When beauty becomes a crime Episode 24. Soon, Felix met his girlfriend and left Banji alone. Oyinkansola had asked him to wait for her at that spot. When he was carried away with the various activities around, Oyinakansola tickled him from behind and laughed heartily. She was holding a wrapped stuff, of 30 by 25 centimeter. He presented it to him; with a warning that he must not reveal it until he got home. Banji also removed a wrapped circular item from his pocket and gave it to her, adding the same warning. And they both burst into laughter. Later, after the lesson period, she met with Banji at the playing tent. She whispered into his ear, The most precious gift you could give me today is a kiss. He pretended as if he didnt hear, asking her to come again. Liar. I said I feel like kissing...a long kiss. She repeated, almost aloud. Banji wore a mischievous smile.What a naughty girl you are! He said, fondling her nose with his middle finger. Im dead serious. she said. She then whispered a safe location to him. Far behind the JSS1 block. Banji stared at her and smirked. He thought Oyinkansola was up to something beyond a kiss. The place she mentioned was the most silent location in the school premises. An uncompleted classroom. Okay, lets go, he said, staring hotly into her eyes, you know Ill do anything for you. Really? a warm smile crept upon her face. “Yes. I’m serious.” He said. Then she put her right hand on his left palm, and they headed off like a newly wedded couple, chatting and laughing on their way. They finally found their way to the building, walking quietly towards the entrance. The place was silent as usual. All around the building were blanket of grasses and overgrown weeds. The walls were un-plastered, and full of holes. There were two exits and six windows; all without frames. The Jss1 block was standing about ten feet away, hidden by tall, tall plants and trees forming a mighty bush. Before entering they glanced around in caution. The interior was plastered, but vacant; except for two damaged lockers at one end.Oyinkansola gently left his hand, leaned on the wall and smiled. She ran her palms seductively down his broad chests, as if to unbutton him. “Here we are,” she winked at him. “Yeah,” he chuckled, staring at her pretty face. Then their eyes locked together, eyeballs unmovable as if under a magnetic force. Like one possessed, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck.Softly their lips pressed together and gathered speed; like a starving baby to mother’s breast. For a few seconds, tongues sliding and clashing like sword-fights at climax. Their eyes shut wildly, his hands firm around her waist, rubbing frantically on her robust behind.For Oyinkansola, the frenzy was beginning to boil downstairs. She started twisting her melting thighs; as if a certain substance was crawling and rushing down her tummy. The kiss went on. **** Few minutes later, a middle-aged security man came out of the generator house, close to the JSS1 block. He was humming an Igbo tune between the cigarettes that hung in his mouth. He removed a match box from his trousers’ pocket and set the cigarette ablaze. Recently, the VP had rebuked him about smoking, except in the absence of students. So he decided to hide himself. He went to the rear wall of the uncompleted building, sitting on a broken brick. He puffed on his cigarette with pleasure. Soon, his face began to darken with bright sadness. He was watching the smoke of his cigarette as it gradually faded in the thin air. “One day go be one day,” he muttered to himself, “all my problem go disappear like this smoke.”As if to now blow his problems away, he forcefully puffed out another clouds of smoke. His eyes watered. He brushed his eyes with the back of his left hand. “Chiamaka!” He said and crossed his arms, “you leave me go marry that man with big belle because of Mercedes benz. I know wetin I go…..“ He was forced to pause. He was hearing some funny sounds. He alerted his ears. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, came a slow-steady sound. Like one gasping or puffing after consuming a pepperish soup. Moans and more painful moans, and quick slapping beat. All combined to make a melody. “Hope say no be wetin I dey think,” He thought aloud. Although, it was not his first time of catching students with such abnormalities. Most times, he would find the senior boys smoking and flirting, and he would spare them if they could bribe him. Now he had repented. He was ready to prosecute any student. In the past, Students caught with vices as such would be beaten by the teachers on the assembly ground, followed by two or three month’s suspension. No humiliation was greater than this in IGS. He waved away the thoughts and made a move, creeping along the wall with his old black shoes.Getting close to the first window, he bent down; cautiously like a cat hunting for a rat, and then he stumbled and slumped to the ground. His body made an impact like a bag of cement. “Hey-wey! Chai!” He couldn’t suppress the groan that erupted from his throat. He had fallen over a big stone among the thick grasses. A boy rushed out of the building. On seeing the security man, he ran back and fled through the second exit.The man had already seen his face. He was one of the notorious boys in JSS3. “Salahu, I don see you O!” He shouted and supported his hands on the wall, “if you dare run away....!” Then like a starving dog, he barked between clenched teeth, “If you like yourself, you and that girl should back here!” He shouted all he could, but none of them appeared. He lowered his hurtful body on the ground, massaging his knees and waist. **** Oyinkansola nearly covered her ears from the noise she met in the room. It was a full house. Amidst screams and laughter, everyone was chattering on how they spent their day. Some had left their beds to form a group at another bed. So, there were many vacant bunks, especially the upper decks. After dropping her bag she bent down to remove her sanders. “Hey! Mama the Artist don come!” shouted one of the girls at the opposite, from a group of four. “A big mistake!” protested another, “She be Drawer!” , “No be only drawer, na cupboard,” laughed another girl. “Since a person that teaches is a teacher, a person that drives, a driver. One that draws is what?” said the girl, with a tinge of humour in her voice. Oyinkansola wasn’t in the mood to exchange banters with them. She managed to laugh at their teases. She did not want anyone to ask how she spent her day. “I never get your time,” Oyinkansola removed a pink pillow from her wardrobe. “Abeg, no disturb me. Sleeping time.” She lay on the bed and covered her head with the pillow; to shut out the noise. Her mind wandered back to about twenty minutes ago. When her body had started craving for more, she had quickly withdrawn her lips. She had promised to abstain till the end of secondary education. She regarded Banji as a perfect guy since he did not abuse that chance. She remembered a counseling book she came across in her Mum’s shelf: HOW TO KNOW IF THE GUY YOU ARE DATING IS RIGHT AND TRULY LOVES YOU. One of the tips said: HE IS NOT DESPERATE FOR S*X AT EARLY STAGE OF RELATIONSHIP. She recalled some other ones: HE WOULD BE HIGHLY ROMANTIC TO YOU AND VICE VERSA. HE BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN YOU AND YOU BRING OUT THE BEST IN HIM. YOU RESPECT HIM AND HE RESPECTS YOU IN RETURN YOU BOTH IMAGINE FUTURE TOGETHER The author had written so many other tips. Oyinkansola was already seeing some of the qualities in Banji. He had not mentioned s*x ever since they started dating, but he was very romantic. Academically, he had brought out the best in her. Episode 25 next & will be posted @ 1:00PM Just keep droping your coment, likes & share.
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