finally, my first boyfriend! 😍

 

I had just left secondary school and was still pondering what to do with my life. Fashion designing seemed like a good option—why not? I had a best friend’s dream to achieve.

I left secondary school at age 15, quite young and full of life. But there was something about dating that intrigued me. I had promised myself I wouldn’t follow the crowd and date while still in school. Yet, there was this guy I liked the previous year. We were always talking. He had a bike, and he’d pick me up from school and drop me close to my house.

Of course, I didn’t want my parents suspecting anything fishy—I was only 14, and he was a 25-year-old man. Unfortunately, my parents eventually caught us through our chats on my small “touch-light” phone (you know, those tiny phones that only did calls, texts, and had a mini flashlight 😂). They invited him to the house and seriously warned him to stay away—or risk arrest. And yes, he stayed away.

I was angry at the time. Naive little me thought it was unfair. I didn’t understand why a “friendship” between a man and a woman was considered risky. I promised myself that once I was done with secondary school, I would finally date someone. I thought my parents were wrong, and that they were accusing me of something I hadn’t even thought of.

Well, I wrote my last WAEC exam and finally felt free. While waiting for the next step, I spoke to my mom about fashion designing. Somewhere along the way, I met a young man—20 years old at the time. We met at one of our events, talked a lot, and I thought, Hey, we vibe great. Would you like to be my boyfriend?

He smiled at my audacity and said yes (shockingly). Immediately, I listed my rules. Oh yes, I was a strict, bossy young girl growing up 😅.

Rule 1: No kissing.

Rule 2: No sex.

And a few other ground rules.

He accepted, and I felt good—finally, my first boyfriend! 😍

Let’s call him Solo. We always went out together. Since my mom was a teacher and my dad a civil engineer, mornings were free for me to sneak out a little. Solo would wait miles away from my house (yep, another ground rule).

We’d hang out with my childhood friends and my sister, until one day…

I went over to his place. We were chatting, when suddenly he kissed me. I slightly consented but quickly stopped, stood up, and left the house. My chest was pounding—I felt extremely guilty. Bro broke the rules!

When I got home, I sent him a long breakup text about how much he disgusted me 😂. I said we were done. But apparently, “done” wasn’t in the chapter yet. He apologized endlessly and promised with his life never to do it again.

So, I continued the relationship. But things changed—we started fighting more often than enjoying sweet moments. He still pushed boundaries, and then came the ultimate betrayal.

I had a friend named Rach. She was the only person I visited since my parents had seized my phone. I used her phone to contact my boyfriend, not knowing she and Solo were talking behind my back. They were from the same place and spoke the same language, which I didn’t understand at the time.

Eventually, my boyfriend and I broke up officially. He acted so unbothered, which made me feel strange. One day, I visited Rach again and asked to use her phone. She was hesitant, which made me suspicious. When she stepped out, curiosity got the best of me—I checked her phone. And there it was: my best friend chatting with my boyfriend.

I was furious. I called him immediately, asking Why? What? I confronted her too. She admitted the relationship started when they met at their village. Since I had already broken up with him, she felt free to date him.

Oh, I was hurt and betrayed. Both of them begged me to forgive them, but it was too much. I cut them both off.

That’s when my elder siblings finally heard about my “relationship.” And trust me, they mocked me about it all year long 😂😂.