Living With My Grandma Episode 20

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Twenty:

Fair Warning: This episode is long. Not too long tho.
But it’s advisable to read when you’re not in a hurry to scroll down.
So you might need to revisit if it bumps on when you are not free.
Happy reading.

The following weekend after I welcomed my blue jet, my mother arrived home. I was emotional seeing her again. We were almost crying as she embraced me. My mom and I were the same kind of person; too emotional and fragile.

She came back with lots of goodies and baby kinds of stuff. She came purposely to help me take care of the baby, knowing grandma was aging and wouldn’t want her to stress herself, bathing and doing all the massaging and oiling of the baby.

Before her arrival, grandma had been the one doing all those things, I was just watching and learning from her. She was also using hot water and pieces of cloth to massage me down there, yeahhh…down there. It was painful that I’d scream anytime she does it. So my mom took over from grandma. She bathed my baby, wore his diapers, and rubbed her baby oil too.

I didn’t know that I’d have cramps after my baby was born and it would be a bit uncomfortable. My mom said it usually happens because after birth, according to her, the uterus starts to shrink back to its pregnancy size and it does so by cramping. Though she said I shouldn’t be scared that it would only last for a few days.

  Two days after my mother arrived, late in the night, we got talking and she asked who the father of the baby was and where I met him. Somehow, I felt nervous and it seemed hard to narrate how it all happened. Well, she is my mother and she had been supportive, unlike my father who didn’t even ask about the father of my unborn baby then, instead he chose to beat me.

I narrated my love story with Meska, and how Meska and I eventually slept a day before my exam. I couldn’t stand to tell her all the other sex escapades between Meska and I. What about the atrocities Darlington and I committed? I didn’t mention them. I only told her about my last sex with Meska. I lied? Yes, I did.

My mom was so kind that she didn’t make me feel bad about the past. Neither did she scold me. She knew what I needed then was care, love, and attention. She said I must have learned my lessons the hard way. She further stressed she would like to meet Meska. Now, you see the difference between my father and my mother? Their actions were different.

My uncles reached out to me on the phone call. They also sent money for my newborn baby. I was happy to see them show some love. Only Clinton was particularly interested in seeing my baby, so we did a video call. Kate called me regularly after I informed her about my newborn baby.
There was one significant thing about my baby that always bring back Meska’s memories and that was the shape of his mouth. Just a replica of Meska’s mouth.

After seven days, mom asked what names I’d like to call him. I was all smiles and didn’t even know what to think. “Should I name him on your behalf?” She added jokingly. “No. I’ll name him myself.” Well, I called my baby boy Jesse, and his native name was Chimezie. Grandma insisted on naming him too, she called him Chibueze. There was no special naming ceremony. My baby was later baptized in our church.

  Nurturing my baby was challenging and exhausting. There were several nights I stayed up breastfeeding him so he could stop crying. It was never easy. Sometimes breast milk wasn’t his problem when he cries, it might just be the weather and other things I couldn’t help. My grandma and my mom knew these things and I was glad to have both of them. Darlington was also still in the house. He helped do some house chores. 

During this period, I fed like a glutton because my baby was taking up everything through breast milk. There were days I ate four times a day, other days I woke up late at night to feed on junk food. I thought I’d stop feeding on junks after giving birth, but I progressed to being a pro.

    In a matter of a week, those “fun” aspects of being a teenager went out the window to make room for diaper changes and late-night feedings. But despite the challenges of being a young mother, there was this joy of motherhood that filled my heart each time I saw my baby smiling.  I was lucky to have a supportive mom, but as a young parent, I felt irredeemable.  It may not be the life I planned so meticulously, but it’s one I wouldn’t give up for anything in the world. 

After a month and a few days, it was Unizik’s resumption date and I wasn’t ready and fit for the struggles and hurdles on campus, so I went with what mom said I should do—and with the help of my course advisor, and the head of my department, I applied for withdrawal for one year, stating my reasons. It wasn’t something I did happily but that was what I felt was the best too.

After two weeks, my course advisor called and informed me to come to school for my letter. She said the school Senate approved my request. So I went back to school to pick up my letter from her while my mates were in the first semester of the second year. I’m not going to lie, I really felt it.
I didn’t change my accommodation for anything, so I renewed the rent even when I wouldn’t stay for one full session. Well, the money was there, so that was the least of the things that bothered me.

When I got back home from school that day, scrolling through my WhatsApp, my departmental group chat was filled with loads of messages and when I went through the messages, it was congratulatory texts from my coursemates. How did they even find out I had given birth? I guess one of them must have seen me in school earlier that day. At the end of the day, I thanked them generally for their warm wishes.

     After I suspended my studies for a year, it felt like an exercise in explaining myself to the people in the neighborhood. I was equally filled with thoughts like, how would I cope? Would I ever go back to University? There were heavy questions to load someone up with at a vulnerable time, and I was barely forming the answers myself. 

Again, I can’t stress how lucky I was to have the support of my family behind me. Without their help, I wouldn’t have found it easy raising my baby. It was hard though, but I was doing okay, and, well, my life was no longer just about me. My son’s presence in my life brought on a new season of purpose. I was becoming less focused on myself, and more focused on doing what was best for both of us.

Gradually, my baby was growing, after two months, my mom traveled back to the city. I wished she never did but for the sake of her business. It would have been lovely if I followed her to Abuja with my boy, but my father didn’t buy that idea. He wanted me to suffer it alone and that way I’d learn my lessons.

During the time I was off in school, raising my baby boy, I did feel sad at times when I would see my departmental group bubble with so much information concerning the new courses they offered. I feel bad they were ahead of me and I wasn’t also going to graduate with them. It worried me that I wouldn’t know anyone properly when graduating with other sets and my coursemates would have done it without me.

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 Fast forwarding, a year quickly passed, I mean one academic session passed and it was time to return to campus to finish up what I started. My baby was a year old too. I knew it would be difficult coping with him and going to classes, so I found a private nursery very close to my apartment and it was amazing. My boy started there and he was happy. 

My coursemates were lovely and understanding, they contributed some money and gave me for my baby. I marveled. They were in their third year and I was in my second year with a different set of people. I found their course rep and he added me to their departmental group chat. So I was existing on two different platforms; my original set and the set I would be graduating with.

I missed Kate on my return to my apartment. Why? She had moved out. She packed into another lodge for a new session. She said she was tired of certain things in the apartment. Well, she still visited during the week. She told me how her sister was able to raise her baby during her school days and that really motivated me. And though I realized there was still a difficult journey ahead, I was ready for it.
My son was my priority. He was the light of my life, and seeing him happy and knowing that I was going to graduate someday, kept me going on the long night. My son went to daycare during lecture period and I did the best I could to take care of him while studying for exams and completing other assignments in the evening.

One day, my mom and I were talking on the phone and she asked if Meska had come to see his baby. It was then I made it clear to her I wasn’t talking to him for long and we haven’t been on good terms too. My mom wasn’t pleased with that. She said I should let him know I have delivered, that no matter what, Meska is still the father of my baby and it wouldn’t change. She added that he deserves to see him too, after all, it was the two of us who brought him to life.
“Don’t you want your baby to have a father figure?” She said over the phone.

I unblocked Meska’s number and via WhatsApp too. One day, I cunningly texted him and he was shocked. Though he felt I was trying to win him back or wanting us to continue the relationship, I was quick to notice it through his texts, so I told him clearly why I unblocked him. Meska was delighted to hear he has turned into a father. He said he wasn’t in town, but would come to Awka anytime he arrived to see his baby. This was something I dreaded. I didn’t want him to know where I lived. Meska demanded a video call, I granted him, he saw Jesse and was all smiles. He teased me, saying I had changed and turned into a bigger person. He wasn’t looking bad, judging by his look on camera, he was looking fresh and clean.

After the call, we got chatting, he was sorry for the days of my pregnancy and he did say I was wicked for not informing him the day I delivered. I don’t know how he did it but I found myself laughing while reading his messages. I was supposed to be angry but I was smiling.

  Towards the mid of the semester, Meska called and said he was on his way to Awka. He said he was around Onitsha. I told him to call me whenever he gets to Ifite, and he said okay. He was coming with his car and that spoke volumes of how he had metamorphosed. Meska now has a car? Wow! I said to myself.

An hour later, I didn’t hear from Meska. I didn’t want to call him, so I waited to see if he would come in the next thirty minutes. Two hours and he still didn’t call to ask for direction.

Three hours on, I swallowed my pride and dialed his number. It rang but wasn’t answered. I dialed the second time and was startled by the voice I heard over the phone, a female voice. “Please come to Regina Caelii Special Hospital, Awka. The owner of this phone was involved in an accident not long ago.” Shivers ran through my spines. I quickly wore my clothes and dressed up my baby, and we left.

We arrived at the hospital in a jiffy and headed straight to the ward I was informed to come. Jeez, the scene of Meska in the bed was horrible, it was way too terrifying to the eyes. When I asked the doctor what was involved, he began to mention: “He suffered brain bleeding, broken collar bone, 3 ribs, and entire right arm, shoulder, and a punctured lung.

But without a beat, Meska smiled when I came in with Jesse. But there was a problem. The problem? Most of his memory was gone of our interactions and he didn’t know who I was. He remembered some memory but not much overall. I was losing myself instantly. How could this terrible thing happen to Meska? I was confused and didn’t know what else to do. My heart kept pounding faster than usual. I stood helpless and got tired of explaining myself to him.

  Later in the evening, they were able to reach one of his family people and before they arrived, I left with my baby. 

For days, the thought of what happened to Meska sickened me. I was so bothered about him. Well, life continued, and I prayed he gets better.

My second year at the University seemed like forever due to the industrial strike by ASUU. It was during this strike period I met the love of my life, Ikenna. You still remember him right? Yes, the guy I told you that dropped out after writing junior waec with us. Ikenna was still the same person that drove me home that night after Meska broke up with me. Yes, you remember him now, right? Well, by the description above, you should remember him, Ikenna, the electrician. His life had transformed. Ikenna was living in the United Kingdom and was doing pretty well for himself.

At first, he didn’t know I had a child. I dreaded telling him about it when we first met after he arrived from Uk. I didn’t know he wanted me, so I kept my son away from him. When finally I realized he had so much interest in me and wanted more from me, I opened up to him, telling him I was a single mother. He said he didn’t mind and I felt that was some sort of joke. I knew most men don’t like single mothers but Ikenna proved to be different.

