Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
Author: David Oletu
“My sex mate died of an asthma attack during the act!”
One thing is responsible for the downfall of a man in his prime—
if not sex, then it should be one of those other lustful works of the flesh.
Mine was sex!
I thought I was having fun,
until my last-minute pleasure led me to my locked cage, with chains on my hands and legs, at the very young and promising age of 25.
‘na konji do me, I no kill pesin’
In the course of my rough sex experience, my sex mate died of an asthma attack.
She was also a young, beautiful girl—20 years of age—but a loose girl who was into ‘hook up’ to earn a little or more money.
While in my blue prison uniform, I was seated on the floor inside my locked cage, feeling so down.
Criminals surrounded me—what else could have brought all of us here if not for the crimes we all committed?
We are all humans,
but in this caged part of the world, we were treated and locked as though we were beasts who should not be released to dwell among the ‘real’ humans.
“You look so young and promising. What is your name? And why are you here?”
A tall, hefty old man with bushy facial hair empathetically asked me in the cell.
He is popularly known as Pappy Jay. He has spent over 40 years in prison for his heinous crime.
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
My name is Richard,
and I am supposed to be in my final year at the university, preparing to joyfully sign out to make my parents proud of me for their investment in me.
However, rather than make them proud, I made them weep and regret their 25 years of struggle to raise me to become a reputable person in society.
As a law student, everyone had already started calling me a barrister.
They had all thought I would finally end up in a courtroom, soliciting and speaking up for the innocents,
but my fate twisted tragically when I saw myself in the courtroom, sentenced to life imprisonment for my silly mistake and my uncontrolled sexual urge.
My urge to fornicate all started when I was silently battling with masturbation, using my phone.
My parents bought a browsing phone for me when I was in SS3.
I do not blame them. Their minds and intentions for me were pure, but I misused the privilege I got from them.
Besides, they also did it to reward my outstanding performance in school.
Therefore, being a brilliant person in school and one who was devoted to the things of God at church, as an active member of the usher, my parents never reasoned I could battle with such lustful desire.
They didn’t know that the internet is filled with messed-up content that is capable of tampering with young people’s mental health.
Perhaps they thought I would be more serious about using my phone to do better things like academic research, etc.
I was indirectly influenced by some of my classmates back then in SS3.
They usually have conversations about different sex sites—how certain porn actors display all sorts of sex styles.
I wondered why they felt so excited about such an act.
I eavesdropped on their conversation and was able to register the names of some of the sites in my head.
Thereafter, each day after school hours, out of curiosity, at home, in my locked room, I manage to log on to the porn sites to watch the sex scenes.
It looked so real, and it was exciting to watch it for the first time!
I couldn’t get my eyes off it, even if my mental health got drained instantly in the course.
My nights were affected; I dreamt dreams of sex and woke up with wet sperm-filled boxers.
Also,I equally daydreamed dreams of sex, no longer dreaming of the bright future that lies ahead of me.
I became addicted to masturbation and craved the raw sex experience.
And since I didn’t yet have the freedom to experiment with the thrilling sexual act with a sex partner under my parent’s roof, I kept masturbating in secret with my phone.
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
A few months later, I finally knew what freedom was when I graduated from secondary school and gained admission into a public higher education institution to study law.
My addiction followed me through the university.
I knew I was free to fully satisfy my sexual cravings over there, but I never knew I was in a bondage that could destroy my future.
The university was a whole different environment, where your life solely lies in your hands.
The best your parents could do was advise you on phone calls. They can never see what you do, even if they come to visit.
I had the choice to flee from fornication because that was the regular message my mother jokingly passed across to me:
“My son, face your studies. Don’t carry or impregnate any girl,” my mother would tease me, and we would laugh over it.
To my mother, it was just a joke because she could beat her chest any time and say that I would never engage in any bad act,
but I knew those words were truly for me because, contrary to my mother’s view of me, I was one who secretly battles with the lust of the flesh.
This is why parents should never assume the personality of their young adult children.
They should never rely only on their strict parenting,
but also, on prayers and the grace of God, which will see their children through the midst of the mess that fills society today.
Parents can’t keep us under their watch forever. Our minds can be feeble and vulnerable when we face conflict.
