And this is my story…
I have never had a kiss in my whole life before, perhaps that had made me not realize the power and passion that goes with it, until now.
Now here I am, wallowing in thoughts and pain, swimming in an ocean of self depression. I really can’t tell what feeling I’m having right now, but I guess I just wish the earth to open up and swallow me. At least that would make me feel better- ouch! That was just me thinking out loud. But come to think of it, why is this happening to me? I really just can’t tell why I should be the victim of this ugly predicament.
It all happened in a flash-more like a lightning. It happened so quick that I can’t even concentrate my thoughts on it. I’d thought that things were going to work out pretty well, but unfortunately for me the reverse became the case. My first kiss, yes the kiss that caused it all, the kiss that double triggered off the whole situation to a worse state. I never could have believed, and still can’t believe that things have turned out the way they are now, it hurts to live with the feeling that this is my fate-my ugly fate. Owh, had I known? Oh yes I had knew, but I didn’t know that it will get this far.
The worst part of it all is that nobody believes me, absolutely no one believes in my story, not even Angel whom I’d thought was a very good friend of mine. Even the school manager thought I was telling a fable- a white lie to cover up for my atrocities, notwithstanding that I have so much trust on him.
I was at the school farm picking okra when Louis ran up to me, panting furiously from running a long distance, all the way from their class potion of the farm.
“Come on Louis! What is it? Why are you panting like an agama lizard that fell off an iroko tree?” I turned and dropped a tomato into the basket. I think the tomatoes have done pretty much better than the okra this season.
“Its…it’s…” he stuttered
“It’s what? Why are you acting weird, what’s wrong?” I asked seriously, setting the basket aside- the basket of crop I’ve harvested.
“It is the manager… he wants to see you now in his office.” He said and breathed “…senior I just want you to know that whatever happens that I’m always here for you. I believe you didn’t do it” he added.
I fished out my handkerchief from my back pocket and wiped my hands as I stole a glance at Louis. “Well I gat to go. Just maybe I didn’t get back before agric period is over, give that basket to Daniel, let him help me submit it to the Agric master. That’s all I could get from my portion this season.” I said as I ran off to the Manager’s office. “Well be good, senior!” he yelled at my back.
The Manager’s office was kind of jumpy. Books were left littering all over his desk and the rug looked upturned and rough. He was at his cushion seat operating his laptop computer, when I’d come in.
“Come on in Stan, sit.” He said lifting up his head from the screen of his computer. “Good day father, hope all is well” I managed to say as I sat down directly opposite him, moping at the bunch of files on his desk. He looked into my eyes for few seconds before he spoke, “All is not well Stan but all is also not bad. You’ve gat to thank your stars you aren’t getting all expulsion after all. You are just gonna get an indefinite suspension.”
I was shocked, as if struck by twenty thousand volts of electricity. The chair I was sitting couldn’t contain me anymore, I had to stand up. I felt utterly confused. Suspended from school for what?
“I… I… didn’t do it, Father believe me I didn’t do it. Please father you’ve gat to understand me, help me. Don’t get me suspended from school; my Dad is not in town. Please Father believe me when I say I didn’t do it.” I said as tears dropped freely from my eyes down my cheeks, I was on my knees begging and pleading.
After some seconds of heavy silence, the manager breathed out heavily. “Stan. It’s a pity can’t help it because I don’t believe you. The facts are there, or have you forgotten that I’ve a tape? God knows I’m trying to be lenient here, off course you know what punishment goes with what you did. The girl’s father has decided to take this a notch higher. Did you see those guys on my secretary office? Well, they are men on mufti, I mean they are policemen on mufti, and they have been issued an arrest warrant to take you immediately I issue you your suspension papers.”
I felt like the world is spinning around me. Everything is happening pretty way too fast for my comprehension. I stood up from my kneeling position and gazed into the Manager’s face, hoping for a miracle to happen, hoping he would just say ‘come on Stan, I was just joking’. But in as much as I wished and hoped for him to say those words, it never came. Instead I got more agonizing words. “Stan, you know I tried to get you off this hook but I couldn’t and I’m sorry for it. I’m sorry for everything” he said as he served me my suspension letter, and ushered me off from his office to be arrested by the men in his secretary’s office.
“But Father, you can’t let this happen to me, you can’t allow them take me. I’m innocent of the accusations. Believe me Father, please!” I yelled as the men pushed me to their car. Just as I was about to enter the car, my eyes met with Angel’s, she was standing at the door of the Bursar’s office.
