He asked me. "how are you?"
I wanted to scream, shout, tell him about him. Tell him that I'm not fine. Tell him everything that happened but in the end I took a deep breath and replied. "I am fine."
That is the biggest lie I tell each day.

"

please  nau , lemme just touch." the six year old boy begged the little girl. 

"no, my mommy  yaff  tell me that it is a bad thing. "the little girl, insisted. 

"but please  nau , my mommy use to do it to my daddy in the night. How can it be a bad thing?" the young boy persisted. 

"how did your daddy use to do it?" she asked. 

"in the night, when my mommy think that I'm sleeping. I use to hear her and my daddy be doing,  oooow ! Take it small, small small  oo . He tried to mimic the  exact sound his parents made. "they use to think I'm sleeping but no, I use to open my eyes and look from under the blanket."

" ahhh ! What do you use to see, there? the little girl asked innocently.

"I use to see my daddy squeezing my mummy breast and another time. I saw him kissing my mummy and both of them did not wear clothes  oo ." the boy said. "let me kiss you, I'll do it like how my daddy use to do for mummy. He'll put his mouth inside her mouth."

"your mouth that is smelling."

"han han  nau , my mouth that I brush today.  Oya  let me touch your own like how my mummy and daddy use to do." the little boy said. 

"it'll be paining me,  sebi  the time you did it, it was paining me very well." the girl insisted. 

" oya , please I'll not allow it to pain you. I'll do it like how my daddy use to do. It did not use to pain my mummy." the boy begged. 

"if  it pain me, I'll not play with you again  ooo ,  oya  but don't let it pain him  oo ." she warned. She removed her small top  and tossed it way. Now, leaving her bare chest exposed. 

"but your own is not as big as mummy own  na ." the boy complained. 

"lemme  jor ,  oya  quickly do it. Soon my own will be very big."

The boy stares at the tiny dot in her chest. Scenes of how his parents did their own flashed in his mind. When though  her's  was flat,  unlike  most 7 year old, she could be  considered a bit busty. He moved closer to her and started touching it, just like the way he saw his parents do. 

"small, small. You're scratching my chest  nau ."

"it's it me that say  you should have small one.

" Hahhhh ! What are doing  nau ." the girl shrieked as she noticed that the boy had his mouth closer to her. 

"that's how I use to see my daddy do it. He use to put in mouth in it." he replied.

"sha don't bite me oo."

They both continued, the young boy savouring it and the girl allowing herself to be used. She felt a sudden urge to pee, she freed herself from his grip. "it have do already, you've been pressing my own, but you dinur allow me to press your own and I want to wee wee sef."

"sorry ehn, I'll allow you to press my own. Oya comman wee wee in my front. Me too I want to wee wee." the girl dragged her skirt down, as she bent down to wee wee. The boy also followed suit, dragging her trouser down and urinating in their room on the floored tiles.

"Shey your mummy will not beat you that you are wee on the floor." the girl asked.

"no, I'll tell Aunty Jane to clean it." he replied.

"gimme water, I want to wash my bum bum. My mummy use to help me wash my bumbum after I wee wee." the little girl said after she had passed out her urine, still squatting on the floor.

"me too, I will wash my bum bum oo."

"oya, let me wash your bum bum and you too wash my bum bum for me." the girl suggested.

"okay let me bring bowl and water."

"Digiola oooo." a voice jolted her from her thoughts. She looked up to see, Demmie staring weirdly at her. "what happened?"

"I've been calling you since, you'll tell me why you're zoning out when you're not ozone layer." he teased. "it's break time already, so I came to call you, let's go and buy something."

"go without me, I have to head to the staffroom." she said as she stood up from her seat and left.

"what's wrong with all my friends today." Demmie muttered.

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Noisy class, and papers scattered carelessly on the floor, books scattered around the classroom and students gathered in clusters gisting while very few were actually with their book and the rest had gone out for break. Ss1 commercial A was sure of a mess.