Well, at the moment, I’m in my finals, and Ikenna and I have been in a long-distance relationship for two years now. Things are going pretty well for us. I’m proud of myself that I went back and continued with my degree. I have changed so much, but it is all for the better. I literally cannot imagine my life without my son and I’m so incredibly grateful to him for helping me grow into the woman I am now. It was because of him I was able to find the depth of my strength.

If you’re reading this because you find yourself in an unexpected pregnancy, I want you to know it does get better. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
My finals at the university haven’t been easy because I have been running around for my projects and at the same time working out my Visa. Yes, you heard me right. As soon I finish up and hopefully, God’s swilling I get my Visa, I’d be joining Ikenna in Uk, after a closed family marriage. That’s the plan.

My son? My mom finally took him to be with them during my third year, so I could focus in my studies. I’m thankful for my mom, my grandma, my uncles, Kate, Darlington, and everyone who shaped my life, Meska, and my father too.

Winks.

My life didn’t work out the way I planned it, but God’s plan was magical. I had thought Meska would end up being the father to my unborn children, but it was unfortunate it happened that way. Jesse would always remind me of him anytime I look him in the face. I really can’t wait to graduate, get married to the love of my life and move to UK. And for now, this is the end of my story and I hope to tell more of my love life with Ikenna when finally I get there.

THE END…!!!

Living With My Grandma Episode 19

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Nineteen:

The following week, Kate was finally back from the weekend. During one of her early morning checkups on me, I opened up to her about my plight. I told her everything Meska said. I needed to hear someone else’s opinion. Kate was mute for some seconds after I narrated my ordeal.
When finally she cleared her throat, she said he has the right to know if he is the father of my unborn child. She also said I shouldn’t go back to Meska just like that, or else I’d end up regretting my decision.

Kate said and I paraphrase: “What if he didn’t meet you at the cyber café? What if you tell him he’s not the one responsible? Do you think he would want to continue?” She went on with so many “what if” questions that she seemed to be offended by Meska’s action. It was as if she was taking it personally and I felt she was pained.

Well, that wasn’t all from Kate. She still said I should follow my heart, so it wouldn’t seem as if she was the one that made decisions for me. I could tell from her words that she didn’t want it to be obvious she didn’t like Meska. I appreciated her thoughts and suggestions too.

Truth is, my mind was long made up not to have any business with Meska again even though I still missed him as my first love but going back to him was something I dreaded so much. It felt like going back to my vomits. Though I have watched movies and read books in which the protagonist eventually ended up with her ex-boyfriend after a terrible breakup. Well, people are different and unique and I felt I couldn’t deal with going back to Meska after what he did.

So I did exactly what Kate had said to me. It was during one of his regular WhatsApp pestering that I told him I was carrying his baby. Meska was so excited. He used all manner of stickers to express how he felt. I was just wondering why he was excited. While he texted in two lines, I replied reluctantly in one line. I used words like, Okay, yeah, I don’t know, don’t ask me.

Not even a single emoji accompanied my texts. He was busy writing epistles, asking when he would see me again. He said he needed us to talk, do this, and that. I should send him my address. I shunned him to keep off from me, that he shouldn’t bother looking for me because he wouldn’t succeed.

He kept holding on to the fact I was carrying his baby to the extent I regretted why I told him earlier. Maybe I shouldn’t have informed him
For good two days, Meska texted me morning and night, trying to rekindle the fire but little did he know the ashes had been watered with a bucket of water. I can’t explain what came over me that I was able to shut off the feelings to go back to him. Maybe I didn’t want him to add to my problems.

I eventually blocked him on WhatsApp and blocked his line too. It was not something I planned on doing but he pushed me so hard that I felt it was the best option and I didn’t regret blocking him. He was always calling me on WhatsApp and video calls too, he was becoming a nuisance, so I stopped him from messing with my mental health. If not for anything, for the sake of my studies and well-being. I deserved some peace of mind.

That was how Meska and I stopped communicating, and whenever an unknown number called, I simply ignored it. I felt he was the one.
So, one day when I doubted my instincts, I answered a call from one of the random numbers that had been calling me, lol, and behold, it was his voice that pierced through my phone. I hanged up immediately and blocked that one too. He finally stopped calling.

He wanted me back but I didn’t want him as much as he desired and longed for me. The thought of him betraying me despite all I did for him made me feel he doesn’t deserve a second chance. Maybe later, but not now that I’m faced with school challenges and hurdles, I said to myself.

  My first semester at Unizik wasn’t an easy ride. But even though I felt uncomfortable, I was determined to succeed in my studies. I tried my best to ignore the judgment around me and focus on school. I wanted to set a good example for my unborn baby. I wanted to show him that it’s important never to back down from a challenge. There is no such thing as giving up. So I stood strong enough despite all odds. 

Darlington visited one of the weekends. He came on a Friday evening and left the next day because nobody was staying with grandma. While he was with me, we talked and laughed out loud. I had always enjoyed his company. At night, he opted to sleep on the floor but I pleaded for him to share the bed with me but Darlington said he was fine with the floor, I gave him one of my wrappers, so he used it.
I’m sure you understand what he was trying to avoid. Yes, he didn’t trust himself enough to resist me and I respected him for that.

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  Fast forward to eight months of my pregnancy, it was becoming more intense and challenging by the day. It was my first time and it was hellish. Pregnancy comes with sleepless nights and unsteady health conditions. 

My second-semester exam was in two weeks. So I went to my course advisor. I told her I was likely to withdraw and come back later. But she encouraged me and asked me to be very strong for the remaining days of the semester, so the withdrawal would make sense. My initial plan was to withdraw and come back the following year but she said I’d have to start all over again if I didn’t wait to write my second-semester exam. And that would automatically make my first semester a waste.

That was what gave me the courage to continue. My course advisor was incredibly supportive. Dr. Mrs. Catherine Akuchukwu, if you’re reading this, I want you to know that I love you, ma. God bless you for being supportive in my university days at Unizik. I’m grateful for everything you did for my sake.

Without her, I wouldn’t have had the courage to continue. She later prayed a short prayer with me in her office and assured me that my unborn baby would open doors for me since I didn’t terminate him as others would do. Yes, him! That was according to the doctor, but I’d wait to see if their scan was right. I was equally expecting a baby boy, too. Don’t ask me why.

Winks.

I called my mom and informed her of what my course advisor said because she was the one who asked me to withdraw and come back later. There was nothing she could do rather than encouraged me to finish up since my exams would start in two weeks. Yet I didn’t hear from my father. I didn’t call him too. I hated being scolded or shouted at, so there was no need to invite it myself.

 During the second semester exam, the investigators were kind enough not until the second to the last day of the examination, shit happened. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive that man with a bicycle head for making me fail one of my courses. He stubbornly submitted my answer script when he caught me looking into one of my colleague's  paper. Despite my pleads and that of my course mates. He remained adamant.

This man submitted my script forty minutes after we started and my script was still empty. It was one of those things I faced as an undergraduate.
The last day of my second-semester exam was the day I bumped into Meska again. This time he was with his coursemates in a flashy car. They all wore the same clothes, celebrating their last paper as an undergraduate. They were jubilating and applauding themselves for starting and finishing together. It was about eight flashy cars in a convoy. His department was more of boys, just a few girls.

Well, Meska saw me and I saw him too, but we didn’t say anything to each other. He gave me that look that justify he wasn’t pleased with me but I wasn’t moved. I got to where they were and went my way and didn’t bother looking back.

The end of the second-semester examination meant the end of year one. Unizik academic calendar was also fast and there was no ASUU strike that year. I was grateful to God for seeing me through. I thanked Kate for being supportive too.
I went home two days later with my almost due belly. I didn’t go during the day. I waited till evening before I left Awka. I came back around 7 pm and was excited to see Grandma and Darlington again. Home sweet home. I was glad.

Five days later, aroun5 am, I started feeling unusual. It was so intense that Darlington rushed to call Papa Ada, one of our neighbors who owned a car. Darlington helped me get into the car. I was so weak. Grandma was standing with her rechargeable lamp. She was supposed to go to church that morning but she joined us as we headed toward the hospital.

Long story short, before 6 am, I was delivered of a bouncing baby boy. He was damn heavy. I can’t remember vividly what he weighed. It might seem so simple I said I was delivered of a baby boy, trust me, it wasn’t an easy ride. I went through distress and anguish. But I was thankful to God it was successful and didn’t involve surgery.
Ziggy, welcome to motherhood, I said to myself while I lay tiredly on the hospital bed.

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 16

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Sixteen:

After I realized I had been offered admission to study the course of my choice, I was steadily active in the aspirant group chat. I didn’t want to miss out on any important information relating to the clearance and every other registration process.

A week later, I was beginning to notice some changes in my body. I felt tired regularly, my boobs hurt and I was nauseous and 3 days late for my period. It was strange. I never felt that way before and my instincts insisted I was expecting a baby!!! But I quickly debunked that thought immediately. How could it be now that I have been offered admission?

Another thing that made me feel I had been knocked up was the unignorable urge to pee. Like, I was the queen of holding my urge to use the restroom. I always prefer to hold it in. But when I tried many times, I found out I couldn’t do that anymore. I always rush to the bathroom and pee.

Grandma seemed to notice the changes too, but I told her I was sick. I knew if I had delayed more and didn’t act fast, and peradventure it turned out I was pregnant, she would know after some days. So, I opened us to Darlington. I told him about the changes I had been noticing lately. He asked if Meska and I did anything, I didn’t lie, I said yes. He shook his head, disappointed. I didn’t care. I only needed to do something very urgent before it becomes obvious if perhaps my assumptions were true.

     Darlington agreed to assist. Truth be told, he was literally like my bestie. My partner in crime. It seemed as if weren’t blood-related. I’d say friends with benefits. That was weird though, but that was what it seemed like.  Darlington later confessed he wanted to date Annabel but he soon found out she was a ‘player’ and he didn’t like her ‘Aba' brought up kind of attitude, too. I knew Darlington told lies sometimes, so I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere, or if it was part of his lies. That boy can tell lie for Africa. I fear who no fear Darlington.