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Hmmm, well that was how I gat arrested. Had I known the power of a kiss, the passion that accompanies an inappropriate first kiss! Oh God why me, why me of all people, why is all these happening to me? How can I be arrested from school for sexual harassment and child molestation?
My parents are out of town, and their phone lines aren’t going through. They have not gotten the information that their soon-would-be-seventeen year’s old son has been arrested and detained for child molestation and sexual harassment; a crime he didn’t commit. Wow, how life plays tricks on us. We are just but a window to nature. I certainly know that God will intervene for me; I know that he can’t just be sitting up there doing nothing about this ugly situation. Everything happens for a reason, nothing just happens I know that for sure, but I’m yet to see the reason why I’m behind bars, while I am just seventeen and probably committed no offence even to be in the Juvenile.
My thoughts flashed back to the girl that caused all these. I had thought that being with a lady will be sweet and nice, not knowing that it is the most agonizing thing that can happen to a being- a male being. It is my fourth day here, and nothing has been said or done about me getting out. The only rumour I managed to hear is that Stephenie has flown out from the country, her parents have sent her abroad to recuperate from the recent happenings in her life, and perhaps to see their family Doctor and therapist.
Her Dad Mr. McAnthony is the C.E.O of Mctony flour mills and cereals, a very wealthy man indeed- no doubt about that and he is also a very strict parent I guess. Maybe that is why he has to go the extra mile of putting me behind bars, or perhaps it might be because of… oh sorry forget about that.
Stephenie, the very first girl that my lips met hers, the very first girl I nurtured real feelings for notwithstanding what I already know about her. I was damn focused to change her, to make her my type, but above all to use her for me against ‘them’. Our first meeting had been an accident; we had run into each other at the bursary department of our school.
“Owh sorry” she said as she bumped into me, spilling the cup of ice cream I was eating. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to” she added apologetically , fishing out her hankie from her pocket to wipe off the ice cream that have dissolved into my white shirt. “You’re welcome” I accepted her apology and continued. “I’m sorry too, it was also my fault. I wasn’t looking ahead.” I confessed as we both looked straight into each other eyes, silence reigned, but the tension to say something hung heavily in the air. Butterflies roam my stomach, electric current plowed through me. She was damn too pretty.
“Stanley Benedict, Library Prefect BRIGHT STARS COLLEGE. Hmm, that is a nice name you’ve gat here. Nice post too” she read the prefect’s badge clipped to my breast pocket. I was stunned by her beauty, her curves were too vivid, and the temptation to hug was overwhelming.
“I’m Steph, Stephenie McAnthony. Nice meeting you Stan.” She offered her arm for a handshake, which I non-hesitantly took. “Nice meeting you too, Steph” I pronounced as I held her arm longer than usual. It was soft- as fragile as a pillow and I’d wanted to hold her more. I cast my gaze at the back of her palm, there was a tattoo; a green tattoo of a tiny cat. I had to be cautious, very cautious of…
Well that was how we met, that was how it all started, I knew I had to be cautious of the kiss- the long planned kiss. I can’t help it but fall for her, falling prey to her striking attributes. I guess this is love at first sight. Well that was then.
Come to think of it. Why am I even detained? Why am I behind bars for a crime I know I didn’t commit? I’m pretty sure that I won’t be able to survive it here till next week when the government would assign me an attorney to pick up the defense of my case which will be coming up next month. I know my civic rights, I know for sure that I shouldn’t be prison, I should not be detained, I haven’t been heard then why must I be behind bars.
I must contact my people they have to know, at least no one is certain of the future, no one can boast to know what tomorrow brings. I don’t have a cell phone, but the prison authorities’ gat a phone booth that is ran by a lady. I’m gonna call my parents and tell them the state I am in now.
I still can’t believe this; I had never for once dreamt that stuffs like this could ever happen to me. All my life, I’ve tried to be cautious of how I mingle with peers- I was acting wise, following Dad’s advise ‘avoid bad peers. Always remember ‘show me your friends and I will tell you who you’re’ and ‘bad company corrupts good manners’.
I’d thought I was clever, wise wiser than King Solomon. Me wiser than Solomon? Nope I meant to say wiser than the tortoise, but the tortoise is a very holy animal while I’m not, I’ve never been and will never be. I had always kept to myself, I’ve always been my real self and I have always had my way. Nobody, absolutely nobody can predict me- not even a fortune teller. I was hard to read and that had pretty much really influenced my being, even in the prison.