Episode One.
'what does a guy even have to offer me? Is it clothes, money or what?' I asked as i and my friends chattered in school during break 'before i even start thinking of a relationship is...lets say 18, as for now, i dont have time for any damn ugly guy that cant even afford to wash his boxers clean'
Favour and the rest laughed 'my Wike is neat sha'
'you and Wike!' Jessica chided.
It wasnt as if Favour was dating Wike but she had a crush on him and also believed he liked her simply because he always hung out with her, cracked jokes with her and all.
We didnt even know the guy. He didnt attend our school.
She had gone to her village, Kwale, for the Easter celebrations when she met this guy and by the time school resumed, it was always Wike this, Wike that.
Favour wasnt really a fine girl. She was a very dark girl and very annoying. I hated her most but i always feigned pretence whenever i was around her.
Jessica was a chubby girl, chocolate skinned with big ears like that of a standing fan. She loved trouble and quarelling but never had the strength to fight at all. She wasnt really beautiful but when made up, she looked average.
Angel was fair skinned. With big lips and "okpolo eyes", She was tall and skinny with very slim legs and a long head like that of a luxurious bus. When she wasnt smiling but keeping a straight face, she was a bit cute, a little bit quiet.
And then Patricia.
She was my bestie and i really liked her, but she happened to be the ugliest and dirtiest amongst us. And she was always taunted by any of us whenever we had a quarel. She was dark skinned with small buttocks and invisible breasts.
All through JS1, JS2, JS3, i told myself no guy was worth it. And even though i had a crush on my friend's brother and always shivered whenever he touched my laps, i knew that if he ever liked me back, which i was sure he didnt, and asked me out, i wasnt going to agree.
I really liked Precious.
But it ended by the time we resumed SS1 after the three month break immediately after Junior Waec.
Guys kept asking me out and i kept turning them, rudely or politely, depending on my mood.
I was just 13 going to 14 or thereabout.
I had big busts. Very big for a girl at 13. And whenever i told anyone my age, they were like 'such an agric foul. You really have rapid growth' And then their eyes would rest on my paw paw breasts. My bra size was between 40/41.
And then i had my second crush. Though it lasted on the first term of SS1. And you know the ironic thing? My friend, Peace, whose brother i had been dying for, also had a crush on this guy. Though nothing happened.
Peace was a petite beautiful. Dark skinned and very slim with her average red lips and small head which she always carved after each barbing. She was the most beautiful of my friends.
I wasnt very beautiful. But i was pretty in my own. I wasnt the type you could call "very beautiful", neither could you call me ugly.
Now my complexion is quite confusing, sort of, my face is chocolate, my small buttocks are quite dark. My laps and my breasts are fair, so, i say its confusing.
Then this guy came along. This guy that stole my breath away. I still cant remember our first meeting but i knew we started of as something i could perhaps call friends? I just couldnt tell. He was older than me with 5yrs.
At first i liked the guy, nothing sexual. Just casual. I liked him because he was very friendly, jovial and funny. He was also trustworthy and i loved his height and skin colour.
His name i cant disclose so i'm changing it into a name i so much love - Henry.
Henry is far from being his name but for reasons best known to me, i'm changing it.
And i'm also changing mine to Kaima, Chikaima. My name is also far from being Kaima but for reasons of security, i say Kaima.
My story is still ongoing so the story would get to a point when it slows down, especially when nothing significant happens.
I remember this guy asking me out when i was still in JS3. He didnt attend our school. I met him at my dad's shop which was being handled by my mum ever since they separated.
There was a pitch close to my dad turn mum's shop and he always played ball there. And after then he would drop by to get purewater from us. That was when i got to know him.
He won the favour of my mum and she liked him so much like her own son.
The very first time he asked me out, i refused. Because my head was still there, you know, focused on not having a boyfriend.
But along the line, third term of SS1, i started having friends who started having boyfriends and ther made it look like it was something normal. I told myself i wasnt being influenced by them but i knew it was one big lie. Because two days after my 14th birthday, i recieved my first kiss from this guy.
And on the 3rd of the next month, i said yes. I was 14 but too matured for my age.
TBC
