[STORY] SPOILT AT CHURCH (Episode 03)

SPOILT AT CHURCH by Bosede Fagbemi

Episode 03.
If hell is on earth, Kike saw hell and entered. It was hot. It was fiery. She regretted the day she was born and the moment she took the decision to run after Jide Williams. She had ransacked her brain to look for a plausible reason to give for leaving the Church. Her Mum’s in-depth scrutiny and harsh tones, couldn’t allow her reason fast. So, she said whatever came to her mouth when questioned.

“Why did you leave the Bible study? Mrs. Johnson asked for the second time.

“At a time when the prayer meeting was about to start,” Mr. Johnson added gently. “I saw you. I did.”

“I…”Kike stammered.

“You what?”

“I met Martha, and Martha met me.”

“What is she saying?”
Her Mum asked irritably.

“I went to ease myself.”

“Oh! You should have said that.” Mrs. Johnson turned to her husband. “Deacon Johnson, your daughter took an hour to ease herself. She never came back till the service ended.”

“It was because the toilet was dirty; I couldn’t use it. Rather, I moved to the bush behind the Church to ease myself.”

“I see,” Mrs. Johnson said. She faced her husband again. “Daddy, you see what I always say? The Church toilet is not well maintained and monitored.”

“Yes ma!” Kike cut in fearfully. “The last time I used it, I got toilet infection. That was why I decided to…”

“Shut up!” Mrs. Johnson shouted and landed Kike a slap that sent her rolling on the floor. “You mean it took you over an hour to ease yourself? Please tell me another story.”

“I was coming to that,” Kike said with hot tears cascading down her face. “After urinating, I was coming to the Church fast-fast, then I saw one of our choir members.”

“So you stayed at the roadside to do choir rehearsal?” Mr. Johnson asked.

“No sir. I stayed to preach to him.

The parents were shocked at Kike’s fallacious claims. “You should have left the preaching to the Pastor,” Her mother mocked. “When did you become a preacher?”

“Actually, he wanted me to be his girlfriend.”

“Hen?”

“So I told him that ha! It is not good.”

“Okay.”

“That God will not be happy with us, and my parents forbid such kind of relationship.”

“So?”

“That was all. Then I was coming fast-fast, not knowing that I stayed long.”

“You are a liar, a blatant liar.” Her Mum pounced on her. Kicking her from all sides, she used all her appendages to pummel her and voiced out her disappointment. “You want to disgrace us? Knowing the kind of posts we hold in Church; knowing the kind of influence we command and how we challenge and discipline other peoples’ children.”

“You knew God from childhood,” her father added, as he used his belt generously on her. “I will kill you before you shame us.”

“I’m sorry Daddy,” Kike pleaded.

“At no time did we draw back from taking you to Church. We adhered strictly to our denominational doctrines, religiously teaching you what is expected. You were part of the young star society, the girls’ guild and now the young ladies guild. You are a strong member of the Sunday school team; a role model. Why will you disgrace us by spoiling your life?”

“I’m sorry Dad and Mum. I will never do it again.”

“See! Ask your father,” Mrs. Johnson boasted. “I came into his house with my virginity, and you must also marry as a virgin. I will do all in my power to ensure that. Abi, has someone ever slept with you?”

“No ma,” Kike answered, shaking her head.

Spent, Kike’s parents, gave additional rules to further guide Kike’s daily living. On no account should she be seen standing, sitting or talking with a man, either at the Church or elsewhere. She must never go out without being accompanied by either her elder brothers, or the younger one. Her skirts and gowns must henceforth reach up to her ankle.

Kike left for the room with her body drained of all strength. She felt her world falling apart, with nothing to hold it together. She wondered what her Mum’s reaction would be, if she knew she was se€-xually active.

Kike was introduced to the adu-lttt game by a male classmate, a barrack boy that was too eager to satisfy her curiosity and answer her numerous questions about se€x. It started gradually.

She wanted to know if it was wrong to be attracted to the opposite se£x, and why she always got funny feelings whenever she watched films involving s€exually suggestive scene, or read one of the numerous novels she borrowed from her classmates. Innocently, she asked her Mother if getting attracted to boys or having funny feelings was wrong. She needed to know what to do about it.

Her Mum’s reaction was discouraging. Shouting, she drew Kike to her room asking, “What did you know about sex? Mogbe! This girl wants to kill me. Oya, lie down.” She forced her to lie down and checked if her hyymen was intact. She met her unbroken. Heaving a sigh of relieve, she warned her never to mention the word se£x in the house again.

“Why Mummy?” Kike asked.

“Because it is a dirty word,” Her Mum replied.

If she had been given a chance, Kike might have asked if it was right to read romance novels and magazines, or watch the kind of movies her brothers often sneaked into the house when the parents were not around.

Mrs. Johnson ordered her into the room, to prepare for a Bible competition that would hold by the next day. That ended the discussion between mother and daughter, although Kike’s curiosity wasn’t satisfied. She had increased se€xua@l feelings day by day. And one day, she vented out to a likewise ignorant female classmate. Stanley the barrack boy eavesdropped on their discussion. He volunteered to teach Kike on all she needed to know. Persuading her to follow him to a friend’s house, Stanley taught her that sex is beautiful and must be enjoyed even by teenagers. The first time with Stanley was painful, but she soon got used to him and then others, before Jide came her way.

‘I’m in deep shit,’ Kike murmured as she prepared for the night. What happens if Mum gets to know that I missed my period? She searched her brain for what could have led to a missed period apart from pregnancy. God please help me, she prayed earnestly. If I scale through this, I will never go near a man again.

Possibly as a result of her prayer, or her menstrual blood that had been delayed for a week decided to use that moment to show up, or because of the beating she got, she felt something flow from her underneath. Kike looked down to see drops of blood splattering at her feet. Raising her night gown to confirm if the blood was from the right place, she twisted her waist in jubilation and relief.
After cleaning up and padding, she laid on the bed to sleep but sleep eluded her. Now that she had seen her menstrual flow, she felt a renewed tenderness towards Jide. Realizing that all her talk about reducing their se€xu@al encounters was because of fear of the unknown, she wanted him like never before.

Hugging her pillow, Kike stretched her hand to pick a novel she was reading before going to Church. Titled- The dark charming prince, it was about a man who tried all he could to get a maid to lay with him. Kike enjoyed the intrigues and the suspense and wished she was the maid being wooed by the hunk of a man. As she read and re-read about the s€xu@l act that culminated from repeated attempts at seduction by the man, her senses became heightened, her s€xu@ll organs hyper-aroused, and she m@stur-b@ted.
To be continued… . . .

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