Forever + 1 day


All these things feel like they happened decades ago. Well in reality it has almost been 10 years. Some times it feels like it never happened, like I never had anybody love me the way my Obi did, like I did not devote myself to someone like I did to him too. But when I look at my daughter Eizabeth, I know it was all real.

After we declared our love for each other in SS3, Obi and I started unofficially dating. We met at odd times in odd places. I knew what I was doing was morally wrong, but I could not help myself. I knew that I was not being fair to Adaugo whether or not I liked her, and I didn’t like being the one to make a guy cheat on his girl; but I kept telling myself that this was a different situation. Obi and I rarely spoke about his girlfriend. He asked me to give him some time to break it to her gently but that he would eventually. I believed him.

The love and affection that Obi showered on me was overwhelming.I remember the day we shared our first kiss, my first kiss ever. We met on a sunny Saturday afternoon to take a stroll around the school garden; I can’t even remember what we were talking about. We walked down the path holding hands and giggling at some joke, then Obi stepped in front of me. When I looked into his eyes, I just knew what was about to happen. He looked at me so intensely, that I could feel the fire of his passion burning into me. Slowly he lowered his head and gave me a tentative kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes to savor the moment and wished it would last forever. When I opened my eyes, I saw him still looking at me.

“You have never been kissed before, have you?” Obi asked.

I could barely hide my blush. Of course I had never been kissed on my mouth before and I had no idea what I was doing. “How can you tell?” I asked.

“Well you did not respond to my kiss.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” I asked in confusion. I thought I had just shared a passionate kiss with the boy of my dreams.

“Let’s do it again, and this time just go with the flow, do what ever you want to.”

I did not quite understand what Obi meant but I was willing to try. I perked my lips and stood on tip toes to touch my lips on his; to my surprise I felt his tongue sweep across my lips. I don’t know how long we stood there kissing, but our lips began a ritual of their own. Obi and I shared many more kisses after that, but none could ever top that first one. It is one of my most precious memories of the times we shared together.

Our relationship remained a secret and I began to wonder exactly when he planned on telling Adaugo about us. It hurt me every time I saw them hand in hand around the school campus, and I had to bite my tongue each time she came back to the hostel to show off the gifts he had bought for her.Whenever I confronted him about it, Obi would be quick to reassure me that he was working on things. I still believed him.

One day Obi told me he had arranged a special weekend for me, just to show me how much he really cared about me, and to prove he loved me more than anyone else. It was the weekend before valentine’s day in 2002.  He paid a teacher to write an excuse for both of us and even rented a car we would use for the day. We went shopping, stopped at a photo studio to take pictures, bought some ice cream and sharwama which we shared. Our pass was supposed to expire on Sunday afternoon so we decided to get a hotel room to spend the night together. Obi took his time to set up a romantic scene for me in the room. Rose petals on the bed, bottle of wine on ice, soft music playing in the background.

Obi took me into his arms very gently. We started dancing to the sultry sounds of Lionel Richie. His body felt warm against mine. I could hear his heart beat with my ear resting on his broad chest. The tension in the room was so strong and we both knew where we were headed. My mother warned me of what letting a boy between my legs would lead to, but this was my Obi, not some random guy I picked off the street.

Obi stared into my eyes so deeply like he could see into my soul. I could feel the evidence of his desire pushing hard against me. Without thinking I blurted out, “Make love to me.” It sounded strange even to my own ears, but once it was out I realized that I meant it.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked looking concerned.

“Well don’t you want it too?” My heart jumped to my throat at the thought that he may not share the same feeling.

“Of course I do. I just want to make sure you are sure.”

“Good. Then make love to me my love.” Our fate was sealed after that statement.

I would not feel comfortable going into details about what transpired next, but I can tell you it was quite an experience. The pain was excruciating at first, but when my body got comfortable with him inside me things got better. It was a little awkward since it was a first time for both of us, but we soon got into the age old rhythm of mating. Who better to share this experience with than my best friend. Our love was going to last forever; I was very sure of that, so I was not afraid.

Obi released the seed of his manhood inside me as he climaxed and collapsed on the bed next to me. I snuggled closer and laid my head on his chest listening to his heart beat settle. As he drifted to sleep Obi whispered, “I’d love you forever plus a day more.” I smiled. As sleep came to take me as well a nagging thought hit me; we did not use any protection.

Oh well! Let tomorrow take care of itself. I planned to savor every moment of that precious, intimate time; moreover it was just one time. The thoughts of a naive teenager. Things were just about to get real. Real life was about to set in.


(To be continued)

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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