When Knowledge Overcomes Myth.

SOLOMON DURU WAS employed as a private teacher to take Julie in Mathematics. A young university graduate in his late twenties, Solomon, as he was often called, was scheduled to come in every Saturday afternoon to prepare the seventeen year-old girl for her forthcoming West African School Certificate examinations.

   As she stepped into the living room, the young man noted that Julie wore no bra under her shirt. The skirt, on the other hand, was the briefest she had ever put on her body. It barely concealed any underwear she might have on her. And as soon as she sat down opposite him, Solomon’s guess was confirmed. 

   The girl wore no underwear.  

“For heaven’s sake Julie…” he protested, his body already at the peak of arousal. “Why are you dressed so provocatively?”

“Hey, mister teacher...do you mind?” a smiling Julie retorted seductively as she stood up.

   Now, she beckoned to the mesmerized man.

   “Come, Mr. Duru…there is something I’ll like to show you.”

   Consumed by his own insane desire, Solomon stood up like a robot to follow her. It was inside her room that he realized her objective was in consonance with his desire after all.

   Smiling coyly, she began to undress. To be very sure, he waited till she had discarded her shirt before he commenced to remove his own clothes.

   Soon, they were in bed, where they both fumbled and wobbled awkwardly for some minutes without any progress.

   Suddenly, Julie shrieked in agony. A few seconds afterwards, the painful, crushing exercise was over. Completely disappointed, a tearful Julie could not hide her disgust.

   “Is that all?” she sneered.

“Eh…that’s all…for now.” an embarrassed Solomon stuttered in feeble explanation. “But, if you can just wait for a few more minutes…”

    Hissing amidst uncontrollable rage, Julie sprang up from the bed to dress up. Then she saw the bloodstains on the bed sheet. But as she made to scream in panic, Solomon quickly explained the source of the bloodstains, attributing it to her broken hymen.

   Shortly afterwards, the two were out of the room. For the day, however, the Mathematics lesson was out of the agenda. An apparently ruffled Solomon loitered awkwardly around the teenager in the living room for a while before leaving for home.

   In the meantime, Julie lay crumpled on a settee like a piece of used clothe, wondering if what she experienced was the sex she had heard so much about. She had imagined and expected a glorious trip to a land of erotic pleasure. But all she got was a brutal, crushing torment in the hands of an inexperienced man who went about the exercise like a beast in heat.

   Julie throbbed with some pain on the settee for a while before scrambling up towards her room. There, the girl lay restlessly in bed as she gritted her teeth in reaction to the irritatingly throbbing pain in her groin.

   “So, that was sex?” she soliloquized in anger. ”Jesus…no, it was absolute rubbish.”

Excerpts from the book, The Price of Ignorance; http://www.amazon.com/The-Price-Ignorance-Femi-Olawole/dp/0615842968