When Justin asked me out, I just got admission into the university, he was what we call in our local parlance ” a woman wrapper”, I cannot find the right english word that would convey or best describe him, you know that kind of guy you would warn never to ask your sister out and he would ask you if he can date your mum in exchange, that’s a woman wrapper!. A worshiper of skirt and a true believer of anything therein, I fell for his charm and his way with words, basking in my naive-ty I felt I could be the one to change him, tame a stray dog who loins are always left to be dangling?, Impossible!.
“Justin I can’t see my period” I cried over the phone, in spasm as my hands quivered and trickles of sweat had surfaced, fear had engulfed my soul. he was meant to be my rock, my comforter, my knight in shining armor but he grabbed that singular hope and smashed it against the wall when he said “If you know where you kept your period go and find it oh, and please
I don’t want the one you will carry your parent to my house, I will deny you”, I felt hurricane katrina below my feet and wished it was true so that I could hide myself in shame and go into oblivion, my parents where pastors, infact it was people’s tithes and offering that I stole every sunday night
to give Justin, mum always bragged about me whenever she mounts the pulpit, “my two daughter are well trained and I have passed that ‘anointing’ down to them, they can’t bring shame to me or this church”, little did she know that the drummer boy whose upbeat instrumentals always send the church members in a frenzied ecstatic mode was the same guy that would place me on my fathers table where he stays to counsel worshipers and drum-roll my Well until I would squint my eyes in pleasure and then blink my eyes uncontrollably for the drumstick in his trousers was far bigger than that of the church, it could measure almost the length and size of the infamous ‘shelltox’ can, it had veins passing through it like an electric wire strewn all over it, he would use the anointing oil on the table to rub on his dick and then pound my Well hard till I use my fingers to grab his butt from the position I was and that would make him cum.
Diary Of A Port Harcourt Olosho