So, Darlington obliged to help me find out if I was pregnant or not. He asked for money, I gave him #500 naira. He went to a nearby chemist and returned.
He came back with what he called a pregnancy test. I haven’t heard of it before. I didn’t even know such a thing existed. It’s like litmus paper. He then taught me how it’s been used. According to him, I’d need to pee and dip the paper inside my pee, if it turned out with a double stripe, it meant positive but if the outcome was just a single strip, then it meant I wasn’t pregnant. Darlington said it’s better used in the morning, which was according to the Chemist. He said it was in the morning when hCG levels are most concentrated in the urine.

Did I even know what hCG level was? Damn! I was just scared. Something kept telling me I was pregnant, considering the marathon sex with Meska that early morning. And realizing Meska and I wasn’t in good terms worsened my fear.

   So, one morning, I summoned the courage to do the test. I told Darlington I was going to check it that morning. So he was in my room when I went inside the bathroom with a container. My heart thudded against my ribs. I was scared of the unknown. What if it eventually turns out double? What next? What would grandma say? My mom, Dad, and siblings? The neighbors?  And my admission, too? I was startled by my thoughts. It’s all your fault, when you were smooching with him, you didn’t realize that for every action, there are equal and opposite reactions, the thought that came judging me. 

When I did the sign of the cross, my eyes were closed for no reason. I pulled my undies, bent down, and peed on a container. I opened my eyes and brought out the pregnancy test that looked like paper. I read and re-read the instructions and precautions on its body.

“Zee,” Darlington called from my room.
“Yes, I’m coming.”
“Why is it taking you time?”

Silence.

“I hope you know how to use it?”

Silence.

“Zeeee.. You’re not saying anything?” He finally opened the door and met me crying.

“What is it?” He took the pregnancy test from my hand and glanced at it. There were two red lines. I was on the mission to multiply and fill the earth.
Darlington hissed and shook his head, disappointed.
“Zee, why? You should have done better? Why allow that boy to drill you without protection?” He added to my discomfort.
“Ssshhh..” I admonished him to keep shut amidst tears that flooded my cheeks and eyes.

Grandma was around, and I didn’t want her to find out. “Then, stop crying, too. Isn’t she going to ask why you’re crying?” I was mute. I didn’t know what to say or answer. “Zee, there’s always a way out,” he said, leading me out from the bathroom to my room. “What way? Abortion, isn’t that what you think?” I said inaudibly. He didn’t say anything. He simply sat at the edge of my bed.

“You know abortion is a big sin and what if I die in the process?”
“Can you just stop? Nobody is going to die. This is not one of those books you read,” he paused.
“What do you mean?”
“I meant what I said. Besides, there’s nothing like big sin and small sin. All sins are equal before God.

I stared Surprisingly at him. I knew we were taught in Catholic Church that there is small and big sin and what he wanted me to do was categorized as a big sin. Darlington and I weren’t of the same denomination though. His father was one of the senior pastors of one Pentecostal church. Darlington was just the opposite of his father. He was far from being a pastor’s son. He was simply a very good bad boy. His look can be deceitful.

“Yes. There is nothing like big sin you just have to do this and save yourself before anyone else finds out. You know your father would be disappointed.”
Darlington was saying all manner of things and I felt the devil was just speaking through him. He must have done something similar too. Not like I was planning to keep the pregnancy but I was equally considering if I peradventure I passed out in the process.

I was young and I didn’t know what it feels like to get rid of pregnancy. I have only read in books and stories how strange and sharp objects are being inserted into a woman’s genitalia, and the whole process hurts them too. While some died in the process and a few others had lost their wombs during the process. And above all, it was considered a big sin before God. Soiling one’s hand with blood. That though dreaded me too. So, I’d have to kill an innocent baby?

Then, Darlington went on to narrate there were modern ways of getting rid of it. Hence, mine was still tender, just weeks of pregnancy. He said there won’t be any form of complication. He said I’d only need to take some drugs and get the thing flushed away. Dude said it like it was so easy. I haven’t done it before and his words were gradually sinking in my heart.

For a few minutes, I simply sat there. I couldn’t feel anything and my brain didn’t seem to work. It was as if everything was behind a thick pane of glass. My eyes were wide and I couldn’t focus them. I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to do.

“Zee, whenever you’re ready, tell me. I’ll buy the drugs. Act fast oo..before grandma finds out.” He headed towards the door and when he opened it, he was shocked. Grandma was standing behind the door and it was obvious she had been there for a while. Damn! I was frozen. I felt my heart beating faster than usual. Darlington stood there like a pole. He was dumbfounded.

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 15

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Fifteen:

Grandma came in and walked straight in my direction. Her countenance wasn’t that rosy. She coughed and cleared her throat. My heart was beating gbim gbim gbim… Darlington still stood at the door waiting to hear what grandma would say or do.

“Ziora, so you’re pregnant?” She finally broke the awkward silence in the Igbo language.
“Noo, I’m not pregnant, grandma. We were just…”
“Mechieee onu — shut up!” She exclaimed.
It was at this point I knew I was in deep shit. She seemed to have been listening to all we have been saying. Darlington turned to walk out but she called him back.

“And you, special adviser. Weldon. I heard everything you told her to do. Your parents will hear about it,” grandma threatened. Please, note that everything grandma said was in Igbo, so I’m only interpreting them in English. Darlington didn’t seem bothered by grandma’s threat. He just leaned against the wall of my room and watched grandma unleash her anger.

Grandma was going to hit me angrily but I had to dodge. She was so disappointed, annoyed, and dumbfounded for a few minutes. She stood there and stared at me, but I couldn’t look her in the eyes. Shame and self-pity enveloped me.
Then she went on to talk and talk.

She even went on in Igbo proverbs, she said something about a stubborn fly that goes into the grave with the coffin. Grandma loved to speak in parables too. There was nothing she didn’t say. She reminded me about her warnings and how she cautioned me about moving with boys but I wouldn’t listen. I badly wish I could reverse the whole day and wait till night before running the test. That was what filled my heart, regrets, and nothing more.

“You must not think of killing that innocent baby. You must keep her and feel the pain of motherhood, so in your next world you would listen to advise.” Grandma said and left. I had never seen her in that mood before. She was damn disappointed. And that was it, all secrets were finally open. I was numb; I couldn’t say anything nor moved my body. The thought of my parents getting to know about it scared the shit out of me and not long, I felt the urge to use the toilet. I quickly rushed in and locked the door while Darlington sat dumbfounded on the bed.

As I sat in the water closet, I found out I was sweating. Some memories came rushing through my head. The good, the bad, and the ugly. All clustered in my head. It was dawn on me that I was on my way to motherhood. Motherhood at 18? Or, probably 19, because my birthday was four months ahead. I spent close to an hour in the toilet not minding the smell that oozes from there. Nothing felt right in my sense. I guess I couldn’t even smell anything at that moment. And when I came out, Darlington was no longer in my room. I reached to the door and bolted it up and down before slumping on my bed. I thought of Meska, I thought of the probability of him denying being responsible later on. It was still morning but I had zero zeal to do anything.

Fast forwarding, when finally, the news got to my father through grandma, it seemed hell got loosened that day. I was crying while my father was talking to me on the phone, and woe betides me if I dare end up the call on him. My father said a lot of unimaginable things that could make one consider suicide. He said he won’t have anything to do with me and my unborn child. By this, he meant I shouldn’t call him for anything concerning money. If it were left for my father alone, he would want me to abort the baby.

He considered what I did a big shame to his family. He went on to compare me with my siblings and that really got me. He said I was the worst of them all for bringing down his name and that of the entire family. My father threatened to arrest whoever was responsible for my pregnancy any day he stepped his feet in our house. When he ended the call, I cried like a baby. There was nothing this man didn’t say to me. His words kept ringing in my head day after day.

Later in the night of that same day, my mom called. This was one of the worst periods of my stay in the village. At first, I didn’t pick up. She called again, I struggled with my phone and before I could decide whether to swipe right or not, it ended again. My whole body vibrated. I pondered what she could say to me. She had to call through grandma’s phone, and when I thought I had gotten the worst scolding of my life from my father, then came to my mom yelling over the phone. She was crying too.

My mom was literally going crazy with the way she sounded. She was like: Ziora, you’re too young to go through the challenges of pregnancy. She said a lot of things at the same time. “How would you cope with pregnancy and school? How would you do this, and how would you do that?” She was asking a lot of questions that I didn’t have an answer to. I started crying too, and that helped me from dodging her endless queries. She made mentioned why she didn’t buy the idea of me staying back in the village and even schooling in Nigeria.

The call lasted for fifty minutes before her airtime got exhausted. I hated myself at that moment. I hated myself for coming in contact with Meska. And sadly he wasn’t aware I was carrying his baby. I had deleted his number, so I could stop seeing his WhatsApp status. I felt depressed, betrayed, and saddened by the fact that I might forfeit my admission or get into the University with pregnancy.

My uncles weren’t left out. They were disappointed too. But Clinton was lenient with his words. He promised to take care of my studies and the pregnancy if eventually, my father turned his back on me like he said, which I doubted. Maybe because Clinton also had a baby with his girlfriend during his University days and he knew exactly what it feels like to be in my shoe.

Well, the did have been done and I had to face the consequences of my action. As they said, nobody is coming to save you. So I wiped my tears and braved up. And that was how my journey as a pregnant young girl began. My belly wasn’t big at the initial stage. The major thing was, that I always had that I-need-to-pee right now kind of feeling. Morning sickness hit hard! Like really hard! I could hardly keep anything down. I was steadily throwing up here and there. I threw up so violently that it forced me to pee at the same time. So embarrassing! My mouth was always filled with saliva. I could spit here and there to the extent, that Darlington felt irritated.

Darlington was so understanding during this period, he took care of most house chores while I spent my days trying to figure out what foods I could tolerate. Darlington did a great job in the kitchen during this period of my life. He cooked all sorts of delicacies. And I did plead with him not to tell Annabel about my predicament. Though he said they weren’t together anymore, I couldn’t trust him. He was prone to lies.

Then, I hated the smell of almost everything. My room smelled bad to me. I could perceive the smell of lots of home appliances, and I could barely cook because I couldn’t stand the smell of anything simmering on the stove.
Grandma made me a special delicacy with Uziza leaves which was believed to be beneficial to pregnant women. I craved badly for African delicacies made with palm oil. They were appealing to me. I also loved Abacha (African salad) which grandma made for me. And I appreciated the fact that grandma still cared so well, even after scolding me.

Waking up several times at night to go pee wasn’t fun at all. All-day, I slept like one who had been affected by a tsetse fly. I slept while pressing my phone and while doing other things.

