Teenage Story By Olayinka Ojo

Beneath my panties are mysteries and secrets that I have for so long kept
I never had the courage to say them because I was afraid of being wrong
I was raised to call my vagina ‘kini’. Like vagina is some sort of disease
Why didn’t anyone tell me it’s a passage way for humanity’s increase?

I was born with it, I mean that soft blood tissue membrane that covers my vagina called the hymen
But how come some men detest this seal of my authenticity and make me feel bad to be brand new
And this point marks the beginning of my story
There is something about a vital red liquid haemoglobin called the blood
which flows through my body
And the first time it flowed out my vagina I was scared to death like some dream husband had touched 
me, an idea my aged grandma (my closest buddy) had encouraged
But no, it was just my period; a sign that I was able to birth generations that could continue the race of 
humanity, a sign that someday I would have my own babies
Since then, I have been bleeding but not dying
Then I realised my inner strength as a ‘feminine’
A peculiar specie, a man with a womb
Not a whore or a woe unto man
Let me continue my story
Then my body began to change
And my physiology and chemistry, rearrange
And for the first time I was looked upon differently even from distant range
I felt like a woman but uncle Bobby didn’t tell me I was just a teen-age
Then one night I flaunted my beautiful body with my newly discovered undulatory powers
And he touched me in the dark
I was naive and innocent, I couldn’t scream
Again blood stained my white panties but this time it was not, period
I grew up with this pain knowing that I would have some future explanation to do
Uncle Bobby pretending like nothing happened
Be scared to come by my house Uncle because I told my husband already
And trust me he has a gun just ready.

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