Kindly let’s take a walk down memory lane. Come with me and let me take you to when I was in form one, Mpeketoni High School. My admission number 3654. I was supper young and chubby.
Ladies and gentlemen on the second week in school something magical happened. I remember correctly, it was on a Tuesday, at around ten o’clock when I heard a pair of high heels stepping towards our class. From watching too many fashion shows I could tell from the sound of the heels there was a babe coming.
Having stepped into adolescence recently, every part of me was excited, so I turned to feed the eyes. True to my imagination, at the class window a wingless angel was walking. She was too beautiful to describe. The lady walked like a superstar with her hair perfectly resting over her shoulders. From time to time, the breeze blew her hair as she walked. Meehn, it was angelic, a sight to behold. She was dark but in the most beautiful way. Her skin looked like it was custom made for her. Her complexion needed no make to look complete.
I wasn’t sure what I was feeling but what I know is that, no other lady has ever made me feel that way. Everything was happening in slow motion, every motion and emotion was heightened. It was like a Disney cartoon. I watched her till she entered our class, and now I had a view of her wholesomely. Honestly I loved what I saw. Her body seemed to be curved by God himself. This teacher yawa! She touched me with her presence.
She was walked to the teacher’s desk, placed her books on it, and looked at us with a very infectious smile before using her soft voice to ask,
"Is this form one red?"
I was the first to shout "YESSSSS."
I have always been the shy student but in the few minutes of seeing her; this teacher did things to my mind I can’t explain.
My big yes made her notice me, she looked at me, I smiled. She smiled back and I was finished. Every joint in me was weak, including the jaw joints; I couldn’t speak the whole day. She smiled at me guys.
The teacher turned faced the class and said, "Good morning (we answered in unison: good morning madam.) My name is Md. Rosella and I will be your English teacher ...."
And just like that I was in love. Love at first sight! Instantaneous love. Have you ever loved someone so much that you felt they shouldn’t even work; as in, he/she should exist only for you or is it just me? The way I loved Md. Rosella, I felt like talking to the principal to let me help her in teaching. Such a babe shouldn't deal with dirty, notorious students.
When Md. Rosella turned to write on the blackboard, guys I was finished! I literally sunk on my seat, madam Rosella’s curves were of the right size. When God was creating her, He had all the time in the world, every little detail had been curved to perfection. Her tight dress wasn’t having mercy on my feelings. Her back affirmed my feelings. I was ready to kill the whole staffroom and the principal to get her. That lady bamboozled my heart yawa! She made me weak without touching me.
From that day my relationship with Md. Rosella started, but most of it was in my head. Effects of being a writer, I created a perfect relationship in my head but in reality I was just another dumb 13 year old student to her. She made me master the art of making love to myself, all I needed to do was think of anything about her and I will bleed in pleasure.
And that was my relationship with Md. Rosella. We would meet in class for her lesson. Once she left for the staffroom, I left for the toilets. The speed with which I used to run to the toilet with to prevent anyone from seeing my erection, our Kenyan 100m champion Omanyala had nothing on me.
Throughout my four years in high school, I never gathered the guts to tell how I felt hopefully she won't see this post.
To be continued. On Wednesday,
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