Just as I sat on the wall of the uncompleted building waiting, she stumbled passed me. She walked as though her legs were lost under her. At first I thought she was sleep walking until I could see her eyes fully aware of her path. She looked tired and trampled. Her legs casually caught each other in her missteps and she nearly fell a couple of times. It was thirty minutes past midnight and I wondered where she was from. She looked like she was on her way home. But where was she from ? A young girl, probably 15 or 16 walking alone in the darkness of the night.
It was not unusual to see a group of girls outside at the time or even just one but for this one, it was her demeanor that caught my attention. She wore a tight pair of jeans, fairly beginning to develop, and placed her scarf roughly on her head. I’m pretty sure she wasn’t aware of it.
As I kept looking at her and wandered in my mind for some possible answers, I got startled by the fresh wind that had just almost push my bike down. The little girl was in sight again, this time she was fading into the darkness towards the bridge of a wide gutter. I just hoped she didn’t fall into it.
In my mind, I said goodnight to her and wished her well. But then I still wanted an answer. Since I couldn’t get one from her, I came up with a wild guess. I wasn’t surprised how fast I accepted the assumption that she was from a guy’s place and was going back home. From the way she walked, something sweet or something painful might have happened. I thought.
I closed my thoughts and began to focus on my own mission. Besides she was already gone. I had come to invite a female friend over. My innocent girlfriend had ended the call and went to bed a while ago yet this self isolation thing hadn’t stopped playing with my head. The night could just become better and sweeter if only I wasn’t turned away. Now I’m here and waiting. It’s been a while now.
To cut my long story short, it went as planned. I earned a sleepover. I think I might just be caught this time around. The last time our maid had to delay my girlfriend as I insisted my friend took the back door out. With explosive excitement , I sat on my bike and she sat next before I started off slowly. We rode across the bridge and took a right turn. Lo! and behold, it was the girl again.
I had not turned fully. Her shadow planted on the wall behind her as my lights hit her. I tried to lower my lights, just then I noticed she wasn’t alone now. A male figure came into the light when I fully turned. It was a narrow path between two houses. The two began to move to the right side of the wall so I could pass through. The boy looked startled. He was short, probably 18 or early 19. Just before I turned my face away, I noticed something interesting. The boy had quickly passed a pack of pills to the girl. She took it reluctantly. While I passed by, I noticed the girl looked confused and appeared to not want to take the pills.
‘You can take it’, he said
‘it’s just two’
‘Just two?’
‘Yes. Here. Someone is coming’ as he pushed it to her.
The guy took a heavy sigh of relief. He looked at me with a sense of confidence and pride in his accomplishment as I rode pass.
Now I’m speeding on the empty road around 1am. I can feel her head on my back while holding my waist tight. We don’t talk so much at this time. We were together some time back. It’s just a mutual understanding now. I see her I want to hit, she sees me she wants a hit. So we keep it that way; secret, strict, and sweet.
My head is full of thoughts about the girl, and then the boy. At least my curiosity was satisfied. I’m now fully convinced that either something sweet or something painful happened or both. I felt a little proud of my sharp instincts, I gave an imaginary salute to myself. Just then I felt bothered. It was something about the pills. My lights are lost in those of the street poles. It is a smooth glide. Why did the girl have to take the pills ?
I’m no stranger to contraceptives. It just the question that comes to mind. Why does it always have to be the girls or ladies bearing the responsibility. Why can’t we give only cum or not at all ? From my own encounters, ladies don’t seem to like taking those pills that much.
We’ve taken the last turn onto the street leading straight to my house. A few dogs crossing ahead, then I thought, maybe, it was not just the cum and pills that bothered me, but the young girl. In her early teens, how long has she been exposed to this? Was she fully aware of what she was taking? What about the boy? Why did he look at me as though he wanted me to be proud of him? How long before this becomes routine for them? How long before she becomes like my female friend and the boy like me? All these I sought answers to as I unlocked the door and held it open for my friend to walk in. It was going to be a sweet night after all.
[Lansah Lawrence]
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