My first Love

Oh man, where do I begin? That was like 15 years ago and I still remember some events vividly, the nostalgic feeling when I bumped into that picture. I used to kiss the letters a thousand times before opening lol. Let’s go down memory lane.

My parents had just abandoned me at this boarding school in the middle of nowhere, I was tired from crying and screaming. It was orientation, Form one`s had to come to school three days earlier to familiarize themselves with everything blablabla. As we were walking around the school I bumped into this tall,  cute guy with a fine haircut (like those Ludacris posters you find in every barbershop). We used to call them waves and falls. We were trying to give each other way but ended up bumping into each other, the world froze when he touched my hand and apologized. It was indeed marriage at first sight.

I didn’t know what love was neither did I have a crush before. It was a taboo talking about boys in my family. From an early age, I was told boys will make you pregnant and dump you. I grew up with that belief and to this day I am still scared of being dumped 😆. Three days later he wrote a letter asking me to be his girl, did I not reply to his letter with insults. I told him I wasn’t ready to have a baby as I was just starting high school. He never stopped trying, and the letters kept coming,  fast forward to form 2 end of term I agreed to be his girlfriend and he gave me lollipops. Since we were going home for the holidays, he came to say goodbye and hugged me then later kissed me. That was the beginning of trouble.

I did not know what was going on in my mind from the kiss I started to feel pregnant, I was convinced that the kiss had made me pregnant. I saw myself getting dumped with a child and no father figure. Would you blame me there was no Google at that time and I grew up in this Christian home everything was done according to the book. I became more prayerful than ever, asking God for forgiveness and promising to never date or allow any man close to me. 

When we opened school I broke up with him, I didn’t fall pregnant so I was honoring my promise. But he never stopped loving me and sending letters. Whenever he used to go out for sports he would bring some fries, chicken, and a Cola. He knew I loved food and getting me food was a top-tier love language.  Then one day he gave me an ultimatum, Bro`’got tired of my holier-than-thou attitude I ended up agreeing but with terms and conditions of limited body contact. The relationship was beautiful, we used to talk for hours, laughed and the butterflies damn it was so pure. He was gangster but soft with me. I was convinced that he was going to be my husband, till the day my best friend snatched him away from me. The heartbreak almost joined me with my ancestors. I joined the SU(Scripture Union) commit and became more prayerful than ever.