How I Lost My Virginity…..EPISODE 1

My name is Lomew Inyang, am 16 years old. I had just finished my secondary school few months and I was looking for a place to go, far away from home, for a change of environment. So when my immediate elder brother told me that it was cool if I wanted to come and spend some time with him at his off-campus apartment in Owerri, I was more than happy to grab the offer with both hands, bum, foot and all
Immediately, I went shopping for new clothes. I wanted to look the part of an undergraduate (abi una wan make I fall my hand unto make those campus babes sabi say I be Johnny-Just-Come (JJC)?)

The next day, after I had the chat with my brother on BBM, I set out to IMSU. When I got to the final bus stop at Douglas road, I called him to notify him of my arrival.

Me: Hafa na. I don dey for the last bus stop.

Isinke: Am not at home now. I still dey school. See what will happen, take a keke to IMSU Small Gate, after everybody don drop, beg the keke man to carry you go my lodge, e no far from the junction….so that your load no go hard you carry..

Me: Which load?

Isinke: The load wey you carry dey come na.

Me: I no carry any load come o. Na only my school bag wey I carry for back.

Isinke: (feigning vex) You de mad o. Dem tell you say I come school come open a charity or Lomew organization? You’re coming from house main main and you’re telling me na only your school bag wey you carry? The kain thunder wey go fire that bag wey dey your back don de write final year exams.

Me: Ah ah bros, calm your titties na.

Isinke: No just let me swear for you this hot afternoon.

Me: Say wetin happen?

Isinke: As you dey on the road dey come so, wetin your mind tell you say you go de chaw when you come?

Me: Food na. Food no dey your house?

Isinke: Even if I get food, so your plans na to come and finish am abi? If you no carry foodstuff, make sure you carry enough money dey come o.

Me: Don’t worry, I got you covered.

Isinke: You better. Anyways, go house go chill. Later this night we go go one better joint wey dem just open make I know how far you got me covered.

Me: (laughed) that’s not the kind of cover I meant. I meant the kitchen kind of cover not joint kind of cover.

Isinke: Whatever. Abeg, class wan start. We go see later.

The call ended. I put my phone back into my pocket and asked a passer-by where I can get a keke going to IMSU Small Gate. He told me. I crossed to the opposite junction and entered a keke going my direction. As the tricycle was moving, I was looking at the young people walking or standing on the sidewalk, they were probably students, I mused. I then started wishing I was already in the University. The keke man dropped me in front of my brother’s lodge with an additional charge. Immediately I stepped down, my phone rang – my brother.

Me: Which other swear you swear for me again?

Isinke: Nothing like that bro. My girlfriend just called me and told me she prepared some food in my room. She is still there. So when you get to my room, just knock, she will open for you.

Me: You mean she will open for me?

Isinke: The door, fool! He ended the call. I entered inside the compound, found the door that was written ‘8’ on it, knocked thrice and waited. ……

To be continued…..