Growing up in my area, there was this older dude telling me to do unthinkable things like touch his dick and lick it..when I was 8, a guy in my area was always taking me away from my friends to the back of nowhere where he will touch my boobs and tell me how I am doing the work of God by touching and licking his ****. Naïve me would do it with all my might and the funny part of the story was when my mum walked in on him telling her 8 year old daughter to touch his d**k. ”Jesus! Emma! what are u doing with my daughter?” and Emma was like ”ma, I am sorry, she told me to show her how I urinate” My Mum was so angry. She took me home and I was crying all through. When they asked me why, I said my mum didn’t want me to go to heaven because she stopped me from doing what Emma told me would take me to heaven. That was the first guy that got me as spoilt as I am right now…
Where do I start from?
I hope she deliberately omitted the part where she grew up and threw Emma in jail.
People like Emma deserve to be sentenced to a prison full of gays so the prisoners there could help him carry out the ”work of God” on his restless penis.
Jokes aside, the above letter goes a long way to show the importance of sex education can never be overemphasized.
I have heard worse tales and I believe a thousand other females out there have passed through a similar phase while growing up.
Take my story for instance.
I came from a home where the mention of the word sex was a taboo.
I remember the day I noticed I had developed breasts. I was so embarrassed. I found myself doubling my undies in a bid to disguise that. It got to a point where I had to resort to prayers. What didn’t I promise God if ONLY he would just cut off this growth on my chest and cast them into the evil forests.
The D-cup bullies in my class didn’t help matters. They would tease me and proceed to smack my chest whenever I was in their midst. They said I was too young to have breasts.
To worsen matters, the period thing came. Good Lord!!! I was going bleed to death just like that? I mean I was a child of God, obedient and respectful, why did such fate befall me? I was totally oblivious this was just a stage in womanhood. The shame that I was plagued with the ‘blood tonic’ disease didn’t let me discuss that with anyone.
The cartoon diagrams of the vaginas in my integrated science textbook bewildered me more. I was yearning to know more but too embarrassed to raise the to raise the topic with my mother or aunts.
My maternal aunt I lived with during that period didn’t help matters. She kept drumming into my ears and that of her househelper ”If you let a boy come near you or kiss you, you will get pregnant!”
This woman refused to go into details!
Our theory was confirmed one evening we watched a nollywood movie. If I can remember vividly, a man and a lady kissed. Few seconds later, he pushed her on the bed and they both hugged with their clothes fully intact. That was the end of that scene. The next scene that followed was the lady telling her live-in lover she’s pregnant for him. Trust our Nollywood No-nonsense Nigerian men, he just walked to the balcony of his house and started throwing her Ghana-must-go bags. He also threatened to throw her off the building if she didn’t get out of his house.
The pity I felt for her made me swore to myself no boy will ever hug or touch me ever.
The next day when a random boy in my school attempted to say hi to me, my ignorance had me blurting ”Do I look like a prostitute?”
Unbeknown to me, the house helper brain analysed data in black&white.
To cut the long story short, she took in two months later. It took two weeks to eventually get the truth from her. According to what she told my aunt, Ikenna, our neighbour tried to kiss her one day and she refused with the excuse that she might get pregnant. The smart guy was even more persuasive. He said that’s correct but if she let’s him puts his penis in her vagina after kissing her, it will cancel and destroy the pregnancy.
Oh my God!
You know the rest of the story.
This is a huge lesson to parents out there. There are still thousands of Emmas and Ikenna’s lurking around. Give your kids proper sex education. The notion of telling kids the vagina is called bombom, the anus is called bombom, the penis is for peeing and peeing alone etc has to stop.
Calling a spade a spade will do a whole lot of good. Don’t let kids resort to social networks, porn movies, porn magazines and bad friends to learn the truth in a hard way.
Cheers
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