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| Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 1:37pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Standing ovation to all my followers and those who find one or two reasons to read my stories. Thanks a bunch. In preparation for my forthcoming story - THE ARREST, I decided to share this True Life Story with you guys, it's titled WHY SHOULD I BLAME WHOM? It's a short story in form of question, as we all know true life stories, few of them have fictitious ending while others end like it really happened. I'm ending this the way it actually happened and I promise, you shall learn from it. -GeniusHawlah 1 Like |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Dillimilli(m): 1:49pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Space booked..followin |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 1:56pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
WHY SHOULD I BLAME WHOM? One JSS-Three Room-C students were busy doing what we knew how to do the most - Noise! The class seemed like there was riot ongoing that afternoon, a stranger would actually mistake our kind of noise for a small market meanwhile that was our peaceful moment compared to when we actually mean 'business' (making noises). Stepping into our classroom, without telling you anything you would think it were SS-Two class as "big daddies" filled up every angle of the rectangular classroom, they were all exposed and negatively influenced. The classroom comprised two classes merged together (JSS-Three E and F), there were 99 students in my class JSS-Three E while JSS-Three F was surely up to 90 students if not up to the same 99, now you can imagine how rough and busy such classroom could be, always busy from 8am to 2:05pm just like a mini market. My school was the only government secondary school available among almost 15 towns in my local government area then, no wonder we were that many in my school - "many" is an understatement. The definition of a government school! The ratio of boys to girls was almost equal, we were all exposed to things that shouldnt be known by a student in our level but our age was not helping the matter, many of us were in their 20's. I was among the smallest and shortest girls in the class, I was just 14, not the blunt-headed type and also not the extremely brilliant kind of a girl, the fact that I was intelligent made me to be an average student. Some of the guys in my class would call me Queen-U, of course, my name is Akindele Queen Unice, now you have the idea how they came across Queen-U. I was not that fair in complexion but not dark, as in DARK, I consider my height to be average and normal not compared to the students in my class, jovial and indeed a garrulous somebody. This noise continued like 'principal got our back' that afternoon immediately after the ITS (Integrated Science) teacher left the class, during her period, she mentioned some sensitive words like virginity and co which was not new to me, she later said something like 'hymen' and 'clitoris' which were new to me, I hated having strange words especially in that field, I didn't want to be outdated since I was not really doing what my so called friends were into. My inquisitiveness triggered me to check up the meaning of those words, I wondered why I didn't ask the mistress when she was teaching but I remembered that she promised to flog anybody if she hears laughter from anyone and I might laugh asking such question, without wasting time, I borrowed dictionary from my friends and checked up what the words mean, smiles all over my face when I knew I just updated my word-bank, I could freely use them anytime there comes a discussion on that. I was so eager to use the words in order to prove to my friends that I knew more than they did, I left my seat and went to join them where they were discussing (probably narrating movies), on getting there, all they were discussing was about the pornography one of them watched on her brother's phone the previous night. What a class!
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| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by adedolapo189(m): 2:19pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Wow............. Booked space |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 2:55pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
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| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 2:57pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Since I could not beat them, I had to join them and so I did just to showcase I was not left out, the conversation continued and lasted for more than 45 minutes as I was just enjoying all they were saying, most of them practically knew what sex was all about, they appeared to me as professionals seeing the confidence in how they discuss it, sometimes I would want to experience it too, sometimes I would be jealous, sometimes I envy their enthusiasm. My physical appearance was not like that of a 14-year old girl, I was grown enough to be Hot, my structure would convince you that I was 18. Anytime I decided to try what those girls do, the voice of my Sunday-school teacher is what I would hear clearly - "Never Should You Lose Your Virginity Before Marriage, That Is Your Pride!" Upon the ear-blocking noise ongoing in my class I still heard my Sunday-school teacher's voice clearly - "Never Should You Lose Your Virginity Before Marriage, That Is Your Pride!". I could not control the temptation to respond to the unseen voice; "What if I do?" I spoke out angrily and absent-mindedly "Ehn, nothing much, you'll just get pregnant if you dont know your way" One of the girls responded coincidentally. I was confused for a while, "Who did I ask? Who responded?" I said to the girl "Yes naw, we asked you if you do have sex and you responded WHAT ID I DO as if you are angry" she clarified my confusion, that was when I knew that something