RECKLESS ORDEAL

I’ve always said to myself that I’ll pride myself as an African woman and let only my husband touch me. As stories were flying here and there of girls getting pregnant out of wedlock ending up being ordinary tomatoes sellers and most dying from abortions and I saw in tv programs how girls who were virgins are carried and held with high esteem and how most of them end up getting the richest men due to the high taste of men in virgin girls. I wanted that. I planned everyday how my adulthood would be. Was day dreaming again when I heard my name. Ruthie, get yourself prepared we are going out, the voice of my mother could be heard from her room as the words hit mine. My 15 years old self rushed into the bathroom to take my shower. I said to myself ‘could it be the market or church, where exactly are we going? Hope I am not in any sort of trouble?. I let the thoughts slide and hurried out of the bathroom went into the room and selected one from the many long skirts my mother always bought for me. Just so you know the skirts were large enough to contain a 200lb person and I who was just below 35 then you could imagine how I looked on them. I would normally wrap the skirt on my waist 4 to 5 times before it could fit. I always had nice blouses so it’s never hard picking the perfect one to wear. My mum had nice taste only she wanted me looking holy and always ended up picking horrible looking skirts for me. After dressing up I went to my mums room to confirm if I’m fully dressed to her liking. She looked at me from head to toe and said ‘Go and change that skirt and pick any of your jeans skirt you normally wear to church’, I obeyed and picked a below the knee length pencil Jean skirt that you could see the thread I used in slim fitting it a bit to my size. Ah ah all my skirts had that stitch. We finally left and arrived at our destination. To my greatest surprise it wasn’t the market neither was it the church. It was a compound filled with flats and people living in them. Seems we came visiting her friend, but that’s odd, she never takes me with her to see her friends. She knocks on one of the flats door and a woman I think should be her senior opened the door. She looked scary as she didn’t let even a smirk slip her lips. My mum too became all serious. They spoke in our native dialect for a while a dialect my parents never taught me to understand. After much conversation the woman stood up and my mum told me to follow her. At this point I was getting scared. Like can someone explain what was going on. I was lamenting in my mind while I followed the woman over to a side of her house where she had a hospital bed and some kind of hospital manual equipments. Seeing those I was almost brought to tears thinking the worst. She ordered me to pull off my panties and lay down of which I did. Still shaking and wondering what equipments was going to be used on me and why I was asked to pull off my panties. I watched her wear white gloves on both hands. Pour something that looks like oil and water mixed together but thicker in texture. Well now I know it was a lubricant. Silly naive me then. She came closer and started a conversation with me. She started asking weird questions. Have you started seeing blood? I looked at her and nodded my head positively. She said good. Have any boy played with your private parts.? I grew quiet cause the question caught me by surprise. She leaned forward and said tell me the truth so that I will not waste my time with what I’m about to do. Confide in my I will not tell your mummy she added. I hesitated for a while and said no. She looked at me for a while then proceeded with whatever she wanted to do before the questions. She spread my legs wide apart pointed are phone touch towards my private part to aid her sight and finally brought her hands closer to my private part and I tilted upwards out of shocked. She held my left leg and told me to relax. I listened and dropped my waist down. She started to insert one of the fingers she applied that lubricant to inside my private part. That was painful. After 8 seconds she increased the fingers to two but luckily it didn’t get in. She finally finished and told me to get dressed and go to the sitting room to meet my mum. I did as I was told and went to the sitting room. On getting to the sitting room my mum was staring at me with suspicious eyes shaking her legs together like there was fire on the mountain. The lady finally came out and discussed with my mum once again in our dialect. Let’s start going home. Those words sounded like a relief to my ears as I quickly jolted up and started heading for the door and soon I was out and heading home. We stopped by a popular eatery and got lots of snacks and bought ice cream. I was wondering what the occasion was but the joy of eating those yummy snack out weighed my reasoning. We arrived home and she whispered to me not to tell anyone where we were coming from. And that sounded as a nice deal since I was going to be eating ice cream. Finally some peace in the tensed air as I bite into the meat pie and took a spoon of ice cream. Watching my 4 siblings fight and quarrel over the snacks was also a bit entertaining. Who would have thought after what that weird lady did today with my body I’ll be ending my day with something refreshing.