Accepting my mistakes chapter one
ACCEPTING – MY – MISTAKES. (( 1 ))
It was a cool, Monday morning. I lied on the couch in the sitting room watching TV in my bump short and sleeveless top. I was the only one at home. Everyone had gone to their respective places. Father works as an administrative officer in the prestigious University situated in our town while mother works as secondary school teacher. My siblings were also in their various schools.I am the first child and I just finished writing my O’level exam. Dad had insisted I was only going to write ‘JAMB’ after making 5 credits in my O’level so I was staying at home awaiting my results.Engrossed in the movie I was watching on ‘African Magic’, I just felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Kenny, a guy that washes daddy’s suits and special clothes. Kenny had left Secondary school four years earlier. He is from a poor background so he could not further his education after failing WASSCE several times so he resorted to washing clothes for people to make ends meet.I lifted my body from the couch to respond to him. My eyes went straight to his hairy legs since he was wearing a short. I felt a strange feeling. I wanted the gentle touch the second time.”Good morning Debby, I’ve come to pick daddy’s clothes” He said gently.Well, I wasn’t expecting anyone to enter the house at that moment. He normally comes to pick daddy’s clothes on Saturdays but for a reason he had explained to daddy he wasn’t able to come the last Saturday. I was wearing a revealing clothes and I was ashamed to stand right in front of him.Well, I had no choice than to stand to attend to him. I stood up and tried to squeeze myself in shame to get out of his way into the inside as our sitting room was not too spacious. While struggling, he held myshoulders and places a kiss on my lips.Several times, my colleagues in school had discussed on their first kissand I had always felt like an ‘odd – man – out’ since I’ve not done it before as I had been warned by my parents never to engage in such acts. To worsen things, the movie I was watching on TV had a lot of kissing scenes and I had felt like experiencing it myself.I gave in to Kenny advances and I never felt guilty. I felt like having more of it.Kenny left with daddy’s clothes but I was left reminiscing on my first kiss. I wanted more.Kenny started visiting me in the morning of weekdays when I was always the only one at home and somehow, we started engaging in various sexual immoralities.My results was out and I made my 5 credits so I obtained a JAMB formand I was to enrol for a coaching class in preparation for UME.I woke up one day with a feverish feeling. I couldn’t understand why I slept sound and woke up having fever. I didn’t tell anyone. I had thought it was just a mere malaria and I was going to be fine. Throughout the day, I couldn’t understand my body system and Kennydid not show up that day so I was on my own.The next morning, I had to cook beans for breakfast. I was in the kitchen with mummy when the smell of the beans turned my stomach and I rushed into the toilet to throw up. Mum had thought it was normal as I had always hated cooking and eating beans, so she felt less concerned. I had told Kenny how I was feeling and he advised I treat malaria. It was a surprise to me that Kenny stopped visiting sinceI complained of having fever.That feverish feeling was getting out of hand. I couldn’t hide it anymore. Dad insisted I visited the hospital.”It’s not every illness one must take to the hospital now” I had protested but dad would not listen. He insisted on taking me to the family hospital.After I narrated how I was feeling to the nurse we met at the hospital, she used her fingertip to draw my chins just to check my eyes. She then turned to look into my father’s eyes with one strange look. I looked from her face to my father’s face, that was when I knew trouble is cooking.
To be continued.
It was a cool, Monday morning. I lied on the couch in the sitting room watching TV in my bump short and sleeveless top. I was the only one at home. Everyone had gone to their respective places. Father works as an administrative officer in the prestigious University situated in our town while mother works as secondary school teacher. My siblings were also in their various schools.I am the first child and I just finished writing my O’level exam. Dad had insisted I was only going to write ‘JAMB’ after making 5 credits in my O’level so I was staying at home awaiting my results.Engrossed in the movie I was watching on ‘African Magic’, I just felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was Kenny, a guy that washes daddy’s suits and special clothes. Kenny had left Secondary school four years earlier. He is from a poor background so he could not further his education after failing WASSCE several times so he resorted to washing clothes for people to make ends meet.I lifted my body from the couch to respond to him. My eyes went straight to his hairy legs since he was wearing a short. I felt a strange feeling. I wanted the gentle touch the second time.”Good morning Debby, I’ve come to pick daddy’s clothes” He said gently.Well, I wasn’t expecting anyone to enter the house at that moment. He normally comes to pick daddy’s clothes on Saturdays but for a reason he had explained to daddy he wasn’t able to come the last Saturday. I was wearing a revealing clothes and I was ashamed to stand right in front of him.Well, I had no choice than to stand to attend to him. I stood up and tried to squeeze myself in shame to get out of his way into the inside as our sitting room was not too spacious. While struggling, he held myshoulders and places a kiss on my lips.Several times, my colleagues in school had discussed on their first kissand I had always felt like an ‘odd – man – out’ since I’ve not done it before as I had been warned by my parents never to engage in such acts. To worsen things, the movie I was watching on TV had a lot of kissing scenes and I had felt like experiencing it myself.I gave in to Kenny advances and I never felt guilty. I felt like having more of it.Kenny left with daddy’s clothes but I was left reminiscing on my first kiss. I wanted more.Kenny started visiting me in the morning of weekdays when I was always the only one at home and somehow, we started engaging in various sexual immoralities.My results was out and I made my 5 credits so I obtained a JAMB formand I was to enrol for a coaching class in preparation for UME.I woke up one day with a feverish feeling. I couldn’t understand why I slept sound and woke up having fever. I didn’t tell anyone. I had thought it was just a mere malaria and I was going to be fine. Throughout the day, I couldn’t understand my body system and Kennydid not show up that day so I was on my own.The next morning, I had to cook beans for breakfast. I was in the kitchen with mummy when the smell of the beans turned my stomach and I rushed into the toilet to throw up. Mum had thought it was normal as I had always hated cooking and eating beans, so she felt less concerned. I had told Kenny how I was feeling and he advised I treat malaria. It was a surprise to me that Kenny stopped visiting sinceI complained of having fever.That feverish feeling was getting out of hand. I couldn’t hide it anymore. Dad insisted I visited the hospital.”It’s not every illness one must take to the hospital now” I had protested but dad would not listen. He insisted on taking me to the family hospital.After I narrated how I was feeling to the nurse we met at the hospital, she used her fingertip to draw my chins just to check my eyes. She then turned to look into my father’s eyes with one strange look. I looked from her face to my father’s face, that was when I knew trouble is cooking.
To be continued.
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