was wrong with me, I left their midst to my seat, I sat down, placed my head on the desk and began to think about nothing specifically. There was never a Sunday service that my Sunday-school teacher would not ring it into our ears several times the warning about our virginity, I would wonder if she needed the virginity for something, "Why is she so concerned about what is ours? "When did she even lose hers? "How sure is she that we are virgins self" Nobody was giving answers to my rhetorical questions, my head was still on the desk with my eyes fully closed, a tap from a boy brought my mind back to the class, I looked up and found one small boy from Room A (JSS-Three A and B), he was holding a semi-rough paper, he stretched it to me; "Jide said I should give you" I had not even collected it before the shy boy dropped the letter and left, I looked at it and ignored at first, I could imagine his handwriting like that of the fowl, that was not his first letter to me telling me he loves me, Jide was one of the oldest guys in Room-A, I picked up the letter and opened it, it was a love letter written with poor handwriting and extremely bad English mixed with misspelled Yoruba words; "I wonder the language this one can write correctly" I said as I managed to read it, all I got from the letter was the same story (he loves me), I could remember the last time he wrote one to me I went to abuse him openly in his class, yet he went ahead to write another one, in the letter, he requested to see me any day I'm available after school hours, I returned his letter telling him we could meet at the path to the town-stream on Saturday evening so that he would say all he had to say once and for all. On Saturday evening, I told my mom I wanted to go and fetch water just to fulfil my appointment with Jide, I got to where we planned to meet inside one cassava farm along the path, I looked around and saw him sitting under a hut, he gestured to me to come, I made sure nobody was coming then I dashed into the bush-like cassava farm, I put on a frowned face immediately I got there, without wasting time he began to pour out all he had crammed to tell me, same old I-love-you; "Is this the reason you invited me?" I asked nonchalantly. "See Queen," he placed his two hands on my shoulders and continued... "...all those girls you see in our class have done it before" I knew what he could be up to, I noticed he moved closer to me, I didn't care since I was not sure if I would reject or not in case he tries anything, so I kept on looking until he began to touch me roughly in an amateur way, he was squeezing my body as if immigration officer was searching a foreigner, I began to feel the strange sensational feeling I used to feel whenever I joined those girls to watch porn, I didn't know what to do next as he busy touching and caressing me rougher and faster... "O ti e da bayi (It is good like this)" A man that I concluded to be the owner of the farm appeared from God knows where standing beside us holding both of us on the wrist. T.B.C |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Okusi(m): 3:53pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Hawlahscho: lashiri ba tu. Lemme go and download latest episode |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Dapo97(m): 4:11pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Hawlahscho:I Dan land!..(adjusting my glasses) |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Dapo97(m): 4:25pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
"O ti e da bayi (It is good like this)" A man that I concluded to be the owner of the farm appeared from God knows where standing beside us holding both of us on the wrist. . . . . chai..chai..see diz man ooh!nice update der..luv it!.. |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 5:21pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Continues Two "O ti e da bayi (It is good like this), you two are the thieves behind my cassava loss all this while, "You are here again today pretending to be doing something else, I must know your parents today, "What you chose my farm as venue for will be known to everyone" The man was still talking when Jide forcefully withdrew his hand and joined Usain Bolt, this time around he was more determined than Bolt because the race was between life and death, to my surprise the man left me and went after Jide, I was still looking clueless before it came to my mind that I should be on one motion at that moment, maybe oscillatory, zigzag, vibratory or translational motion, I began to run toward home as fast as my feet could carry me and my empty fetching bowl, when I was about to get home, I branched at the nearby well and fetched water and later went home, my mom didn't know what happened, I didn't tell anybody but in my mind, I was really disturbed; "What actually happened today?" I asked myself. "Why did I go to meet him in the first place? "What would have happened if the man did not show up? Hmmmmmm maybe I might have lost my virginity today "I think that would have been better self, after all I'll stop hearing my Sunday-school teacher's voice everywhere, "I am very sure, if that man had not shown up, the next thing I would hear is her voice. "But wait, what if Jide didn't run? I would be in serious pain and shame now because the man would beat heaven on earth on our body and our case would be different immediately, "I don't even know if he caught Jide or not, I dont pray he should catch him sha because that will be another forthcoming problem for us... "(sighs) it's really annoying as I'm the only female my parents gave birth to, males dont have hymen if not I would have asked my brothers when they lost theirs and how... "My mom is not even an option at all, she doesn't like talking about stuffs like that... She'll say it's evil meanwhile I'm in darkness about sexual life.. "If not for my classmates and school generally, I would be a condemned novice by now, imagine! at 14 she never for once educated me about sexual life." I was pouring out my mind audibly on bed in the night as I could not sleep, I remembered the next day was Sunday so I had to wake early, I closed my eyes to force the sleep and off I slept. |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by souloho19(m): 6:08pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Tnx a lot for d mention.. Anticipating the next update |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 6:13pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