Weeks later, clearance and registration began at Unizik. My belly was still tender and invisible. Nobody could tell I was pregnant. So, I went without any fear of stigmatization from onlookers. It wasn’t a day process. I spent money to and fro for days, and I equally used that opportunity to search for an affordable lodge.

The pregnancy seemed to change everything about me. I needed to work on myself, and I needed to be alone to do that. I stopped thinking about the past; the thought that Meska used and dumped me. I stopped hurting myself with the past. I’m not going to lie, it was never easy. Of course, I still had feelings for Meska but I needed to help myself get rid of his thoughts from my head.

Sometimes I cried when I was alone—little cries that came up out of nowhere, and sometimes they subsided quickly. Other times, I collapsed on the floor sobbing. I even stopped eating properly. Darlington was the only one that kept my company. I didn’t have any good friends around.

 A week before I was to resume school fully, I went with Darlington for an antenatal check-up at a hospital in the neighboring town where we got registered. I had this mood swing, getting angry with everyone for no reason. At the receptionist, I sat and faced down because I didn’t want to speak to anyone, and I didn’t want anyone to look at me. My belly was gradually coming out. I had a slight cramp below my abdomen too. I placed my right hand on my belly and snorted.  

During the checkup when the pains faded, “You’ll be fine,” said one of the nurses in a white dress. I also had one and one with the doctor. He counseled and enlightened me on things I should avoid doing, and things I should start eating too. He encouraged me to be strong too. He was such a nice doctor. He didn’t make me feel bad in any way.

 Later when we got back home, I felt dizzy and sweaty. It felt like I’d pass out. Grandma wasn’t around. It was just Darlington and I in the house. I slumped tiredly on the bed. He came and ask if I’d like to eat anything, and I replied in the negative. He turned and headed towards the door but he soon stopped abruptly like he saw something through the windows.

“What’s that?” I asked.
“Isn’t that your father’s car outside the gate?”
I got frozen for some seconds. My whole being shivered.
“Toyota Camry?” I asked seconds later.
“Yes,” Darlington replied hastily.
“Damn! This man came unannounced, and Grandma is not here to save my ass.”
I jumped off the bed. I left my room and ran towards the backyard.

TO Be Continued

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Fourteen:

When Darlington locked the door, he asked how my exam went. “Did you also get to meet him? You don’t look happy, why?” He uttered in one breath. I didn’t say anything. I just stared at the tiled floor. Subconsciously, tears dropped on the tiles and he was quick to notice it. “Zee, what’s the problem? Why are you crying?”

Silence.

“Did you miss the exam, or did you fail?” he sat on the bed. I didn’t even know how it happened, but as soon as I blinked twice, tears flooded my eyes. I couldn’t look Darlington in the eyes. This wasn’t what I expected. Like, how could it be that I’m shedding tears because of Meska? Well, I was so fragile. Little things could make me cry, but I never knew this day would come.

Darlington moved closer and started consoling me even without knowing while I was crying. He held me and pleaded that I stop crying. I placed myself in a very awkward position because he didn’t know how to comfort me. I breathed heavily, leaving him confused. A lot must be going on in his head.

After some time, I was able to stop, Darlington left my room and when I thought he already left, he came back with a plate of Jollof rice. I was stunned by how caring he appeared. I can’t explain what he was thinking but I felt he must be feeling I failed my exam, or perhaps missed it. I was able to eat half of the plate. There was no appetite for food.

Darlington lay on my bed watching movies with his phone. Silence stood between us. Only the sound from the movie filled the room. I just sat on my bed, scrolling through my phone.
An hour later, he stood and finally went to bed. He didn’t ask why I was crying either. He assumed I needed time for myself.

🧡 DARLINGTON’S POV 🧡

I went upstairs when I came out of Zee’s room. I got into the bed in one of the flats upstairs. But after rolling from one edge of the bed to the other for almost an hour, I couldn’t sleep. How could I? When all my mind was on Zee. When I have tasted her before. She was feeling hurt and I believe she needed a shoulder to cry on.

After several attempts to sleep for some time and I couldn’t, I went downstairs. I reached her door and knocked. Zee gladly opened the door and asked me to come in. She wasn’t even sleeping. It was obvious she needed a companion. I got into bed with her, and within some minutes, I got closer to her on the bed. Our bodies were touching each other. Zee was wearing a white short that revealed her lavishing laps and a top that revealed her firm and pointed boobs. My stuff got harder after every minute and my breath was hot as hell. I was literally snuggling with her.

Then, Zee made the move; she put her face on my chest and hugged me on the bed. We started holding hands too. Surprisingly, she planted a kiss on my cheeks. And that was the first sign that gave me the confidence to reciprocate.

Even though I felt Zee wasn’t in her right frame of mind, I responded with a kiss on her forehead. She kissed me again on the cheek. This time, I couldn’t resist. I plugged my lips. I could feel the shock on her. We both started breathing heavily.

I didn’t want to stop. I tried to open her mouth by trying to kiss her with more intensity. And gradually, I took charge; I climbed on top of her and started kissing her passionately, holding her two hands against the pillow.

For at least five minutes, we didn’t have enough sense to think about anything else. I continuously kissed her entire face and neck too. I knew the neck was one of her sensitive parts. I had noticed the other times we rolled on the sheet.

Zee was responding very well. She was groaning in pleasure. Then, all of a sudden, she seemed like she came back to her senses and realized what was happening. She pushed me away. It was really awkward for some minutes. I felt sad and she felt the same too.

I was still on. My stuff was still hard down there but I left her room. There was still light, I reached for one of the sofas in the living room and sat there. It was 1:16 am when I looked at the wall clock. I felt horny and unsatisfied, so I started wanking while I watched one of the movies on my phone.

🧡 ZEE’S POV 🧡

Thirty minutes after Darlington left, I couldn’t sleep. My head was unsettled. Voices here and there, saying this and that. I peeped through the door and noticed Darlington was sitting on the sofa pressing his phone. I somehow felt bad I lured him and still put him off when he least expected it.

I could still taste his lips in my mouth and that made me horny for him. I left my room and walked towards the sitting room. When he overhead my footsteps from behind, he used the power button, so I didn’t get to see what he was doing previously.

I sat next to him and told him to forget about whatever happened. I told him not to worry much about it. And we started having a normal conversation in which he asked why I was crying. There was no point telling lies. Since he already knew about Meska and I, I told him Meska broke up with me without narrating exactly what transpired between us. He was mute for a few seconds. Before he could say, Jack, I came up with my question. I asked him how he knew about Meska and I.

Darlington laughed with his hands in his mouth. When he cleared his throat, he confessed he once saw me while I was unlocking my phone. So he saw my phone pattern. He apologized for going through my WhatsApp because he noticed my countenance changed when he said that. I didn’t say anything.

Darlington said I should forget about Meska. He added that he would still come back begging. I don’t know how he did it, but Darlington was magical with his sugarcoated mouth. And he requested we get back to my room so we don’t get to wake grandma from sleep. We went inside in a second.

🧡 DARLINGTON’S POV 🧡

I heaved a big sigh of relief. I had thought she would ask about her friend, Annabel. I thought she would ask whom she was to me. I even thought that was why she pushed me away. She seemed to have forgotten I had something to do with her. As I said, Zee doesn’t seem to be in her right frame of mood. She had equally revealed the source of her sadness and sorrow. I was sad she was already in a relationship before getting to the University. It wasn’t the best time to advise her, so I let it slide and walked in with her.

I knew exactly what Zee wanted. Someone that could cuddle her to bed and let her get off those thoughts in her head. I couldn’t resist going inside her room for the second time.
Zee was talking about her relationship with Meska. She poured out her heart. And gradually, we started to hold hands. Zee went on cuddling her body against mine. She said she just wanted to sleep and forget her pains, heartbreak, and nothing more. I understood her perfectly. She didn’t want us to do anything else.

🧡 ZEE’S POV 🧡

I rested my head on Darlington’s chest, hoping to catch some sleep. It was 2:05 am, and we were still up. I could hear his heartbeats. It pounded faster. “Are you okay?” I asked him. “Yes. I’m fine,” he replied. I kept quiet. My eyes were shut. I desperately needed some sleep but sleep was far from my eyes.
After a while, I felt some pinch down my shorts, I woke up. Darlington withdrew immediately. I lay my head back on his chest. After some time, his hand moved down to my shorts, and he inserted his hand inside my shorts, grabbing my bare ass. I wanted to stop him, but some part of me was having pleasure from his soft touches.

When he noticed I didn’t resist him, he went wild with his two hands grabbing my ass. Darlington gradually moved his hands upward to grab my boobs. Subconsciously, I adjusted to give him comfort to have them in his warm hands. I could feel his stuff getting harder. I was now facing up while he lay on his back on the bed. My own back rested on his belly while he held my boobs. He played with it under my clothes and he was considering pulling it over my head. I didn’t give in to that. I groaned when he pinched on my nips. My boobs were very firm and my dark brown nipples were super hard. I was gradually getting wet down there. And again, I lay there, allowing Darlington have access to my body.

🧡 DARLINGTON’S POV 🧡

Seeing that Zee was responding to my touches, I turned and grabbed her by the hips and lay her down beside me. I reached for her top and pulled it off over her head and finally revealing her pointed and fleshy boobs. I played with it for a while before feeding on them. She was letting out a soft moan while she held my head. I was exploring her nipples like an adventurous Island. I was using my tongue on her nips.

🧡 ZEE’S POV 🧡

He asked if he could go down, I said sure, not thinking of anything from previous experience. His fingers went down on my shorts; his forefinger on my clit produced a major sensation, that was just building until all the muscles in my pelvic floor started pulsating rhythmically and I felt tingly all over. And something was going on in my head like, oh, geez, um. Not even five minutes in, I was moaning and losing it, my body was freaking out, and all of the sudden—boom! I was heavily breathing and trying to pull myself together. It felt so warm.

🧡 DARLINGTON’S POV 🧡

When Zee reached the orgasm, she then pushed me by the side. She was back to her senses. She searched for her top and wore it back when she found it on the bed. And for the second and last time, I left her room still on. I headed straight to the bathroom and wanked to my satisfaction, before retiring to the bedroom upstairs. With that self-satisfaction, I was able to find some sleep. I know exactly what is in your mind; I need deliverance, right?