It was a fight for me, between me and my mind.
A part of my mind reminds me of my Christian background and the commandment that says we should not commit fornication,
and another part of my mind reminds me of the freedom I have to live and enjoy my life whichever way I choose to, and that no one was watching.
In the quest to enjoy my freedom better, one day, while I was alone in my self-contained rented hostel at school, the thought of masturbating came running through my mind again.
I was idle, doing nothing;
perhaps that was why such thoughts came, since the devil experiments with an idle mind.
I picked up my phone and logged in to the porn site,
ignoring the other good books, music, and messaging platforms that would have helped me outgrow such an urge.
As I watched all manners of violent sex styles being displayed, I felt deep sensations all over my body.
My head became so hot, thinking of nothing else but sex.
My body became like an oven.
I started rolling like a possessed demon on the mattress, with my hands massaging my already-erected manhood aggressively till it ‘cum.’
In the process of seeing the pornographic content, an ad popped up.
The ad was a link to another platform that connects sex partners from any location to meet and practice the sexual act in person.
I saw that as an opportunity to finally experience the act since I was alone.
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
So, I clicked on the ads, registered my details on the hook-up platform, and created an account.
There were several beautiful girls on display on the site.
Many of them had their real pictures shown, so men would approach them.
They were shameless, but I had a lot to lose if I revealed my picture on the platform.
Anyone could have easily recognized me if they saw my picture there because I was a church boy and a known brilliant personality in the schools I have attended.
If I could be that exposed, then I don’t think I could have completely trusted the innocence of other young people around me—
their secret place could have also been occupied with their bad addictions,
so, I needed to engage in my silly addictive act silently.
While eagerly exploring the hook-up platform, I came across a fair, innocent-looking young lady. Her name was Beauty.
Thankfully, she lives around my school. Perhaps she is also a student, I thought.
“Hello!” I chatted her up.
“Would you be interested in a sex date with me?” I requested, without wasting so much time on pleasantries.
“Short, 8000 Naira, and Overnight, 15,000 Naira,” she responded swiftly without saying a yes or no.
She understood the game so well.
It seemed as though she had been into the act for so long, but her innocent-looking, cute face said otherwise.
I was still a student who relied heavily on the monthly allowance that my parents sent to me.
My parents wanted me to live the best school life.
They knew I hardly joked with my studies,
so, to them, I’d probably use whatever money they sent me to invest in books.
But look at who is suddenly thinking of removing a portion from my 50,000 Naira monthly allowance to pay for an overnight sex date with a girl!
“I’ll pay for it overnight,” I replied to the girl, having thought carelessly about it.
“Alright, when should I come?” she responded.
“I’m horny already; can you come over tonight?” I requested, without a thought.
“Send the address; I will be there by 8 p.m.,” she responded.
I sent her my hostel’s full address without taking so much time.
“Wow!
So, this is how easy it is to get sex? Just like that? That thing I had been craving silently?” I thought, out of excitement.
“What if the girl comes and my housemates grow suspicious?” I thought again.
“Well, it’s a school environment, so everyone would assume she is a friend who has probably come to study with me overnight,” I assured myself.
It was exactly 8 p.m. My phone rang.
It was the girl.
She called to inform me that she was already almost at my hostel.
My whole body was raised in anticipation for the sweet, defiling moment in the dark.
I neatly arranged my bed for my visitor.
What does it matter anyway?
We would still defile and dirty the neatly laid bed with our white fluid substance.
I left the hostel to pick up my sex mate at the school parking lot.
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
“Are you Beauty?” I asked her, having seen her.
“Yes, I am. And you are Richard?” she inquired.
Oh!
Hear the sound of her voice—thick and seductive. I couldn’t wait to hear it moan in the inner room.
She was average in height, with a heavy backside that was well packaged in her brown short ‘Ashawo’ gown.
Her breasts could produce the whole milk of a milk factory.
I had already started sexualizing her at a glance.
In my wild imagination, I was already resting on her endowed body with a satisfactory smile on my face.
Having confirmed our identity, I took her straight to my hostel room immediately,
only with countless thoughts of how I would handle her on the bed, being my first time.