On the glorious Sunday, the service was already going haywire, we could hear the choir from the Sunday school class, I always fantasized being a chorister one day because I love singing, it was remaining five years and seven months for me to graduate and leave the Sunday school for them and their virginity, I was sitting down attentively watching Mrs Frank (the Sunday-School teacher) as she was speaking the English with Igbo ascent; "For God so loved the world, that He gave us His only begotten son....." "That is the real love and not what anyone else tells you" she continued "All what those boys are after is your body, your pride, your virginity" she paused "I said it! I knew that's how she would end it! I'll have to excuse myself before she remembers her favourite quote again" I said to myself and stood u, I went to meet her and took permission to visit the-ladies, she gestured I could go as she continued her preaching immediately; "Never Should You Lose Your Virginity Before Marriage, That Is Your Pride!" She said and I looked back, shook my head and off to the church mission-house to urinate. I got to the first toilet and met it locked, "maybe they've separated that for elders" I thought, I checked the second one but could not tolerate how dirty it was, the third one was locked from inside, an indication that someone was inside, I gave a knock to remind the person that someone was waiting for him/her outside, in the next one minute, Paul came out of the toilet as if he had been waiting for me to knock. Paul was a son of one of the members in my church, he was in SS2 in my school, he would always call me his wife which I would just smile off, he winked to me in a seductive manner when he stepped out of the toilet, I just responded with a smile again; "Are you the one who knocked?" He asked with a low voice "Yes, and I was not expecting a guy to come out of the female' toilet" I responded but he seems he didn't hear or he pretended not to hear "I cant hear you" he said and gestured I should come nearer, I went nearer and repeated what I said earlier; "I'm sorry, it was not really my fault, I dont know who locked up males' toilet, besides, they have removed the 'male' and 'female' labels on the entrance door.. Ma binu iyawo mi (dont be offended my wife)" he apologized and touched my cheek, I still let out my innocent smile again, I was about to enter the toilet when he lightly hit my bum, I was shocked because that would be his first time of touching me like that, I looked at him with horror expression, he kept on smiling cheaply like an old-fool as if what he did was nothing; "What is it? Cant someone play with you again?... Look here Queen," he said as he lightly pushed me into the toilet and followed; "...it is because I like you" he was using one hand to lock the door as the second hand was on my shoulder moving rhythmically, he was through locking the door which left both of us in the toilet, he placed the left hand on my right bum which made me to step backwards a bit, I looked at him from head, I noticed a bulge on his trousers; "Bro Paul, what is this you're trying to do?" I asked like a novice hoping he would force me then I would know what sex is all about, without uttering a word he went down to raise my gown up, I didn't resist, he seemed happy that I was complying, he instructed I should turn and bend down holding the closet, I was terribly scared and was shivering when I noticed a flesh-like strong organ was trying to gain its way into me; "Ko ko ko" we heard on the toilet door, he paused as we both looked back. T.B.C |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 8:02pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Reading without dropping comment(s) is synonymous to killing  Let's try to take off our ghost mode and prove existence. Thanks all. 2 Likes |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by souloho19(m): 8:27pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
This children no get fear o..for church again  1 Like |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Angelinastto(f): 10:10pm On Feb 05, 2017 |
Hawlahscho:thanks for the mention swidy. Chumzypinky carry your heavy yansh, lemme sit o |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Okusi(m): 3:52am On Feb 06, 2017 |
Hawlahscho:won ti da gobe sile!!! |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Chumzypinky(f): 7:52am On Feb 06, 2017 |
Angelinastto:ewo! See ur palanga nyash like crayfist |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by gtin(m): 7:57am On Feb 06, 2017 |
Hawlahscho:Mak i park here |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Chumzypinky(f): 8:03am On Feb 06, 2017 |
Ewo! Ds world iyaff condemn and finish jhor! |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by YINKS89(m): 3:54pm On Feb 06, 2017 |
I don land. |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by talk2saintify(m): 4:40pm On Feb 06, 2017 |
Hawlahscho: PRESENT  2 Likes 1 Share |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 11:32am On Feb 07, 2017 |
