transposed from her usual all-smiles-nurturing self to a stern, very strict, fire spewing mother that always sent cold shivers running down my spine whenever she shouted instructions at me...*hmmmm* - cant blame her, the times had hit her hard; being left alone to cater for 6 kids *5 of which were females*; while depending on a Government job that payed just little above 5thousand naira a month - could cause such transformation to anyone *besides, the traditional African Society projects the father figure as a stern looking man that instills fear in the minds of his kids *thinking of it now - I guess mama was being both - *a mother and the African Father*. Well, before long - Id developed such fear for my ma that the once open minded, bubbly kid I was had retired to the background and replaced by the facade of a meek, simple, scared, little, minor with such DARK SECRETS *but, who was I to tell it all to? - my ma? *who had suddenly become Margaret Thatcher* my sisters? *that were more interested in being regarded as elders* or my friends? *they never even understood so much about themselves talk little of me*...*chuckles* and yeah - Speaking of DARK SECRETS *I still remember I was so shocked - and at same time - so much hopeful for more thrills upon the very first time I saw myself ejac. Id accidentally discovered it while bathing - *soaped up my privates, and - for the first time, tried using just my hands (no sponge) to wash it that day...*the sensation got sweeter and sweeter till I saw myself ejaculate...*it felt real good but something about it still felt weird - *thought about telling ma for a minute* BUT she was gonna shout and lash at me *that was it - and that was how I never mentioned anything to her*... ...was that my secret? NO...*definitely not*...*but then, I sure had discovered some pleasure in 1 (kept from mama) and I was gonna have more... In that same year, a family friend of ours - whod been denied VISA to the UK - came around (with her own fam - just 2 boys) to temporarily reside with us pending on when her VISA would be granted. I became friends with the younger of the boys - his name? Tunde (not his real name) *we were of same age group* and got so fond of each other - but little did I know what I was in for. *hmmm*... ...to be continued...
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 08:53:36 +0000
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