🧡 ZEE’S POV 🧡

So sad realizing Darlington and I had shared our bodies again. I never wanted it. All I wanted was just to sleep over my pains, but he surely knew how to make me horny for him. He was an expert on that aspect. But the good thing is, I was able to catch some sleep after that short and pleasurable moment with my cousin, Darlington. It’s not something I’m proud of. I just lack enough will to stop him from taking advantage of me. So, don’t be quick to call me names, just pray you don’t find yourself in my position. I hope with time, I would someday end this whole mess.

Friday was the day I returned to Awka and sat for my examination. I didn’t involve Meska again. Since I knew my way to and fro, I left as early as 6:00 am. Before 8:00 am, I was already waiting inside the campus.

Unlike the other day, the management of the institution handled the situation with more care on that day, and fewer of us came, unlike the first day. They equally provided canopies to shelter us just in case it rained. And that was how we sat for the exercise peacefully and with less hassle.

Around 8:00 pm, I got information from Unizik aspirant Facebook group that the result was out already. My body was literally vibrating. People were testifying about their results while some complained about some errors in the school portal, my unizik dot edu dot blah blah blah… I checked and was shocked to see an invalid result. Then I heard a voice saying: it’s all because of your atrocities. This is God punishing you! Ah! I was shivering. I asked them in the group chat, someone responded he had the same response too. At last, after several attempts, I saw mine. I scored 55/100. Well, it was not really bad since the competition was much. I just knew I’d have to commit everything to God because I was really uncertain about the outcome.

Weeks later, God did it for me despite my shortcomings. I got admission on merit to study Applied Microbiology and Brewing at Unizik. It was such a dream come true. My parents and siblings were happy for me. Grandma was happy too.
But something happened. It nearly took my life but….

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 13

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Thirteen:

After I rebooted myself like a corrupt system, I walked down the staircases. It still seemed like I was dreaming. Like, he didn’t even feel remorseful nor stopped to say anything to me.

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Living With My Grandma Episode 12

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Twelve:

After I rebooted myself like a corrupt system, I walked down the staircases. It still seemed like I was dreaming. Like, he didn’t even feel remorseful nor stopped to say anything to me. That thought alone was crazy. I left the lodge and walked down the street. I really thank God I wasn’t hit by a moving car because, if you saw the way I was walking absent-mindedly, you’d think I lost a huge amount of money.

The day was getting darker, I had to walk faster like I was being chased by someone. My pace was weird. I finally stopped a bike man and asked that he take me to where I’d see a bus going to my hometown. He obliged and said my money was #200 naira. I didn’t argue. I quickly climbed and we zoomed off on the tarred road. My heart was just beating anyhow. I have never felt that way before. My first heartache and it wasn’t nutty. It literally felt like my heart was crushed. Nothing felt right in my mind. Everything went dark and felt meaningless.

Before the bike man could reach where he would drop me, I had already developed a slight headache. You needed to see my face. When he finally stopped, I paid him and he left. I stood there by the roadside. Cars and trucks swooshed past. It bubbled with so much excitement with people loitering about. Twinkle stars dotted the sky, and it was 7:14 pm when I glanced at my wristwatch. I became so worried. What if I get home very late at night and peradventure grandma had gone to bed, what would I do? My phone was down too.
So many negative thoughts clouded my head. But I was left with no option. I knew nobody in Awka, and even though I did, there was no means to reach anybody.

There were other people by the roadside also waiting for the next available bus to stop. We waited for fifteen minutes before one eventually halted when it got to where we stood. Everyone took on their heels, running towards the bus, vying for space. The sharp girl in me quickly got activated. “Nwayoo Nwayoo,” the conductor gestured them to take it easy. I didn’t dull myself at this point because I knew what was at stake. Who knows when another bus would come. The way and manner I squeezed myself inside the bus got other passengers talking. They marveled, but I gat no joy, so I didn’t join in the laughter.
When finally it got filled, few other people were unlucky, so they stood waiting for the next available bus.

The driver ignited the engine and screeched loudly on the tarred road. I sat calmly in the back seat nursing thought. I was impatiently waiting to get home so I could just sleep over the heartache and hope the next day gets better. The driver played one annoying song that I felt like planking him. The road was free. No traffic like while I was coming the previous day. Though there were still few uniform men at several checking points. As usual, collecting what they feel was their right. The driver didn’t argue whenever they flagged him down.

It was around 8:17 pm when I finally alighted from the bus and gave the conductor #150. I have one more route to traverse before getting home. And it required just about a ten-minute ride from the junction where I stood fagging down bike men, but they tried taking advantage of the time to charge me higher. I didn’t have enough cash with me again, so I overlooked those greedy bike men and waited to see if I’d see one that would take a lesser amount from me.
Just then, a mini bike drove past. It turned and drove back and halted before me. “Zee, what are you doing here by this time of the night?” cane a masculine voice.

I quickly looked up to see who knew me. It was Ikenna, one of my classmates then in secondary school. But Ikenna left our school after he wrote junior waec with us. He didn’t move on with school after the exams. He simply went on to learn electrical wiring and connection. And he had turned a certified electrician, making his own money.

“Ikenna, is that you? Hmmm… longest time.” I chuckled.
“Yeahhhh. Otegokwa oo.” He meant it’s been a while.
“Where are you coming from? Are you going home now?” he added in one breath. He then rubbed his hand against his long beards.
“Yeah. I went for my screening exam at Unizik, Awka.”
“Oh! How was it? Well, I trust you naa. Z for Zee!” He showered me with praises.
“You this boy, you still haven’t changed.”

We laughed.

“Well, it didn’t hold again.”
“Postponed?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. Oya enter, let’s get going.”
“Oh! Thank you, so much.” I climbed the back seat, and we zoomed off.

We didn’t get to converse while he drove. Ikenna was on earphones too. Probably he was listening to music.

At last, Ikenna dropped me outside our gate and I couldn’t thank him enough for his kind gesture. He refused to collect a dime from me. I thought he might even request my phone number, but he left without asking for anything. I heaved a sigh of relief, finally getting home safely. It was a few minutes past nine, and the gate was locked. I had to hit harder at the gate before grandma came out with a rechargeable lamp. I saw her through the side of the gate as she walked towards the gate.

“Ziora, why didn’t you stay and come back the next day? I have been calling your number and it wasn’t connecting.” Grandma lamented in the Igbo language when finally she opened the big black gate. She even went on in a proverbial statement that I barely understood. I stood there dumbfounded. If only she knew my pains, she would just leave me to be. She was angry because I kept late night and still didn’t call to inform her I was coming. “What if something bad had happened to you?” She added to my discomfort.

Silence.

She turned and walked in, and out of nowhere, Darlington was the next person I saw behind her. Damn! So, this guy is here again; I said to myself. He didn’t say anything to me. I returned the energy too. We just stared at each other, I was already pissed off by grandma’s harsh words. Darlington waited till I walked in, he then locked the gate and followed behind me. I walked straight to my room. There was light, so the first thing I did was plug my phone into a socket. I walked towards the bed and slumped tiredly, my eyes glued to the white bulb.

Heartbreak really sucks. Tears were gradually forming in my eyelids. I thought I could handle it. I thought I could shrug it off. I just lay on my bed balling in tears. Old memories kept popping up. I remembered those happy days with my guy. The days we had good moments and laughter. It seemed like the world was coming to an end, and I was the only one who knows.

I was left with tons of questions. I pondered if I’d ever move on from Meska, the one that ripped my heart out. What actually made me fall in love with him and what really made him break my heart? I rose and reached for my phone. It had added some charges, so I powered it. WhatsApp was the first app I clicked on. I texted him. I had to pour out my heart with words. My messages ticked two but he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t open my messages, even when it was obvious he was online. I tried a lot to interact with him but he seemed too busy to read my texts. I had hoped he would reply me, but, still, I got no reply from his side.

Again, I controlled my mind by thinking he was busy. I felt jealous recalling I had met him with someone else earlier. She might be the one getting all the attention now, I had pondered. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I dabbed my face with my left hand. I never knew a day would come when I’d cry because of Meska. The same guy I had been supporting with everything in me. I remembered teasing him about his girlfriends treating him well in school and he denied and said it was just me. Damn! So, Meska had been playing me all this while?

Again I messaged “Hello” and a reply popped up saying, “Yeah?” I didn’t know what to say anymore. The question mark was a big a turn-off and that got me feeling terrible. Maybe I shouldn’t have texted him. Well, I got some courage and I still confessed my feelings and how terrible he made me feel, Meska read but didn’t reply. I felt broken but it was okay. There was nothing else I could do. I got hurt knowing that he actually read and ignore me.

I lay there on my back, feeling the tears streaming down my face after I have ran out of energy for those big sobs. Looking at this particular cloth of mine he wore the last time he was in our house, all I felt was pains. I felt like changing his contact name from Meska to pains, so I don’t get to re-read all of those WhatsApp messages again. It pained me not knowing how he felt about the whole thing, but I was almost certain he didn’t feel what I felt. I remembered what Grandma once said, “they don’t love you, they’d only sleep with you and move to the next person.”

 Thirty minutes later, I was staring at one of the pictures of Meska and I were in a romantic pose when I heard someone cough from behind. I was flabbergasted when I realized Darlington was standing behind me. Who knows how long he had been standing there.

“So, this is the dude you have been allotting grandma’s foodstuffs?” He said. Damn! I was shocked to my bone marrow. How on earth did this one get to know? I was certain nobody knew about Meska and I. How come this guy knew. I deliberated as I stared blankly at him. “You know what I’m saying, or do you want to deny it?” He added.

Silence.

He was getting at my nerves with all those provoking queries. As if what Meska did to me wasn’t enough, and there he stood acting like one headteacher. Surprisingly, the next move Darlington made was, he turned. And when I thought he was leaving my room, he locked the door and turned at my direction.

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 11

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Eleven:

Meska and I went three rounds before daybreak, and that really sapped my strength that morning. I got up before him. When I knelt to say a quick prayer, the scenes of the previous night clouded my head. Voices were accusing and judging me—that was my conscience pricking me. “What made you think your prayers will be answered?” I was there motionless and I couldn’t even open my mouth to pray. Damn!

