Coming of Age!🙋‍♀️🪽 - by The Jotter Keeper

Hi, My name is Gift, but I’m not really Gift am I? My real name lies in your mind after pronouncing Gift, the name that resonates in your mind, happens to be my real name, whatever name it may be, Hold it tightly. It’ll serve a purpose. You see, I used to be called a name that all Nigerian Females/Males collectively bear. I was a “Virgin” as you all know. At least to my big sister I was, I remained that fragile innocent girl, that couldn’t lift a pint of water at home, and was always sluggish, not because I wanted to be, but because I knew that my Elder sister is stupid, she’d stop at nothing to embarrass and humiliate me in front of her friends or family, without considering my feelings, or the fact that we’re of the same blood and bones. Her husband was the complete opposite, he’s a MOG(Man of God), he is a very great man, meek in nature, and always represented God very Chance he gets. I think he knows, or he might not know about my ordeal, an ordeal I’ll share with you soon, but he must deffo be aware of something. He’s smart, so I don’t think he’s buying all of those Innocent act I display at home. Like I said earlier, I once was called the name “Virgin” well, that’s what everyone believed. That was before I met Tade. Considering the fact that Gift isn’t my name, That makes Tade not his name too, so whatever name comes to your mind, use that to go with this. So the story began, Gift and Tade. We met when I was in Senior Secondary School 1, meanwhile Tade was already done with his National Diploma. I was 16, Tade was 20. We spoke, he liked me, and I realized I liked him back too. That was all we needed. Even though I knew I was still a teen, we began dating, since we felt the click, nothing else mattered. I turned 17 last year, 18 this year, Tade became 22. Something happened just as I was a step closer to 18, Tade wanted us to step things up, and in truth I was expecting it. That night, I lost that collective name. I simply was no longer a “Virgin” It was painful, but sweet! I gasped at the thrust and the blood that came out of my Private Area. It was Amazing, the next few moments was for pillow talk, before we went to bed that night. I miss Tade, but how can i tell him I know now why he wants me? That I know what his intentions are?If Tade really loved me, would he have turned down ripping me of my collective name, and make me walk heels high amongst my peers. Maybe just Maybe, I’d be proud of myself, so I can boldly say I’m not like my friends, but life has a way of surprising us. Maybe Tade used me to pass time, maybe he used me to clear konji, or he simply loves me, I keep asking myself those questions. Somewhere in all of this, My stupid sister still thinks I’m innocent, she think she can continue to embarrass me, I’m leaving her house for Tertiary education next year, I’ll make her retract her terrible words, her stupid acts towards me… Or maybe she trust me? Or she has an incline as to who I really am? If there’s ever a way to just call me and ask? Sit me down, let me know her intention? I doubt that’ll happen though. She’s dumb, and yet stupid. I’ll stop here for now, then maybe when I summon the courage, I’ll continue the story. I’m Gift, The Innocent fragile girl.

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