Continues Three "Ko ko ko" we heard on the door, he paused as we both looked back, he quickly covered my mouth with his palm, I could imagine how scared he was due to the way he was vibrating like a tapped guitar string, I was not scared a bit which I dont even know why, we remained silent, I could recognize the man that knocked by his voice when he murmured; "and the person inside cant even respond at least", it was bro Uche, he immediately added; "well.. Some people dont like talking when they are in the toilet though" then he went into another toilet. Bro Paul and I looked at each other, I quickly stood up and pushed him out of my way, put on my undies properly, I was about opening the door to go out when I heard the sound of the door from one of the other toilets, bro Uche came out of the toilet; "Where will I find this bucket now?" He asked nobody in particular, bro Paul dragged me back and covered my mouth again very firm, he was already dressed up, bro Uche found the bucket he was looking for and went back into the toilet, when we noticed everywhere was quiet I opened the door and dashed out like Flash, without looking back, I was out of the mission-house heading back to the Sunday school, I dont know how bro Paul sorted himself out of the toilet back to the church. What a lifestyle! My mother! My mom, Mrs Akinade was a very devoted trader who doesn't joke with her business, she travels from one city to another even on some Sundays, she hardly had time to sit with me and other siblings to discuss anything with us about life and how to trend safely, if not for church I wouldn't know that some attitudes are not good for the children of God, bad influence in school and good influence in church courtesy of Mrs Frank, I was told I lost my dad when I was three, my two elder brothers have gone to the university while my younger brother, Keji was in primary five, I was the head of the house whenever my mom was not around, from the story I heard, my dad caught my mom with a man privately whom she claimed to be her business partner, my dad was a high tempered man so he threatened to kill the man but reverse was the case, I wish I knew the man. That was the main reason we relocated to a town near the city, I had few friends in the church, they really didn't like some part of my lifestyle which they would tell me almost every time, I would listen to them and was willing to change, but whenever I returned to school my mind got poisoned again, the miserable lifestyle continued... On this fateful Sunday night, my mom just returned from a three-day business journey, everyone was already sleeping after dinner when we were woken up by the sound of gunshots, fear gripped all of us, I could hear the voice of our neighbour in the other flat who was screaming for help before a thunderous revibrating slap landed on her which made her to go silent. The sound of the slap kept resonancing in my head, my mom quickly ran into our room, took my brother and instructed us to hide under the bed never come out, she had brought out all the money we had at home and the one she recently brought from market and placed everything on the table, then she knelt down on the rug in the sitting room and began to pray awaiting the entry of the terror ahead. I was not comfortable leaving only my mom in the sitting room, I instructed my brother to remain under the bed while I went to join my mom, as I got to the sitting room; "mummy mummy" I called her, "Gboa!" A single kick on our main door left the door wide opened, albeit the door must have have been opened by my mom for their easy entry, I went flat on the rug beside my mom; Robber 1: You guys are even ready. Robber 2: God will bless you people more, OK? Mum and I: Amen sir. Robber 3: I hope you guys are not trying to play deadly prank on us by giving us a little out of what is ours? Mom: No sir. This is all we have. Robber 1: Are you sure? Mom: I swear to God sir. Robber 2: Oya make we go check the other room. Mom and I walked two of the robbers into her room where the robbers ransacked the whole room but found nothing, they were about going out when one of them decided to check under the bed. Robber 1: Holy ghost! So na here una hide this small pikin and the remaining money, oya fly out. Robber 2: You brought out everything but your boy is still hiding under the bed, you lied that you've brought out all you have, anyone who lies will definitely steal, if care is not taken you'll become a robber one day, so I'll save the nation the misery of having one more robber to worry about. By this time, all of us were on our kneels begging for our life. Robber 3: Oya come (pointing to me) you must atone your mama sin, off your clothes. I was crying bitterly, even if I must to lose my virginity not to robber, I was pleading, he came closer to me and dump a slap into my face, the slap was effective to the extent that I did not know when I removed my night gown and left with only panties, he began to lick his lips, he grabbed my boobs and was handling them roughly, my mom could not take it anymore, she quickly came to grab me and told the robber to have her instead of me; the robber was still dragging with my mom, he was careless with his gun, she within two milliseconds snatched the gun from him..... "Gboa!" One of the robbers shot, my brother fainted while my mom went down on the floor. I began to hear police siren; Robber 2: Guys na police be that o Robber 3: Ah! F*ck! Let's move guys. They picked their gun and went out in a zigzag manner pointing gun at every angle. T.B.C |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Chumzypinky(f): 12:06pm On Feb 07, 2017 |
Who ws shot? |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 12:11pm On Feb 07, 2017 |
Chumzypinky:Maybe the person that snatched gun from d robber. |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by gtin(m): 12:50pm On Feb 07, 2017 |
Na wa oh, cnt they jst allow dis girl lose her virginity?  |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 1:50pm On Feb 07, 2017 |
gtin:LWKMD
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| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by bliss2al(m): 3:30pm On Feb 07, 2017 |
I see  |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by kajsa08: 6:30am On Feb 09, 2017 |
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I know I came late buh ama start following n digest it.
