TEENAGE ROMANCE

"One last kiss" she said, standing close to the bedroom door "You're addictive" he said, leaning closer and their lips crashed, it felt like hot flames in her stomach and he let his hands explore her body but up to a point because he wasn't like other boys. It got intense, her stomach was in a knot, she stood on her toes as he pressed her against a wall, they completely forgot they were in Susan's house.

He broke the kiss and made a head movement, gesturing towards the room "Is that Susan's room?" he asked, "Yes" she said and they continued kissing as he led her inside the room, "Are we going to have sex?" she let that question slip, as she was scared and the action brought back certain memories, he shook his head but she didn't notice "Do you want to?" he asked, this time she shook hers as she never imagined losing her virginity at a young age.

"I mean, do you want us to continue on the bed?" he re-phrased the question and she nodded, growing impatient. He laid her on the bed with caution and he hovered on top of her before lying down and bringing her on top of him, it felt like heaven and she wanted it to last forever.

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I have no idea why i'm writing this, but i'm quite sure there are teenagers out there that need to know certain things about Abstinence from sex and i'm gonna point out some things in this article:

1. Self Control is extremely important when you're with the opposite sex: This is really difficult, trust me i know. Abstinence should be your watch word, when you see you're going too far just stop, you might not be able to but if your significant other is a good person, he/she will.

2. Your Dignity is your pride, especially for the ladies. Your dignity doesn't have to be your Virginity only (pepe told me so), it also has to do with the way you let people touch you. So, i was with pepe and things got slightly out of hand and i agreed to let him touch my boobs but he stopped, in his words "I don't want you to lose your dignity" and i thought it was my virginity but i later got to know that he didn't want to stain me, he didn't want to see me the way he sees certain girls that have decided to follow the part of sluttery (that's how i see it).

3. Know your Limits, you and your significant other can go the Christian Grey way and set hard limits. Limit your activities so you don't go turning each other on and having to do with unfortunate eventualities.

4. Always have someone around: Having someone around that's not necessarily in the same room as you but at a reasonable distance can help you control yourself and when you can't, who knows- the third party might just walk into you guys when you're about to do something drastic and he/she will scold you.

5. You can actually have scheduled dates and time for making out so you don't get overly addicted- trust me, it's addicting.

6. Listen to Mama.

7. Talk to your significant other about your plan to abstain from sexual intercourse.

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JUVY?

JUVENILE FACILITIES

“I had to do it, because I couldn’t take it anymore. It was getting too much; the harassment was on the extreme. For Christ’s sake, he raped me!” Those were the words of 17 years old Samara (not the real name) who was arrested for killing her step father.

I visited the Kirikiri medium prison sometimes last year, which happens to be where my mother works at and I came in contact with young people, some less than 18 and others a little bit older. People you wouldn’t even expect to be there but somehow they ended up there anyway.

I remember watching American movies and grab one or two things about Juvenile prisons for young people and I’d often ask my mother if we had them in Nigeria, but there never came an answer. 

Looking back at that visit and the kind of prison environment, a juvenile prison would have been more suitable for Samara not a medium prison because she rid the world of one bad person (just saying).

Even now that I think about it, we do need to take the law into our hands sometimes, Extreme cases are bound to occur and when no one will listen to us we need to do something. Samara’s mother didn’t believe her and the police system is that bad, she did it. Leaving us with one less bad person to care about. (Please, don’t take this paragraph serious).

Seriously speaking, Teenagers don’t deserve to be going through what adults are going through. Why don’t we have Youth Detention Centres in our State, or should I say our Country at large?

---- Thoughts on this?

A Story To Tell.

Do you ever look at conductors and you just melt? Not because of their good looks (if they have any at all) but because of the innocence beneath the tough façade, the story their eyes are hiding, do you feel like you need to do something?

I know what you’re thinking, why is she writing a post about bus conductors? About those rude thieves? They deserve no pity from anyone. Does she have a fetish for Transport workers or something?

I’m writing about them because I want to, I need to, I have to write because my mouth lacks the courage to carry words. Those rude thieves have no choice, they have lived rough lives and view life from the perspective they grew up with, they are thieves because everyone else is. My Government teacher said “Everyone in Lagos is looking out to exploit another” and I totally agree. I have no fetish for Transport Workers.

People need to change the way they look at people, never ever feel superior. I know they have stories, of unfinished educations, of business failures, of health failures, the list is endless. Appreciate little things and judge less. I came across a bus conductor once and I was honestly impressed by his fluency in the English Language, the air of superiority and I was quite sure that he didn’t want this, that this just happened (even if it was a gradual process) and he’d do anything to leave it behind.

Do you ever think of these things? Do you ever make up stories when you stare into someone’s eyes? Because I do!

Taciturn but not Unobservant.

I looked outside the window, to digest the view of Agbara Market, the view of women and men alike hustling, but mostly women. My mind wandered to America and how things in the movies are always organized and dreamy but I shook my head, saying “It’s not heaven”.

“E fun mi l’owo mi” The Agbero yelled at the bus conductor, my buttocks was getting sore from sitting in a bus for close to 20 minutes while the conductor called his passengers “Which money?” the conductor answered in Nigerian Pidgin English. When the thug realized that their conversation was going no where, he went to the front of the vehicle and pulled at the windshield wipers, in an attempt to destroy something.

I looked round, for any Law enforcement agent at all to put things under control, I laid my eyes on a LASTMA officer who was beside the bus, paying no attention to what was happening. Deep down, controversial questions popped up, “These Agberos, who are they?” “Do they work for themselves or the government?”” Why can’t this LASTMA officer do something? “”Where is the Police?”.

Questions upon questions, if I don’t ask them who will? These are simple things that ruin the society but are overlooked by individuals. Who truly are these people?

--From a very curious 14 year old.