MY FIRST LOVE ❤ In in HIGH school

My First Love Making in Secondary School

I don’t like how some people assume that once you hear “first love making,” it must be about bed matters. Calm down. Nobody removed anything that day, but it was still the most embarrassing, chaotic day of my secondary school life.

Let me take you back to 2010. I was in SS2, an innocent boy from a strict Christian home where my mother prayed like every demon lived next door. I attended St. Gregory’s Comprehensive Secondary School, the kind of school where the principal spoke Queen’s English like he was born inside Oxford dictionary.

That year, love was the new virus spreading through the school. Every week, somebody was caught writing a love letter, and the punishment was always public disgrace. You’d kneel in front of the assembly, holding a cardboard that said “I AM A LOVE FOOL.”

So you can imagine my confusion when it finally happened to me.

It all started with Amara.

Amara was one of those girls that made you forget your name. She had the kind of smile that made you miss your step and pretend it was the floor’s fault. She sat two rows ahead of me in class and had handwriting that looked like it came out of Microsoft Word.

I didn’t plan to fall for her, but one Tuesday morning, she borrowed my Mathematical set, smiled at me, and called me “sweet boy.” That “sweet boy” destroyed my academic focus for three straight weeks.

By the next week, I was writing a love letter.

The problem was that I had never written one before. So I asked my seatmate, Kelechi, for help.

Now, Kelechi was the self-proclaimed “Love Minister” of the class. He had written more letters than WAEC had questions. His confidence was annoying, but his letters always worked.

He said, “No worry, I go help you compose something wey go touch her spirit.”

That was the beginning of my downfall.

He wrote the letter like a Nollywood script. It began with:

“Dear Amara,

When I see you, my heart does backflip like Gymnastics in Olympic. You are the sugar in my tea, the only mosquito that can bite me forever.”

I should have known that was a bad idea.

He continued:

“If love is a crime, let Police arrest me. I will confess under interrogation that it is only you that has stolen my heart.”

When he was...