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| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 8:26am On Feb 09, 2017 |
kajsa08:You didn't come late dear  this is just the first page  Besides, it's better to be late than to be a late. |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Dapo97(m): 9:28pm On Feb 10, 2017 |
i luv thix mehn..More strength to ur hand nd more mb to ur fone...Just comman gve us more!God bless hadampson 4 inviting me er |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hadampson(m): 9:30pm On Feb 10, 2017 |
Dapo97: God bless u too bro 1 Like |
| Re: Why Should I Blame Whom? by Hawlahscho(m): 10:45pm On Feb 10, 2017 |
Continues Four I went down on the floor to see if I could still help my mom, "Mummy" I screamed, touching her face and crying, I could not see any trace of bullet on her body, I lifted her head lo and behold, she opened her eyes, "Mummy, you are alive" I screamed in joy, the robber that shot her must have missed his target, I went to check on my brother, immediately I touched him and called his name, he opened one eye and responded "Anti mi, se won ti lo? (My sister, have they gone)" God knows who thought him to pretend, we started hearing gunshots very loudly and nonstop, it seems the police and the robbers were exchanging the shots, we all crawled under the bed till the gunshots went down. The robbers left us with indirectly nothing which took my family some months to recover from the loss, I could not go to school for almost two months, most of my friends knew robbers came to our house, I returned to school then the indecent lifestyle continued with uncountable attempts to experience sex but all failed... ******fast forward****** Here was I in SS3, the Queen you knew in JS3 was now one extremely fair girl, slim yet busty, taller and more beautiful, I intentionally bleached my skin which you would rarely notice, the so called bad girls in school were now my close friends, if I say I was still a virgin you may ask 'how manage?' but the truth is, I was still a virgin which I did not know either, how I managed to remain one, "Your annoying hymen is getting thicker, your husband will need a screwdriver" my friends would lash me because I was the only virgin among them, I have tried in so many occasions to get rid of the virginity but something would always happen whenever the deed was about to be done. I and my family have relocated to the city in our own house, I changed school in SS2 when we left the former town, one of my elder brothers was already through with BEd and was job-hunting, I got a boyfriend within the month I changed school, the guy was the son of one rich man in that city - the main reason I agreed to date him, his mom is late, his dad was not always at home, most of the time I would leave home as if I was going to school just to head to Femi's house (the boyfriend) and use the whole day, the only thing the guy would do was just to romance me and would never attempt sex which I so much hated, I would have left him if not that he was rich, I dont know if his action was due to shyness or he was impotent. There came a day, his dad had travelled as usual, Femi and I were together in his room instead of being in school, we've bribed the maid and the gate keeper as usual, the caressing, spoonning, kissing and the like were in progress, we were both extremely in-the-mood to the extent that I was dripping, "Femi, please do it" I said empty-mindedly, as if he was expecting the request, in no time we were both totally unclad, he positioned me bent kneeling down, his two hands holding my waist and......... "Gba!" The room's door was opened with a kick "Jesus Christ!!! Femi! In my house?" His dad was standing surprised at the entrance, he slammed the door angrily and went out. "I'm doomed today" Femi said as he was covering his unclad body; "But you told me that your dad has travelled" I said with disappointment, fear and shyness all over me. "And did I say he would never come back? Would you pack your a$$ inside something now and let's face what we've caused." He responded with annoyance and continued to dress up. |
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