Meska was still asleep. I glanced through my phone, it was 7:12 am. My phone battery was running low too. I hurriedly brushed my teeth inside his bathroom. Water was running, so I took my bath too, and hurried out of the bathroom. I was wearing my clothes when Meska sluggishly opened his eyes. Our eyes got locked in contact, he smiled but I didn’t reciprocate. I wasn’t excited. I had this feeling God would punish me with a poor result with what I just did. Those were the kind of thoughts that conflicted in my head. I even tried recalling some of the Physics formulas I crammed last night but I couldn’t seem to recall even one. Chill bumps!!

I wore my clothes absent-mindedly. “Good morning, my love,” Meska broke the awkward silence. “Good morning,” I murmured. Meska noticed my countenance wasn’t all that friendly, so he quickly fling the duvet and rose from the bed. He moved towards the wardrobe where I stood, almost done dressing in my blue gown. He wanted to say something, then came a knock on the door.

“Yes. Who’s there?” He turned, facing the iron door.
“Emeka open door abeg!” came the voice from outside.
“Who you be?” Meska turned the doorknob and the door got opened.
“Hwfa, help me with toothpaste.” A tall skinny dude walked in.
“Come, you no fit buy toothpaste?” Meska teased with a half-smile.
“Thunder fire you! No be you use my own finish?”

They both laughed out loud at his joke. I needed nobody to tell me the dude was probably his neighbor, and maybe his friend too.
“Na your sister be this? She is fine oo.” He turned to me. I just chuckled and sat on the bed.
“Yes. Na my sister. You wan marry her?” Meska answered.
“If you give me I go collect. Hope say una bride price no cost shaa?”
“Idiot! C’mon get out,” replied Meska.

The dude left giggling after he collected the paste. Meska locked the door and hastily turned in my direction: “Ziggy you don’t look happy,” he paused and stared at me. “Why should I? I have exams by nine and I’m very weak and tired now.” I scowled my face. He needed no further explanation to tell him what I meant, so he started apologizing. He said he couldn’t help it. Meska blamed his sensitivities.
“Well, I need to start going now. I don’t want to take any chances. It’s almost 8:00 am and you know the exam is by 9:00 am” I brought out my bag and arranged my clothes neatly into it. I planned to go home immediately after the exam just as I promised grandma.

Meska quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face. He wore a jean and a shirt before finally, we dashed out of his apartment. I didn’t know the venue, so he lead the way and I followed him. When we got to the back gate, Meska beckoned on me to join the rest aspirants who were heading to the exam venue. Meska said he had an important assignment to submit before 9:00 am. He embraced me and wished me success.
He turned while I proceeded. Candidates were trooping in, so I joined them. I turned at intervals to catch a glimpse of Meska. I did so until he was far from reach.

Unfortunately, the Post utme didn’t commence at the stipulated time. We waited outside and got tired of standing. It wasn’t funny that year. Unlike the previous years when the screening was done using paper and pencil type. Unizik moved to Computer Based Test (CBT) and we happened to be the first set of aspirants to test the torture. Yes. It was a big one. That was in the year 2015.

These people weren’t fully prepared for what they exposed most of us to on the first day of the screening test. I can never forget in a hurry the endless pushing while we queued outside. Or, should I talk about the scorching sun that almost gave me a fever? Some candidates even turned to play, pushing one another while they shouted “Forward! Forward Ever!”

It got to a time some aspirants resorted to fainting, and those who fainted were rushed in for immediate treatment. And that really served as a saving grace for them. The rest of us stood there while waiting for our turn. Those who managed to go in complained about poor systems and its slow operation.

Funnily enough, the medical team brought back the ambulance used in evacuating fainted victims and kept it on standby, perhaps they guessed another candidate would still faint. All my life, I never knew what it feels like to faint. Instead, they stained my gown and threaded on my legs. These people nearly broke my toes but God saved me that day.

Sad to say, some of us eventually ended up not sitting for the screening exercise that day. Despite the hard pushing and scorching sun that feasted on us. The management asked us to come back four days later for the screening exercise because other subsequent days had been fixed for candidates of other faculties to sit for the exam. I was so pissed off at my bone marrow. Other aspirants complained bitterly. Some said they came from a far distance and had other engagements on the new date.

I was just tired and confused. After the whole struggle. It was so pathetic but we had no option. It was 5:15 pm when I checked my wristwatch. My phone was completely down because I couldn’t find anywhere to charge it. I earlier hoped to do so at Meska’s apartment that night but the light lasted barely an hour.

I contemplated whether to go home from there or perhaps go to Meska’s apartment and eventually leave as early as possible the next day. But first of all, I looked for a canteen to settle my rumbling belly. I hadn’t eaten since sunrise and my stomach was giving me all manner of kicks. People were buying one or two. The place was crowded with aspirants, so I waited patiently for my turn. About three ladies were attending to candidates. When it reached my turn, I bought snacks and a cold soft drink. I found an empty seat and did my business. The snacks weren’t enough, so I bought more till I got replenished.

At 5:42 pm, I was at the back gate. I trekked from inside the school downward. The distance was quite long. Should I go home from here or stop by at Meska’s apartment? I stood there a bit confused about what next to do. I held my bag firmly because I was told crazy things happen at Awka as of then. Anything was possible including attacks from cult boys. I was extremely watchful. My phone was inside my bag since I had nothing to do with it at the moment.

Finally, I made up my mind to stop by Meska’s apartment and leave as early as possible the following day. I took that decision because I was scared of the unknown. Like, what if I was unable to get home on time like it happened while I was coming to Awka?
So many “what if” questions actually made me change my mind.

The good thing is, Meska’s was not far. It was easy to recognize and locate too. I could easily trek to his apartment, but I was exhausted. So I stopped a bike.
“How much?” I asked when I announced the name of his lodge.
“Your money is two hundred naira,” he answered.
“Ah! But it’s a hundred naira.”
“You go pay #150?” he said, his eyes roved in search of other possible passengers to pick up.

I understood that gesture. He had several options because of the numerous candidates that stood waiting for means to go leave the school domain. He would simply leave me if I continued to bargain, so I climbed and he zoomed off.

It was less than fifteen minutes and we finally arrived at Meska’s apartment. As usual, students here and there, going about their businesses. I climbed the staircase, hopeful to meet my guy. I’d have called him but my phone was down.
I had walked halfway through the corridor to the second floor where his room was. You wouldn’t believe what I saw. Oh! My God. I sighted Meska coming out from his room, and by her left was a random girl whom he hung his hand around her waist. Damn! I was frozen. I had seen them before Meska looked up and saw me there motionless.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Meska’s countenance changed the moment he spotted me standing there like a tree. I felt like my intestines were been sliced with scissors. My heart thudded against my ribs. Words can’t depict the way I felt that evening.

Meska’s walking step suddenly changed and the girl knew it had something to do with me standing there, and when they walked to where I stood, shockingly they passed me by. Meska didn’t say anything to me. He just started and passed by. That was the height of it. Did this guy just walk past me? I turned, he turned but the girl dragged his face to the front and they walked down the staircase.

Every part of me stopped. My heart literally felt like it had shattered and I felt like Mike Tyson in his prime walked up to me and sucker punched me. Nothing felt right in my mind at that moment. Breathing seems to choke and I felt like someone had kicked me repeatedly in the stomach. Nothing made sense to me as I stood there.

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 9

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Nine:

Having Meska in my life lighted up my world again. I went back to the days of constant chatting and video call with him. We chatted about what we had been up to for the past weeks. And it seemed we were a lot more compatible than we had previously been. We texted like never before. I didn’t have any worries or doubts about rekindling the relationship, especially given how much we had changed.

He finally narrated his ordeal to me. According to Meska, the caretaker had seized his phone after he promised to pay but couldn’t fulfill his promises and those were the days I couldn’t reach him. He said he almost sold his phone just to settle the bill. Meska said he used the last money I sent to him to settle one of his friends who assisted him.

My grandma and I were back to our boring life in absence of Darlington. Thanks goodness Annabel came back. She visited our house regularly. We would talk and gossip about some of our classmates each time she visited. Annabel never lacked what to say or discuss. I always teased her with “Annabel the talkative” She deserves an award for being the most talkative friend I got.

Months later, Darlington finally graduated from UNN. He posted the pictures of him signing out on Facebook. Just like every other person in the comment section, I congratulated him and wished him success in his next life endeavors. I anticipated seeing him maybe days later, but he didn’t come as he said.
So, Annabel remained the only person that visited our house regularly.

One Saturday evening, we were together in our house talking, Annabel asked if I was going to register for JAMB lesson which according to her had started.
“Yipee! Yes! Yes!” I shouted, punching the air with my fists.
“What’s that? Why the excitement?” She asked.

I was thrilled that I wouldn’t be the only teenager in our street, suffering through JAMB classes.
“You know I have always thought about how to go about this lesson of a thing all alone,” I replied. I wasted no time telling why I was delighted. I wouldn’t like to walk in there feeling like one JJC.
“Oh! I see why you are excited. I hope you’ll also be excited when you see JAMB Chemistry questions. They can make an adult cry,” Annabel said.

“And you know Zee is not an Olodo right? I’ll definitely scale through those questions. Besides, I chose this.”
“What did you choose?” she asked.
“Phy—Chem—Bio.”
“But wait…”
“What’s that?”
“Erm, Zee, but your parents can afford to send you to Canada or The United States of America for uni right?” she said inaudibly, probably pondering whether what she just said didn’t screech insensitive.

“Of course, they can. You know my eldest sister is in the US. And likewise, my mum wants me to go there too,” I paused.
“But?” She offered, encouraging me to continue.
“But I have always told her I didn’t like the idea.”
Annabel was puzzled.
“Girllll, are you for real?”
I nodded my head affirmative.

She was literally like, what is this girl saying? Who meets such an opportunity to study abroad but rather prefers to suffer from the yearly and endless ASUU strike that for long hindered most Nigerian students from graduating as when due? She stared surprisingly.

“Why the look? It’s my choice or you’re surprised?”
“Of course. Why won’t I be? All my life, I’ve never met anyone who says such a thing,” she spat.
“Hian, has it gotten to that? Well, I guess I’m the first then, you know there is always a first time for everything right?

Silence.

“Annabel, I’m not interested in going abroad for school. Maybe after school, I’ll consider.
“Okay oo, so it’s JAMB for you then. At least for now?”
“Yeah. JAMB for now.” I smirked.

