How to get wet in a roofless house!

When I left my house on Sunday I swear to whatever you believe in that I never had sex in mind. I just wanted to have my body touched. I wanted to get love or appreciation, maybe something to last a month or two, I took a book as a gift, maybe he will kiss me even more.

I just had sex the Sunday before valentine, I had made a decision to be celibate. I wanted focus, maybe I will discover myself, maybe I might get love too.

I had been slow with writing. Don’t call me a poet! I write when am angry, happy or not feeling a thing: sometimes I want to write so bad, cry so loud and maybe masturbate till my clitoris hurt. For two months I couldn’t write, I needed to find myself and so I thought to create an experience, one that alligns with my mood.

When I left my house on Sunday I swear to whatever you believe in that I never had sex in mind. I just wanted to have my body touched. I wanted to get love or appreciation, maybe something to last a month or two, I took a book as a gift, maybe he will kiss me even more.

We talked alot about God, he wasn’t a religious person at such: he believed in God and his teachings but he preferred to sit at home on Sundays and play a video game; the same video game he was playing while I talked and talked about myself and my sister.

Lets kiss I offered, I don’t know how to kiss he replied: I moved my lips to his, he took my lower lip and savoured me like chocolates! I opened my eyes to look at him, his eyes were closed, I felt turned on, nothing turns me on like when a guy closes his eyes to kiss me.

Lets fuck! I offered; he pretended not to hear me! He kept kissing me, lets fuck I offered again, I removed my jeans and laid down on a soft low bed, we kept trying to penetrate but it kept slipping out. I gave him a mouth job, I liked how he twisted his fist and struggled with his legs, instincts told me, he was having a good time.

His organ was not to large a size, but I liked that I wouldn’t cry when he penetrates, even at that, his first thrust brought a tear to my eyes, not again I muttered. He kept thrusting in and out of me, what if I get pregnant? You Won’t he said. He withdrew fast enough, but not fast enough! I had sperms on my thighs and forearm. I used the rest room, got ready, he gave me a plate of salty pasta, he talked about how he was indifferent about sex and how he wants to, if not marry someone who is like him, so he is trying so hard to be a better person. He told me about how he would like to get married in two years time. My heart broke, marriage is a path I can’t trend, maybe later, but not today or tomorrow.

I came to my house, it has been without roof for 14 days now! We were out of cash and time. But worry is a lazy mans drug! So we had faith and believed God for a miracle.

That night the rains came heavy and poured on me. I hate wetness; this type of wetness maybe, I pulled my cousin to my arms and spoke to my mom in assurance. My hair dripped in twos! I mopped and cleaned the already gathered water, it looked like some sought of flood! Never in my life have I stayed in a house without a roof and got wet under it.

I pulled the chairs and mopped hard, I wiped a tear from sliding, I wished my dad was here. Mom made some funny jokes about her childhood in the village, I laughed and joked about my life in a government boarding house: my cousin laughed too, maybe if she understood, she will add a story of hers too: life is hard!

We slept on a wet bed, I thought about touching my myself a little, to relief the stress or maybe think about David. A mosquito landed on my lap, I slapped myself instead, I thought about him for a moment, I was in love with him, but love is a strong word for people with courage, selflessness and endurance, I only have courage and little capacity to love or not to.

He never called me, I wish he did! Why do people explore me and leave me in the blank! I asked him about how he felt about the last sex? I begged him to tell me, I really wanted to get drunk in his words! I wanted assurance that I am doing better or not, either ways, I wanted talks from him, I wanted to write about his fine and black body. He never helped me, and for this I am sore with hate, hate for men and all mankinds who will never appreciate the special effort it takes me to give pleasure.

The second rain came again! My house was roofless still. David came with chocolates and a book, he kissed me by the door as if to say ” long time no see” We talked for a few and the rains laughed at us again, we got wet and mopped again, this time it got heavier than the first. I particularly hated the way the rain made David mop, he looked cute in it. He helped me so much I thought we might make a good couple. But we had talked about our sex life, he seemed happy with his, you could tell from his looks.

I couldn’t sleep neither was I awake, I sat on a stool because our bed was wet, my phone woke me up from my slumber, it was my hikers friend telling me if I was coming out to hike? No I said as I stood up from the chair I was on.

Today is Victor’s Rhapsody Majams’ one year remembrance, exactly one year I told him to leave if he wasn’t ready to rehearse, he left, he was the only consistent ywap(youth with a purpose), soul flame, member who came for the everyday rehearsals, we were preparing for the first hip hop hurray concert, I was the team head.

I woke up to the news of his death, I cried like I lost a baby, I went to the mortuary to find him and I saw him, pale and pink lips, love in a blue sky.

He had a cardiac arrest while jogging, I cried so loud now, I wouldn’t have told him to leave, I wouldn’t have.

It’s not hard to get wet in a roofless house really, just get a mop and a bucket, tears and sockets. Life is hard, too hard that I won’t stop trying till I get it right.

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