MY FIRST SURGERY!

 

At the ripe age of 15 years

was when it first happened

I had filled out,

like a well written letter, punctuated in the right place

and from the stares and open admiration visited on my body

I'm a sight for sore eyes

 

I had just discovered pleasure

lurking in the recess of my body

from touches purely accidental

to the ones from Ugo's able finger

I was a miracle waiting to happen

or so I thought.

 

That hot afternoon in November

mother's 'honey-Joe' offered me a chilled glass of orange juice

I saw the looks they exchanged

but I was too parched to care,

I mean it was after all from my mother's husband

 

Weeks later I would replay waking up

my skirt still on but half up my thighs

strangely I'm not with either of my tights or panties

a strange bitter-sour taste hangs in the beginning of my throat

I felt sore in between my thighs

blood stain and another I couldn't describe.

I would go on to tell mother that night

she shrugged it off as those things dream does to you

strange she wouldn't look me in the eyes

somehow I know I had been had

especially I wake up from strange sleeps at odd periods

often preceded by drinking something mum gave me or good old honey-Joe

 

I got my pen-knife two days ago

it's double edged and razor sharp

that snaking piece between honey-Joe's legs

is gonna be taken surgically from him

it would be my first surgery

after all mother said I would be a doctor.

 

Oh and I did detach it

so much blood and squealing like a pig

he's starting to stare at Chioma's budding breasts...

Oluwole.