Deception

It all started on a bright afternoon in school. I met her in our school garden picking some flowers. Her uniform skirt was above her knees and I can almost see her pants when she bends down, and her shirt cannot hold the weight of her breasts.

Admiring her beautiful body and glamorous face got me lost for some time and I started whispering to myself as I slowly Walk close to her; "oh my God, this girl is beautiful. Is she really a pupil from this school? Coz I've never seen her type here. Or, could she be the devil that mum has been talking about? Oh somebody please answer me.."

Before I could realize how close I was to her, I had already hit her from the back. Her cold fat ass landed heavily on the bottom of my stomach which left me speechless, only God knows what I was thinking...

She was like "oops! Are you okay?" Thinking I was blind and I pretended to be one, not knowing I was only lustfully blinded by her irresistible being. She struggled to lift me up from the ground, in that struggle she mistakenly raised my shirt and saw my perfectly lined abs and obliques. She touched my chest and finally became lost.

Now we're two lost birds in the jungle...

She kissed me and said, "I love you blind boy, my name is TD." I replied "l love you much more, but I'm not blind. I was only blinded by what I saw in the garden. I'm AbuBakarrThePoet." In a rush, I hugged her forgetting to ask about the meaning of her two-letter name.

A few minutes later, our hands were filled with roses as we walk home.

As time goes by, we grew so much in love with each other to the extent of even choosing her over anything else. Little did I bordered to know her more.

One day I invited her and some of our friends to my family party, she promised to attend but never did she. I never asked why because I thought she was trying to protect our relationship, so I was okay. She apologized and promised to make it up to me and I forgave her.

It was a lucky afternoon for me when I received a text from her. "Hey! I came to see a relative close to your street, so I thought it'd be wise to pass by. Is it good if I come over?"

When I saw the text my heart fell into my stomach with butterflies flying all over and I replied "sure, it'll be great having you here." I quickly rushed into the bathroom, got my toothbrush for the second time, have a quick bath, put on my new white boxers, body splash with a beautiful fragrance and lay on the bed. I never knew what was going to happen but I was just being security conscious. ('De kip tik biyɛn domɔt').

A few minutes later I heard a knock on my door, "come in!" I said. She opened the door halfway and stepped one of her legs in first. I saw a perfectly curved chocolate leg with a mini skirt that barely covers her thighs. At first, I thought she couldn't open the door so I walked up to help her. But before I could reach there she had already entered. I greeted her, but she was constantly staring at me and didn't reply. Before I could try it for the second time she had already grabbed my neck and thundered me a passionate kiss that left me speechless. She pushed me onto the bed and started licking my chest and abs while I was lying helplessly.

She asked me to lick from her honey pot and I did. But the honey in there tastes totally different and far sweeter than the one I used to know. I licked and licked till I almost got drowned in her honey pot. She took my precious boxers off and started sucking my d*ck. She sucked it till I started seeing the room in an upside-down motion. I tried d*cking her on a missionary but she told me "no! I'd rather you hit me from the back instead." She trapped me in a doggy position; face down, ass up, knees down. I shoved my d*ck in her hot wet hairy p*ssy and vigorously hit her from behind. It was fun and amazing coz I enjoyed her fat ass slapping my belly.

She was like "harder! Go deeper, let it touch my liver. Oh, you're hitting my g-spot, hit it harder and faster. Nobody hit it better than you do. Please don't stop. Pound me faster, I'm 'bout to cum.. yes.. yes.. we're getting closer... Go... Go... Go... Oohhh... We're already there.

I f*cked the hell outta her. Little did I know she had grabbed and torn my one and only bedsheet, but I cared less about that.

Everything was going smoothly until a month later she texted me, "hey! I tried calling but you were unreachable so I decided to text you. I just wanna let you know that I've missed my time and I don't know what to do."

And I replied naively, "I don't understand, but I saw you with your wristwatch yesterday at school..." She said "that's not what I'm talking 'bout. I mean since we last f*cked I haven't seen my period, I think I'm pregnant."

Her words left me speechless till she dropped the call in anger.

In my quiet moments, I would start questioning, "how is that even possible? We only did it just once. or, could she have been sleeping with another dude.?" Questions keep coming until I finally concluded, "but wait! I'm a man, 'mi noto okobo'."

At first, I was scared of the responsibility coz I was only a poet and an artist and I only managed to survive in an inherited single-room (self-contained) apartment. But having gone through all that I can offer to the public, I was able to convince myself that I could generate money from that to take care of the pregnancy and the unborn child.

A couple of hours later I tried calling her. But to my utmost dismay, when she picked she told me she had already been chased out of the house by her parents. But since my mind was already made up, I encouraged her to come to my apartment.

Ever since she relocated to my place things became super tough, but I never gave up neither did I run from my responsibility. I had to take my poetry and art to the street. I started painting people's rooms and reciting my poems in the streets and bars. These moves started earning me some income to take care of my pregnant girlfriend and myself. As time goes by, my writing skills started improving. I started writing short and long stories and movie scripts. But I was unlucky to meet a guy who promised to buy all my stories and change my life. I gave him all my stories with the money I'd saved to take care of both my girlfriend's anti-natal and post-natal bills. He took everything away. He left me to suffer from zero again.

I started breaking rocks and fetching firewood for sale. Some people are even taking my firewood without paying.

The struggle continued until when my girlfriend was eight months pregnant. I got a contract to dig a toilet whole where I got paid the sum of NL300 with numerous wounds and blisters. I wrapped the NL200 and kept it under the bed and used the balance to buy some foodstuffs for a few days as I looked forward to more contracts.

A few weeks later my girlfriend gave birth to a baby boy. That day again I felt like the happiest man on earth after a long time. That day I became the latest father in town. I went under the bed to get the NL 200 I had kept some weeks ago. You won't believe that rats have already torn NL 85 from it. Unless I had to use the balance to buy a few napkins and some other items for the baby and the mother.

A new chapter of my life began and I started hustling again.

One night, I returned home very late with a lot of scares and bloodstains after being mercilessly flogged for stealing a bag of cement for survival. She asked me what was wrong and I explained.

This was what she said to me; 

"I had wanted to tell you this for a very long time now. I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you will cut you very deeply, but I can't let you suffer like this anymore. But first of all, I'm sorry for all the struggles and pains I've put you through and I hope you can find a space in your heart to forgive me. My name is Theodora Dalton, but my friends call me TD (the deceiver). I've been deceiving you all this while."

I stopped her and asked with tears all settled in my eyes, "Wait, are you practising to recite a poem or what? What's the meaning of all these words? What are you talking about?"

She proceeded, "the truth is, this baby is not yours."

These words echoed in my head like the sound of a bomb blast I can't describe. My heart climbed to my throat so I couldn't say anything. Tears flooded my face as she continued; "remember the first day I came to your place I told you I came to visit a relative, right? I never visited a relative but my boyfriend, the rightful father of this baby. To be honest with you Bakarr, I just loved the way you f*cked me the very first time. And I wanted you to be f*cking me until I give birth that's why I accused you of impregnating me so I could come to stay with you and have you all by myself. As I'm talking to you right now, the father of this baby is on his way coming to take us home. Thanks for being a wonderful person."

A few minutes later I heard the sound of a car parking in front of my apartment. A man came out of the car, entered our room, took the baby from the bed, kissed him and walked out without even talking to me. TD took her already-packed bag and walked out. I followed her to the door. I stood by the door until she entered the car and waved at me as the car took off.

You may not hear from me again after today because I'm writing this with a gun to my head and my finger on the trigger.

But whoever finds this piece and whenever, please make sure the world read and hears my story.

©AbuBakarrThePoet