Moralayo was among those few that were with their book only that in her case, she was just with the book in her hand, absolutely nothing was entering her head. After moments of pretending to be reading. She finally gave up as she packed her books and dumped them in her school bag. The growl released from her stomach, reminded her of the fact that she had not eaten since the last night. The three plantain she ate could not be considered as a breakfast.

"yee!! What's that smell." she exclaimed internally, as a strong nice fragrance hit her nose.

Hausa pef!?

She looked up to see Jabil talking with his sister. Jabil was far the lightest boy in the whole of the school. He's a conc Hausa boy and had  Hausa beauty. With his pointed nose that looked like that of the Americans and his tall height, he was sure considered a competitor to boys. He has a twin sister who is his her seat partner, Jabila, light-skinned like her brother also, a very quiet girl and also brilliant. She had a cute round face and was also chubby. She was far the cutest girl in her class but no boy could try to come close enough to her, if they don't want to receive the wrath of Jabil. Despite that they were twins, they were so different in their personality types.

"ina kudina?" Jabil asked.

"baya tare dani oo." Jabilla replied.

"jira......"

"hace! Oya it have do. You people should be swearing for us ooo. You don't know that it's not everybody here that grab Hausa." one of her classmate interrupted.

"could you interrupt again? With another irrelevant story to interject into a conversation that I'm clearly not having with you." Jabil lashed.

"Yeeee"
"Savage baba oo"
"1-0"

"ode, even if you I swallowed a bowl of alphabets. I'd still spit out a better thing that what you said." the latter replied.

The current comeback fight had attracted lots of students to watch. Some stood by the window while others entered the class for a proper view. It was no surprise that Jabil was among. People viewed him as a rude boy, because of the way he behaved and also he was a big-time snub.

"you know, sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut and give the impression that you're wise than to open it and remove all doubt."

"ouch! This one enter!"
"Chibuike, abeg go sleep."
"king savage Jabil."

"and you know what, I would have love to tell you how I really feel but I wasn't born with enough middle finger to express my self in this case." Jabil continued.

"Jabil, e don do nau."
"3-0 Gbefun!"
"Jabil, be calming down."

"that's a enough you people." the loud authorative voice of their class captain shut them off. "what cause the fight in the first place?"

"Hausa translation." someone replied as the whole class bursted into laughter.

"oya, Kayode, please come and interpret for us." Kayode is a boy in their class who is very fluent in Hausa. Although a Yoruba, he grew up in the north hence the reason he was fluent in the language.

"okay, Jabal asked Jabila for money and Jabila said that she doesn't have, then Jabal told her to wait, and wanted to say something else before Chibuike interrupted." Kayode explained.

"mtcheww..... Oya it have do,you people should go back to your class and Jabal, thank you. We don't need your entertainment again." the class captain hissed, as Jabil left without saying a word.

"very rude stupid boy." Chibuike insulted as he noticed Jabal had gone.

"ode, when he was here. You did not talk ooo."a classmate said.

Moralayo looked left to see Jabilla scribbling on at paper. It surprised her that she behaved mute when her brother was bantering but she shrugged it off anyways.

**********

"that will be 200 naira." the shop keeper replied.

"okay Ma." she made to remove the money from her pocket.

No money!!?!

"sister, don't waste my time. You see not the only student nau.

"damn it!! She didn't remember to collect money from her dad.

"if you don't have the money, drop my things biko." the shop keeper replied with a tone of anger.

"sorry ma, add two more gala, and two Maltina." a voice from her back said. "price on me."

Talk about Prince Charming.

The shop keeper packed it and gave to the boy. She watched as he paid the woman before he turned to her.

"you should be more careful next time." he said as he handed her a gala and malt.

"Th...Thank you." Layo stammered.

He let out a smile at the way she acted shy. "Somto is the name." he said as he extended his hands for a handshake.

"Layo," she responded. For some weird reasons she was still surprised that Somto was talking to her. Though they were in the same class. They've never had a proper conversation. Somto was the super friendly boy that had a bubbly aura while she was much different, far far different.

"if you don't mind, come have lunch with my friends and I."

