She kissed me

I went to a public school on the mainland of Lagos, Nigeria. The compound had Four different schools in it, named school 1,2,3 and 4 respectively. I went to School 2. We were one of the most peaceful of all four schools. One can always expect a fight between other schools. Some brutal riots birthed by irrelevances keeps popping up. Girls, gambling or gangster collisions were most of the reasons for such unruly behavior.


So in our cool and calm school, law and order were upheld strongly. From the discipline of perpetual late comers to the checks on neatness of school uniforms and quality of class delivery and students performances, I bet you Jibril Martins High School, Iponri-Surlere, Lagos, was top notch. However, that could not suffice for the magnitude of moral decadence. Drugs and gambling were still eminent.

Since the authorities can not do everything by themselves , they needed students to help screen students. So like every other schools they had new School Prefects every session. Criteria was not only intelligence ad excellent academic performance but good morals, maturity and high sense of responsibility were also considered. You can be sure I was one of those elected. I was not just one of the prefects but I was the Assistant Senior Prefect(Head Boy) even though some politics came to play because I would have been the Senior Prefect. That is a story for another day.

I was always on point. I was able to manage and maintain my good grades and never found wanting at my duty post. I became the favorites of several teachers except for some few who did stand the Fire of God in me. I had fans too amongst the students both seniors and juniors alike. I was able to defend the course of many that were victims of bullying. I also gain a good reputation amidst the "Bad Boys". I had a way of making them comply to the schools' regulations.

It did not end there; else this article would not be necessary. The most interesting apart of the Prefect role was that it attracted a couple of other things. The number of my admirers increased. I was still trying to manage the flood of admirers I had before I was placed on this pedestal that exposed me. Even the group of girls that claimed to be snobs meled at the sight of me. Cool, calm amd collected young dude As I was, I had no attractive muscular physique neither was I so tall but my handsomeness and baby face made a lot of them blush and smile sheepishly whenever
I was around.

Some could no longer hide it, they came with several appeals to "woo" me. They would come with assignments and ask for some further explanation to some seemingly difficult topics. All these were just to get a chance to get closer to me. I dared not say I needed lunch, a hundred pack of lunch will suddenly appear as girls will struggle to be the first to hand theirs.

Could I call this a fortunate plight? My friends envied me. Some made verbal remarks to express their vexation. I could vividly remember one of them made a statement I will never forget. He said "I think i have to be a pastor too because all the girls seem to attracted to you". It became an emotional torture as some of them saw the very girls they had been trying to ask on a date cringe at the sight of me. "Has Gabriel charmed them all?". The irony was, I wasn't that kind of guy that was looking for a girl to hang out with . My Twin Sister (My ex-womb mate) and I were always each others' company and we enjoyed it. "Two is a Company, Three is a Crowd and Four is a Squad" as one of my friends will put it. So we were enough for each other.

One day, something happened. We had just ended the morning assembly and students were released to go to their various classes for the day's study. As I approached my class and attempted to climb the two-step stairs, I was welcomed by a cold kiss! So snappy that I almost could not see where it came from. She ran away. It left me speechless. Stunned as I was, I could not place the feeling. "Is this a form of blackmail?". "Could it be something deeper than that?". "What could she be thinking of?" It was early in the morning and people were passing by but she did not care. I could not even remember if it was on my lips or my cheek or forehead. Please don't ask me, confirm from Google! Lol. I didn't know if I liked it or not. This is not "like kiss and tell", it is "kiss and run".

What should I have done? Should I have reported her to the school authority, go for fasting and prayers or what? Should I  have nurtured this seed of love planted by a kiss?

What do you think?

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Stay put for more. This is just day Two.

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