I was very shy but strongly determined to use her to aggressively satisfy my long-held sexual cravings.
However, before the main action started, while we were already inside the room, I questioned her a bit:
“You are beautiful!” I complimented her, looking straight into her eyes.
She responded with an enchanting smile.
“So, is this what you do for a living?” I asked her.
“Before nko? Man must survive,” she bluntly responded.
“And your parents? Are they alive? Do they give you money?” I asked her curiously.
“Yes, they are alive, and they send me money, but it’s not enough.
And as the fine girl that I am, I have to use what I have to get what I want,” she responded, demonstrating to me how beautiful she is with a 360-round turn.
“Hmm, so do you…”
“Oga, can we begin now?”
She interrupted, already feeling irritated with my continuous questions.
She pulled my clothes off and pushed me down to my soft mattress.
Thereafter, she went to lock the door properly, stripped herself completely, and pounced on me to begin the act.
We both enjoyed it as we moaned pleasurably,
but not until after multiple rounds, when we went rough, already exceeding cloud 9, she started wheezing loudly like her chest wanted to explode.
She seemed to be struggling to get air out of her lungs.
The scene was so scary. I became so clueless about what to do because I didn’t understand the situation.
Later on, I suspected she may be an asthma patient.
I had only seen her kind in the movies.
That was my first time seeing one in crisis live.
I checked her bag to see if I could at least find her inhaler to relieve her, but there was no inhaler.
I wandered around the room, praying to God that nothing would happen to her.
While praying for her, hoping for a miracle, she suddenly went silent with her eyes open but not blinking.
Her body became flexible, like an object, and cold. She lay lifeless!
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
“I’m doomed!” I muttered with my hands on my head.
I don’t know her. She was just a random girl I picked up. How do I explain this to someone to prove my innocence?
Without thinking further, I dressed up and left my room with the girl’s corpse inside.
I left for wherever my legs could take me.
There was nowhere to run to, not even to my parents’s house that night.
What would I tell them? I became deeply soaked in thought and crashed on my school field.
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
The next day, I felt a sharp pain in my back.
I didn’t know when I slept off at the school field to see myself surrounded by some military men the next morning.
“Are you Mr. Richard?” the military head questioned.
“Yes, I am,” I responded with my head down, still thinking.
“You are coming with us now,” they said, drawing my weak body up and handcuffing me.
They led me to my school hostel, where many people were gathered.
Oh! They had discovered the corpse inside my room.
I remembered I didn’t lock my room while leaving because my head wasn’t thinking straight then.
What if I had locked it?
They would still discover it the moment the corpse started decaying and smelling.
“Is that your room?” the military head asked me, pointing in the direction of where they brought the corpse out.
He wanted to be sure if I was truly the Richard they reported.
So, I responded to them, nodding my head.
Also, I couldn’t deny it because my housemates were also present at the scene—they stood as eyewitnesses.
-“I put it to you, Richard, that you raped that girl, killed her, and tried to run away,” the military head accused me firmly.
Shamefully, I couldn’t say a word.
What guts do I have to say that I brought a whore into my hostel to satisfy my sexual cravings?
It was a shameful thing for me that my mouth became sealed to spew.
And that was the day I was arrested and landed myself in this jail, locked for the rest of my life for a rape and murder case I never committed.
No one could defend me, not even my parents,
because the autopsy reports confirmed that it was my semen that was filled in between her legs, and she died in my room.
This is where fornication led me—chains in my hands, caged in the dark, for life, with a new family of criminals!
What a wasted life I lived. I used my hands to kill my destiny.
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
Lessons:
Parents, be aware that your teen or young adult children, in the real sense, are not yet big enough to be less vulnerable to bad acts and addictions.
Back your good moral upbringing approach to them with prayers and constant curiosity to know how they are faring and the things they engage themselves with.
Never assume! Be sure.
Young people, do not use your hands to destroy your destiny out of emotion.
There is time for everything.
Place your priorities right, removing all forms of distractions and addictions from your life.
Occupying your mind with good things, events, and people will help.
Don’t be the Devil’s puppet.
Also Read: Tiny Changes, Remarkable Result! – Diademng (thediademng.org)
Where Fornication Led Me in My Prime!
