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Tuesday, December 4, 2018

MY FIRST KISS

OMOLARA SEE YOUR LIFE OUTSIDE

I was in SS2. My mum and dad were and still; are senior pastors in a reputable church. I am not a bad child. Anyone who sees me says that and I know it, thanks; you are welcome. I am not a pretender, but I am coded. Let me not bore you about Myself. I was a news caster in my school. Let me not forget to tell you that I was also representing my school in debating activities. God knew I was going to be a media practitioner.

I almost had my first kiss with one of the hottest guys in the compound we lived. I was attending a girl’s school and lived in a boy’s compound. Now you know where I got my tom boy nature from  My mum was sick then and my dad was busy with the getting-well-soon paparazzi.

I escaped it, yes because I had to hide in my mommy’s wardrobe so as to avoid the kiss. Why would he be pursing me just because he wanted my mouth.  I never got over the ordeal until SS3.

Lara was saved, my mouth still a virgin. Now moving to my first year in Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife. Ask around you hear? They will tell you that lara can play and play and play. No wonder I repeated my JSS 1. Are you judging me already? It was kuku not my fault. I attended a local primary school so we always geared towards the 1st position, that I took to my secondary school in which I pursued 1st position. Yeeee I wanted to score 1 so each time i scored 70 in a subject i would cry. kilomode mo (what does a child know), you heard me; 1.  Don’t sweat too much, I graduated as one of the outstanding students.

I fell in the ditch of love.  It was a mutual feeling. You know that feeling right? I had read too many love stories so I lived by them. He saw me off to my hostel everyday but never told me his feelings. I kept my mouth zipped about mine as well. Two months down the line, I was in my department rehearsing for my performance.

I was very tired by the time he came looking for me around 9:00 in the evening. There is something you need to know about my department, we cared less of our looks because of the physical exercises. I am not a white garment church member but I can so walk bare footed for Africa, don’t mind me, Drama courses are like that. DASA KWENU!!!. This guy could not hold his feelings. He took me by hand, led me to social science basement. I was restless; my heart was on a 1500m relay race. I was waiting for what he would do next.

Can you sing this song with me “look my eyes, you will see what you mean to me…search your heart, search your soul…..” I saw love. I melted (heart drumming). He brought his mouth down to mine and opened mine with his, he was stuck. I did not brush my teeth before stepping out of my hostel!!!

Guy , if you should see this post, don’t be mad at me.
No wonder he did't look well when I asked him “what are we going to be doing after now”, I’m sure the response in his mind was, “we will wash your teeth all day long, rubbish”…..

I LOVE MY LIFE

Written by: omolarawrites
Picture source : my gallery
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