Annabel went on to enlighten me about the JAMB lesson, that although it was open to anyone taking or re-taking JAMB, there were older folks who possibly had failed severally and they were also part of the lesson.
“But our age group dominated this particular JAMB lesson,” she added.
The lesson starts at 4:30 pm to accommodate those who were in school.
So, that was how Annabel took me there the following week, and I got registered with two thousand, five hundred naira.

One very day, Annabel and I were on our way to the lesson. We usually trek to the venue unless whenever we were late, then, we would bike. This very day, we trekked because we went on time.

As we trekked, there was this combination of nervousness and excitement that had been simmering on Annabel all day, causing her to walk a little faster than usual. If she didn’t notice the marked increase in her pace, I certainly did.
“Girl, wait for me naa!” I groaned, panting as I jogged a short distance until I caught up with her. That was the fourth time I had to catch up with her that afternoon, and we had only been walking for ten minutes. I wasn’t happy with her power walking.

“What exactly is chasing you?” I demanded when I caught up with her.

Silence.

“You’ve just been walking faster as if they are going to share free food at the lesson hall.”
She laughed.
“It’s not funny, and you know.”
“Um, nothing really. I just want to seat in the front seat today,” she said.

“Story. We’ll surely get there on time. That’s certainly not the reason.” I refused to believe any of the rational but completely bogus explanations.
“My mummy won’t be happy if she finds out I got late to the lesson,” she added, hoping that would get me off her back.

“We’ll surely get there on time and still have time to relax before the class kicks off. So you better tell me what is chasing you.” I checked my brown leather wristwatch, it was three minutes before 4:00 pm.
“I have told you but you have chosen not to believe me,” she replied.
“Lair!” I said, accusingly.
“Zee, please, leave me alone. Stop pestering me!” she snarled.
“Hmmm. Do you call this pestering, ehn? You better talk and stop this your grammar. And you know I’ll still find out.”

Annabel stubbornly refused to tell me what was responsible for her rush to the JAMB lesson that afternoon. Instead, she temporarily abandoned the topic and switched to telling me another thing entirely. But my occasional “Um—hmm” and “Okay” I uttered now and then did not satisfy her, and she accused me of not paying attention.
Of course, she was right. But I was so aware Annabel was a certified talkative and no secret, not even the ones which appeared to be harmless on the surface, were safe with her. I was also getting tired of her constant talking more than anything else.
And no matter how hard I wished, a large man-sized bird didn’t swoop down and carry Annabel away and dump her on a deserted Island where she would have coconut trees and rushing waves for company. It didn’t happen. They were mere wishes. Annabel kept talking until we reached our JAMB Tutorial hall.
Then I was relieved that Annabel instantly abandoned me as she found other people she knew and went to fraternize with them. “Peace at least!” I sighed in relief.

I went straight inside the tutorial hall, few people were seated already. It was a spacious hall with wooden chairs arranged in rows. The time was 4:15 pm and about fifteen minutes more before the tutorial would start. I watched through the open windows as people loitered about. I have always enjoyed my space more than anything. I sat there quietly, observing movements.

  Moments later, I felt the urge to drink something cold. My throat was dried. I quickly stood up and headed towards the canteen which was behind the auditorium. The sun had gone down, but not completely.

Aunty Oge was the lady that sold foodstuffs and provisions there. A single mother of two. That was exactly what Annabel told me the very first time we went there, even when I didn’t ask her about the woman’s status. Apart from provisions, she had a small space where people relax and enjoy small chops and drinks. She also made pepper soup at night.

“Aunty Oge, please, give me one cold Fanta,” I stepped inside the canteen, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was frozen for some seconds. Yes, you guessed right if you guessed I met Annabel. But I’m sure you’d never guess right whom she was with. My cousin’s brother, Darlington! They were both seated having drinks and small snacks. Heii God! I couldn’t believe Darlington could be this shocking and unpredictable.

They saw me and I saw them too. Our eyes got locked in contact—and nobody uttered a word. I should have known why Annabel was pacing faster. I then remembered that very day I took grandma to the hospital. I remembered they didn’t exchange contact while Darlington and I waited outside for grandma to get ready. How on earth did these two people connect?

I left with the cold drink but suddenly lost appetite. I didn’t open it. I held it as I returned to my seat. Lots of thoughts clustered in my head, I was so annoyed. I was ashamed of Darlington. It simply implies that was how he goes about with everything he finds on skirt. He didn’t visit us as he promised but there he was, sharing drinks with my close friend. I was enveloped with anger and jealousy. I was boiling inside. Like Darlington had the gut to go after my friend, after napping with me.

Annabel later joined the tutorial when Mr. Iyke had taught Geometry in Mathematics for almost thirty minutes. Throughout the time we were there, I couldn’t concentrate. My mind drifted, with voices saying this and that.

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 7

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Seven:

Darlington walked in and sat at the edge of the bed. He uttered no word. Silence stood between us for minutes. If not that I was caught in the act, I’d have asked about grandma’s whereabouts but I was so ashamed of myself that I couldn’t utter anything.

“Zee, has it gotten to this extent? What exactly were you watching?” He finally broke the awkward silence.

“The movies I took from your phone,” I replied.

Silence.

He didn’t say anything for almost two minutes. Rather, he stared disappointed.
“Which of them?” came another query from Darlington.
I stood, and as if I was going to answer him, I stalked off angrily.

Answering those queries would irritate me more and make me feel worthless and dirty.
“Zee.” He called from my room. I was already halfway to the kitchen. I didn’t respond to Darlington. He called again, and this time, louder. He stood at the door.

“What is it?” I turned with the speed of light. The look on my face was something else. I was so pissed off. But I couldn’t tell why my mood suddenly became more violent. I didn’t know what came over me. Darlington was startled. I haven’t reacted in such a manner before. He was baffled. Dude was short of words. He didn’t say anything further.

I walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner before grandma finally arrives. She would yell at me if peradventure she comes back—and only to realize I hadn’t started.
I was to prepare vegetable soup that evening. I chopped the leaves absent-mindedly. I was still boiling in anger. I had thought Darlington would come inside the kitchen to yell at me but he didn’t stress it, he stayed back in my room after seeing my unusual reaction. All the while I was in the kitchen, I didn’t hear his voice.

I was almost done preparing the soup when grandma came in with pineapples. It was obvious he had harvested them from the farm, about two of them. I walked to her, welcomed her and collected them from her, and headed back to the kitchen.

Not long after grandma went inside her room, she invited me to her room. With the way and manner, grandma called my attention, I knew she was up for query. My heart throbbed. I was frightened. What could be the reason she’s calling me this way? When she asked that I sit down, my skin almost left my body.

Could it be she has found out about Meska and I? Or could it be she knew what went down with Darlington and I and chose to keep mute all this while? No, it can’t be. I pondered, as several thoughts rushed through my head.
It has been grandma’s way of counseling or perhaps rebuking me, anytime I do anything wrong.
When she coughed and cleared her throat, she began:

“Ziora.”.
“Mama,” I answered. My heart pounded faster.
“Do you really want to further your studies? Have you considered learning a skill?” This was the thrilling question grandma asked in Igbo language. I heaved a big sigh of relief on realizing it wasn’t any of my thoughts.

“Yes, grandma. I want to further my studies.”
“Um, okay. That’s fine.”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you think learning a skill before school would be a better option for you?” she added to my discomfort.

I was just wondering where all of those sudden suggestions came from. She hadn’t asked me these sorts of questions before. So, why now?

“Grandma, I have already bought Jamb form,” I lied, just so she could know her opinions came late.

“Well, it’s Janet…. You know Janet?”
“Yes. The fashion designer along the road?”
“Yes. She was the one who thought it wise you get a skill before school.”

It was then I knew where the whole question was coming from. When I left her room and back to the kitchen, I contemplated it. My mom wouldn’t even want to hear such from me.
Living with my grandma was never her choice for me. If only she had all it take to take me along with my sibling, she would have done it right from the start. My mom never wanted me to grow up in the village. She was so against it and she had her reasons. It was my father who insisted I stay back and take care of his mother.

    It was 6:45 pm. The sun had disappeared into the thin air. Twinkle stars dotted the sky. Dinner was finally ready, I served grandma in her room before returning reluctantly to my room. 

Darlington lay on his belly, his eyes glued to his phone. He didn’t even notice me. He chose not to look up. And no words left his mouth as I sat quietly at the edge of the bed. I went through my phone gallery—admiring some of my favorite pictures.
That was the least I could do with my low battery phone. Then, Meska’s picture popped up; his matriculation picture, particularly. My head got filled with the good and lovely memories we shared. I badly wished he could call and tell me he was fine. Or perhaps tell me exactly what was wrong with him. I missed his thick voice and his hairy body. I missed everything about my guy.

“Are you not done with the food?” Darlington finally broke the awkward silence.
“Your food is in the kitchen,” I replied without looking him in the face. I continued with my phone.
“So, I should go get it myself?”
“No, don’t go. Stay there and wait for me to serve you, too.” I didn’t say this to his hearing. It was my mere thought. Instead, I replied: “Maybe.”

He simply gazed at me and sighed slowly. I knew I was badly getting at his nerves. I couldn’t tell exactly while I was so mad at him. He was the same person I was chatting with earlier in the day. I guess I emotionally blackmailed him, so he wouldn’t have the gut to query me for the act he caught me at.

Darlington left my room without uttering a word. He headed straight to the Kitchen and dished out soup. Semo was already there, wrapped in white nylon. I overhead his footsteps as he threaded towards the dining room. I had no appetite for food that night. I didn’t even prepare my semo. I was a junk addict. I preferred eating junk foods, and I had them stored in my room.

It was prolly because of the kind of meal I prepared for grandma since the days I started living with her. Most of the meal then was what the doctor recommended. I didn’t have the strength to prepare mine. You might say I was lazy. Well, I didn’t like making meals. So, I either managed hers or feed on junk. Junks were mainly my breakfast and dinner.

    About fifteen minutes later,  Nepa restored light. At last, I got to plug in my phone.  Excitedly, I reached for the wall socket and plugged in my phone. When I checked through the door, Darlington was done eating, he was trying to switch on the Television. 

I lay patiently on my bed waiting for my phone to charge to an extent before I could start using it again. And that was the last thing I remembered before I dozed off.

In my dream that night, I saw myself with Meska. I visited him on campus. He looked pale and worn out. He had lost noticeable weight too. Meska was so elated to see me again. When I asked what happened to him all the while he didn’t connect with me, he said it was a long story. He promised to share it with me later. He said he had missed me.

