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Chidinma - A Tale of the Nigerian Girl Child


My parents were going to marry me off to settle their debt.

I was worth more than my sister's, because I was younger, prettier, more endowed and a virgin.

They had sold us off to send my brothers to school and pay for their apprenticeship.

We were the sacrificial lambs.

My two sisters, and now it was my turn.

We were like corn and yam to be traded for a better deal.

But I had a plan

I was just 14

But I had seen my womanhood one year ago.

So I knew what I had to do even before the set date.

I was the youngest yet I had the boldness of my father.

My beauty came from my grandmother.

I took nothing from my mother

I hated her as much as she despised me.

"You are different, stubborn and useless," she would often say.

I would reply, "why, because I refuse to be like you?"

Instead of sweeping and cooking, I preferred climbing trees and playing football with the boys.

"Don't worry, a husband will cure you."

My mother will say

I would respond

"Did yours cure you?"

And she would chase me with her slippers, but I was faster than her.

I was the fastest in the entire community.

So, one morning, my father called me and my brothers together for a meeting.

My mother was forbidden to attend but I could see the grin on her face as she prepared the meal and boiled the meat we were to eat during the meeting, I already knew what was to come.

My mother wouldn't smile while she cooked for me to eat with my father and brothers except something sinister was lurking around.

"Chi, my father said, you have seen your womanhood now, so it's time to contribute to the well-being and welfare of the family."

"As you know, your brothers need to pay their fees and renew their apprenticeship, so it's on you now to support the family that has supported you to womanhood."

I turned and saw my mother smiling and nodding as she stood by the kitchen door, listening and watching me, forbidden to even sit with her family for this meeting.

"Ok papa, I will do as you say."

I heard myself say in a voice I did not recognize.

My father was surprised, I guessed he expected a fight, but I wasn't going to give them that pleasure.

"Good, you see, your womanhood has brought you wisdom. Prepare, for your husband will come in the next three months, your dowry has already been paid in full."

We all ate in silence.

"You are all dismissed!" He said in finality."

I was 15 when we had this meeting.

At 15 I had buttocks the size of a full watermelon and my breasts were round like ripened oranges

My hips were large enough to support my full buttocks and my waist was tiny on a very flat stomach.

Climbing trees and football really paid off as it gave me the shape of an athlete, with thighs strong, well muscled and beautiful.

I hated the attention it brought me but today, I was grateful.

My assets would prove key to my plans.

Two weeks later, I visited Nonso.

He was the village cassanova.

He had succesfully bedded most of my friends and even the wives of some of the old chiefs.

He was my good friend.

I had told him of my plans and he had agreed immediately.

I had noticed the look he usually gave me whenever he escorted me to fetch water.

And he always insisted on playing against me during a game of football, I knew it was a ploy for him to squeeze my breasts and rub his manhood against my bum while we played.

Of course he compensated by allowing me score and win.

But deep down, electricity went though my body whenever his cock brushed my bum or his hands fondled my breasts.

Sometimes when we swam in the river, I would allow him touch my breasts from my clothes, I never pulled for him.

Of course each touch costs something, sometimes a tuber of yam or some fresh new cowries I used on my full natural long hair.

Other times, I would let him kiss my cheeks just so he would carry my water for me.

I would always go back to the river alone, dive deep and touch myself while I imagined him pushing his rod between my thighs till I vibrated like the village masquerade who danced in cricles every market day.

As I was saying...

I visited Nonso and without much ado he lifted me up and carried me to the mat.

He spread my legs and loosened my wrapper, he gasped when he realized I wasn't wearing any undies.

"Wow, no undies, no pubic hair!"

"Must be Christmas!" He moaned wide eyed.

I giggled.

He offed his shirt immediately and lowered his tongue between my legs.

I saw stars!

I moaned in a voice I did not recognize and aaarrrrrhhhh in a rhythm I never knew I knew.

Soon I was vibrating like I usually do while touching myself, only this time, it was more intense.

I threw my T-shirt away and as his eyes went up, they stopped abruptly on my breasts, then something happened...

He began vibrating and shaking.

Next thing he relaxed and stayed still below me.

"Nonso, what happened, are you okay?" I asked naively.

"Shit, shit, shit, Chi, I'm not okay. I just spilled my seed.'' he swore.

"Your breasts, these breasts are not ordinary, you are not Ordinary. I have never seen or met a woman like you. Please forgive me for this has never happened to me before."

I didn't understand what he was saying or asking forgiveness for, but I loved how it made me feel just listening, so I giggled.

"I'm a girl not a woman, but Ok, thank you, can we continue."

He hesitated for a second then said. "I don't know how to say this, but you have to do to me what I did to you."

"Which is?" I asked

"You will suck me too."

"God forbid!!!"

"I rather marry that old bastard than suck your ugly, dirty penis."

So I stood up and wore my clothes.

"We will try again tomorrow, I said and please I won't remove my shirt so you won't spill your seed outside and not inside me as we planned."

"Kachifo" I said

He mumbled something, I could see shame on his face and I wondered why.

My plan will work, I will be deflowered and get pregnant then I'd see how my father and mother will marry me off to pay the debt of brothers I do not know, love nor cared about, a feeling I knew was mutual.

The stuffs women go through.

Chidinma!

The end


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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