Octavia!
"Will you get down here already? You're keeping the driver waiting!"
My grandma's voice echoed up the stairs like a church bell—sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore.
"I'm coming!" I shouted back, struggling with the monstrosity that was my school uniform.
I still didn't understand who decided that this was appropriate attire for high school. Layers upon layers of fabric, stiff seams, itchy collars—who wakes up and chooses suffering? Back in Canada, I wore hoodies and ripped jeans. Now, here I was in Nigeria, wrestling with pleats and buttons like my life depended on it.
It had been exactly one week since I got banished to Nigeria.
One whole week since my parents decided that exile was the appropriate punishment for being honest about who I loved.
The very week I arrived, Grandma signed me up for three straight days of deliverance programs. Morning prayers. Afternoon prayers. Night prayers. Oil on my forehead. Hands on my head. People shouting demons out of me like they were evicting stubborn tenants.
According to them, I was now delivered.
Apparently, I was no longer attracted to girls.
…Yeah. Right.
Last night, I dreamed about JoJo.
My JoJo.
Well—former JoJo. She hated me now. Blocked me everywhere. Instagram. WhatsApp. iMessage. Even Spotify, which honestly felt unnecessary.
I shook the thought away as I grabbed my bag and hurried downstairs.
The ride to school was silent. No siblings yelling. No music blasting. No jokes. Just me, the driver, and the unfamiliar Lagos roads speeding past the window. It felt strange—like my life had been muted.
Soon enough, the car slowed, and I found myself staring at the school gate.
St. Joseph's All Girls Secondary School.
I laughed under my breath.
So this was their master plan? Sending me to an all-girls school as punishment?
Cute.
Really cute.
Jokes on them.
The school was massive—tall buildings painted cream and brown, neatly trimmed lawns, girls walking in groups, skirts swaying, laughter floating through the air. There was a boarding house, but thankfully, I was a day student. One mercy point for my parents, I guessed.
Inside the classroom, I took an empty seat, trying not to draw attention to myself. That lasted exactly two minutes.
"Hi," a voice said beside me. "You're new, right?"
I turned and met Kemi.
She was beautiful in a way that felt effortless. Chocolate skin glowing under the sunlight, soft eyes, and a quiet confidence that pulled you in without trying. When she smiled, it felt like she knew something everyone else didn't.
"I'm Kemi," she said. "I like your style."
I glanced down at my uniform—paired with trousers instead of a skirt. Apparently, being from an "influential family" came with special permissions. I shrugged. "Thanks."
We talked. A little at first. Then more. By the end of the day, it felt like I'd known her longer than a few hours.
After school, as I gathered my things to meet the driver, Kemi stopped me.
"Have you ever seen the hostels?" she asked.
I shook my head.
"Come. Let me show you."
I hesitated for half a second, then nodded.
The hostel was nicer than I expected—quiet, airy, almost luxurious. Each room housed just two students, but Kemi's roommate had transferred, so it was just her.
And me.
We sat awkwardly at first, the silence thick, buzzing with something unspoken. She asked for my phone, connected music, and the room filled with soft rhythm.
Then she stood up.
She started moving—slow at first, playful, teasing. As she wiggled her back side my eyes followed every movement mesmerized. She took my hand and placed it on her butt so i could feel it as she twerked.
That was probably my happiest day on earth
I froze, my brain lagging behind reality. She laughed at my expression, took my hand, and pulled me closer.
The world narrowed.
The music. Her laughter. The heat in the room.
Next, she sat on me and gave me my first and best lap dance. I kid you not when i say i left this planet😩
She turned around, straddled me and started moving and grinding. At this point i was making all kinds of animal noises😭
Her skirt was already raised up because of how she sat on me and her legs were already spread apart, so i just located her undies, shifted it to the side and inserted my fingers into her. This time it was her turn to let out a sound
Inside of her felt really warm and wet, i just started moving my fingers in and out and she started moaning so loud i had to kiss her to shut her up.
I kept going (still kissing her). Slowly at first, then i increased my pace
She was literally screaming in my mouth at this point
Then she started shaking (i sincerely thought she was having a seizure).
I took out my fingers (before i get sent to jail for murder) and water gushed everywhere, wetting my trousers
When reality finally crashed back in, I pulled away, breathless, stunned, my trousers slightly ruined and my mind completely gone.
"Shit," I muttered.
Kemi laughed.
And just like that, I knew—Nigeria hadn't changed me.
If anything, it had only confirmed what I already was.