He was all over me like he was going to eat me up. And before I could say jack, he plugged his lips, stopping me from saying anything further. He grabbed my ass and that startled me. My eyes opened and I was astonished to see Darlington lying on me and doing exactly what I had thought was a dream with Meska.

His touch unnerved me but I couldn’t scream because I was being kissed passionately. There was still light. The blue bulb in my room was illuminated. He signaled me to keep mute. I couldn’t resist and kissed his lips fully. He kissed me back. I didn’t know what I was thinking in my mind. I had said to myself that I wasn’t going to indulge in this act with Darlington again. But I couldn’t help it this time.

I was kissing with my tongue in his mouth and exploring his mouth, his saliva was tasty and we kissed for almost ten minutes. It was wild and awesome.
I tasted every inch of his mouth. His hand gradually slid down to my back, grabbing my ass. They were soft and tender. Darlington and I breathed heavily with our lips plugged into each other.

“When did you enter and for how long have we been doing this?” I paused and asked.

Darlington didn’t say anything. Instead, he covered my mouth with his lips. His right hand pressed my ass while the other hand rested on my boobs. He was getting hard as I could feel his stuff struggling between his leg. He moaned inaudibly and adjusted vehemently.

“Zee.” I overhead grandma from her room, followed by the creaking of the door. I jumped off the bed in a flash and came back to my senses. Darlington reached the door and hid behind it, with the thought that grandma was heading to my room. I peeked at the clock on the wall, it was 12:28 am.
Why is grandma calling me at this time of the night? I wiped myself with a towel and went straight to her room.

Grandma’s room was filled with dusk when I paced in. I carefully searched for the switch control on the wall and switched it on. She lay there on her back. When I asked why she called, grandma complained of chest pain. She asked me to get her some water. I went to the kitchen and returned quickly with a cup of water.

When she sipped the water, she asked about Darlington. I lied. I told her he was sleeping in one of the rooms upstairs. I stayed back with grandma in her room for a while before returning to my room.

Darlington was still there, but I wasn’t in the mood for any of those illicit acts anymore. Knowing grandma was sick, kinda annihilated the lust in me. I beckoned on him to leave my room. His countenance changed. He wasn’t happy. He stared at me lustfully but eventually walked out sheepishly.
When he left, I bolted the door and slump tiredly on the bed.
My head ached badly. I checked my phone and realized it was almost recharged completely, 98℅. I unplugged it.

WhatsApp was the first app I clicked on. I swiped left to view status, I noticed a contact I saved with an emoji had a status. No other contact except Meska’s was saved with two heart emojis. I hastily clicked to see what my guy posted after months. And it read: “If you can see this, please, pray for me.”

I had goosebumps. I started typing, my hands were shaking as I typed. “Meska, what happened? Where have you been? Please, talk to me.” My messages ticked one, I denoting he wasn’t online.
“Please call me. We need to talk. I have missed you.” I added a teary emoji. It still ticked one. I dialed his contact but got notified I had no airtime on my phone.

Damn! I borrowed from the network provider. When finally I called after I received the airtime, sadly, Meska’s line didn’t go through. I called again and again, yet the same response. Angrily, I threw my phone on my bed. I yelled in frustration.

That night, I was restless. Sleep was far from my eyes. My mind wandered about with thoughts saying this and that. What exactly is going on with my guy?

TO Be Continued

Living With My Grandma Episode 6

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🧏 Living With My Grandma Episode Six:

Two female college students (boarding school) were supposed to be in class but they were behind closed doors smooching each other without clothes. I was going to exit the movie and head towards the kitchen, but it was my first time seeing girls engage in sex.
My eyes were glued to my screen as these two white folks explored each other. I have heard about girls having feelings for each other but I never really saw them in action.

[An Excerpt]

The following day, Darlington came to me and started apologizing for the previous night. In his words, he was very sorry about what happened last night. He said he never intended for such to happen between us. I was just staring at him. I knew he was just fulfilling all righteousness. I didn’t say anything to him.

Darlington thought I was mad at him, so he left me to be alone in my room. Deep down, I mean deep inside of me, I didn’t feel remorseful about our deed. You would probably say I’m shameless right? Please, don’t nail me to the cross yet. Don’t be quick to condemn me.

Then, I was just a young girl who was driven by sex. Meska and I had been in a sexual relationship for a year and months—and which probably made me a sex freak and unable to control my sexual urge. Before Meska came into the picture, I had always dreaded Darlington. But that night, there was no will to resist him. I wanted him as much as he wanted me. At least to replace Meska’s unannounced disappearance. And that night with Darlington made me feel differently. He was all muscle and lasted more than Meska. Yes, he did.

I should probably be feeling bad for the incest with my cousin but there I was, comparing his sex prowess to that of Meska. Crazy right? Don’t feel disgusted by my action, I was obsessed with sex. Maybe my fault and maybe not.

Later in the day, Darlington and I got talking in the sitting room. He was sharing his horrible experience as a final year student at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. His project, seminars, and all that talks that I barely comprehend. As a secondary school leaver, all of those things sounded strange.

Amid our conversation, one thing led to another, and we started comparing which school was better between his school, UNN and Unizik, my dream school. Don’t think it was because of Meska. That had been my dream school since time immemorial.

Darlington said Unizik lived on past treasure and barely offer admission without connection. He added it was only but a glorified secondary school. He advised me to go for UNN instead. He said a lot of things that were good enough to discourage me from going to my dream school. I wasn’t moved by his long epistle still.

I was beginning to enjoy Darlington’s company, unlike the days he visited and I had nothing to talk about with me. He was rational and had a good sense of humor, too. He studied Pharmacy.

“Hope you have quit smoking. You know smokers are liable to die young?” I jokingly teased him.

“Hahaha,” he giggled.

“What’s funny? Isn’t that what they said?”

“Abeg leave that thing. Person wey go die go die.”

We laughed broadly.

   Grandma later joined us in the living room. She earlier overhead our disagreement on which school was promising between UNN and Unizik. Grandma said both institutions are presently living on past glory or perhaps recognition, unlike the days they were exceptional. She went on to tell us how she wasn’t privileged to further her studies at the University because her parents had not enough money then. 

According to her, she was passionate but there were no funds to make her dreams come true. She also told us she used to be a writer, getting up in the middle of the night to write on her the typewriter when she couldn’t sleep.

Grandma told us how she met my grandfather of blessed memories. Darlington and I paid rapt attention as grandma narrated the stories of her early life, married to my grandfather, and all the antics of her six children, including my father. All their efforts to birth a baby girl resulted in six boys and that was when they closed birth chapter.

She went ahead to share how selective I was when I was still a baby. Nobody else could carry me except her and my mother. She said everyone else irritated me and that really stressed my mother while she was nursing me. Darlington turned and gave me a friendly punch on my shoulder. “Cry cry baby,” he added with a smile. I just smirked.

Sometimes, I wish I wrote down or perhaps recorded some of those conversations with grandma because I would love to go back and hear how all those stories sounded at this time of my life again. I will always cherish the many wonderful stories my grandma shared on this day.
I might probably bore you if I go on to narrate them, so I’m leaving that for another day.

     Later in the evening, grandma and Darlington visited one of our farms, not so distance away from our house. It was about twenty-five minutes walk from our gate. 

It was one of the lands my grandfather inherited from his father. Grandma had done what they call shifting cultivation on the land the previous year. I’m sure you understand what shifting cultivation means right? Yes, you should. You all did Agricultural science in primary school.

Winks.

When grandma and Darlington left with only a machete, it was probably around 4:30 pm. I didn’t go with them because I was to prepare dinner that evening, and you know grandma ate dinner around 6:30 pm.

    I went inside my room, slump tiredly on the bed while I scrolled through my news feed on Facebook. It’s been a long time since I logged into that blue app. It was probably one of the boring apps on my phone.  While I was on it, I remembered I had collected some American movies from Darlington earlier in the day. I dumped Facebook and quickly searched through my folder.

Don’t think I have forgotten Meska. No, I haven’t forgotten my guy. I was just helpless. There was nothing else I could do to reach my guy. How do you react to a problem only your thoughts cannot change?

I started with one of the movies whose title caught my attention. The first two scenes involved teenage sex. I didn’t seem to like it. I stopped the movie and searched for another. I found one with a captivating title, I clicked play and adjusted on the bed. After what seemed like an action movie, boom, a sex scene popped up again. Subconsciously, my head was gradually getting filled with sexual thoughts. I had sex cravings.

Out of curiosity, I decided to check out what the remaining movies looked like. Mehnn, they were all filled with sex scenes. The last one I clicked on seemed to be the most uncensored among all.

Two female college students (boarding school) were supposed to be in class but they were behind closed doors smooching each other without clothes. I was going to exit the movie and head towards the kitchen, but it was my first time seeing girls engage in sex.
My eyes were glued to my screen as these two white folks explored each other. I have heard about girls having feelings for each other but I never really saw them in action.

  As I lay on my bed, I felt some sensation down my genitals. My eyes were still stuck on my screen. One of the girls was on top of the other. She rubbed and pulled her toes with oil, pressing her feet. She went over her calves and then thighs. She rubbed the oil all over her body. When she relaxed, she touched her through her panties. She lazily spreads her legs, letting her rub her down there.

I put my hands in my pants and gradually touched myself, my warm fingers running my folds, and that got me aroused. Voices were saying this and that in my head; one was louder: “Stop it and leave the room.” But the pressure down my panties was much that I couldn’t stop watching, just as the college girl did it to her partner in the movie. I was following her movements and badly wished I was the other girl who laid on her back getting those touches down there.

    The more I watched, the more I get electrified by pleasurable pains from my fingers. It was a three minutes scene but I restarted it as if it was about to fade away. The moans from the other girl sent some shivers down my spine. There I was in the act—pleasuring myself with my eyes closed. 

When she groaned louder, I slowly opened my eyes to peep, I got stunned at the sight of my cousin, Darlington. He stood shocked at the door. He didn’t utter a word. I didn’t even realize it when he walked in. I quickly removed my hands from my pants and sat upright. I was so ashamed of myself. I was confused, lost on what to say or how to react.

I was equally scared he would yell and condemn me. I haven’t even started preparing dinner. It was probably a few minutes after five.
Darlington was just staring at me. He gave me that disappointing look and I couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. I averted my eyes. I stared unblinking at the tiled floor. He left the door and walked in.

TO Be Continued