"uhmmmm, I don't know." she replied, nervously.

"please, just this one time."

"oh..ohkay."

How could she not know? How manage she her mind did not go there. Sitting down with Somto and his friends included her sitting with Digiola and Demmie. She felt really self conscious of herself as their gaze landed on her.

"well-done sir," Demmie mocked. "you walked out of us this morning and now you're bringing a girl to this table. This is like the sixth girl you've brought to this table." Demmie said as they approached.

"ode, I don't blame you nau," he said as he sat down. He sat opposite Digiola while Layo sat opposite Demmie in the sense that they sat facing each other with only the table to demarcate them.

Layo couldn't stop thinking like everybody that looked at her sees the thing she hates about herself and that usually made her feel low. The worst of all his that neither Demmie nor Digiola had said a word to her since she got on their seat.

"Omo! I don tire, I go block this babe oo" she heard Demmie complain.

"Wetin she write this time?" Somto asked.

"I thought happiness begins with h why does mine begin with u. he replied.

"too clingy."

"better block the babe."

"chill, she don send another one."

Admirer 1😒 :I should charge you rent for the number of times you spend in my mind. 😍😍.

Digiola erupted into laughter. "too cheesy."

"better block the girl fast fast."

"before nko."

And just like that Layo felt left out. Even Somto that had brought here here left her ignored. She watched as they talked among themselves. It was so obvious that they were really close friend. Even Digiola whom everyone viewed as bossy and hardcore actually had a soft side and Demmie, the way he laughed was out of this world. Somto was more of the coolest among them.

"aren't you taking your malt?" she heard Somto question..

"Uhmm..... I don't like malt."

"tor, you should have said that in the first place."

She could depicher whether he was angry or just cool about it. "sorry," she mumbled.

"Give me your malt then." Demmie said as he took the malt without waiting for a reply from Digiola.

Rude much!

**************

"let's do doggy style." the little boy said to the girl.

"where's my mummy?" she asked clearly ignoring him.

"my mummy and your mummy go out. Aunty Jane yaff go the market." he replied. "oya nau, let's do it."

"leave me nau," she complained. "which one is doggy style?"

"I don't know but sebi you know it? I use to hear my daddy tell my mummy." he replied.

"I don't know it too. I'm still angry with you. You touch my own but you did not allow me to touch your own."

"sowey nau, my own is not as big as your own. Don't worry, I'll tell my mummy to give me out of her."

"okay, but let me see your own." she said.

"why nau?"

"let me just see it jor."

The boy removed his shirt and tossed it  away and the girl followed suit, leaving both of them shirtless. She moved nearer to him as she trailed her finger over his shirt. The boy Who was clearly enjoying it started making inaudible sounds.

"so this how my mummy and my daddy use to enjoy oo." the boy screamed.

"stop shouting jor." she warned as she continued. The boy also did the same to her, trailing his hands over chest. Afterall, that was what his parents usually and his mother always told him that anything she did was right.

"what are you doing nau." the boy shrieked.

"it's one film I watch with my mommy. The man removed all the woman clothe and touch her bum bum."

"no nau, remove your own skirt, lemme be the one to touch your bum bum." the boy suggested.

"okay." the little girl removed her skirt, leaving her in only pant. "don't remove my pant ooo. My mummy tell me that if I should remove my pant. I'll have a baby but I already have my baby. You are my baby."

"yes, I'm your baby and you too you're my baby. My daddy call my mummy his baby." the boy said.

"oya, start squeezing." she said as she positioned her bumbum to his front.

"don't goan mess oo." the boy teased.

"yes, my baby." she giggled.

"is what we are doing bad?" the girl asked.

"my mummy use to tell me that  daddy and mummy cannot do anything that is bad. And my they use to do it. So no, it's bad or is it? "

"no, Sebi pawents are always right?"

She couldn't help the stray tears that fell. She was young, stupid and naive. She brought out her handkerchief from her pocket as she wiped her tears.

This was only the beginning.

But this was also the beginning.

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