Must Read: I Called It R.a.p.e (Rated 18+) Season 1

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Must Read: I Called It R.a.p.e (Rated 18+) Season 1

“A 24 year-old virgin boy unfortunately falls into the hands a female-led company of friends and acquaintances that have seemingly ganged-up and are determined to bring him into ‘proper maturity’. Will he heed to their rather s£nsu@lly-inspired maturity demands?”


I had six corps-member friends: Segun, Tolu, Michael, Bassey, Matthew and Abuchi; during my service year. I served in 2010 in Calabar and it was very easy to link up with these guys since they coincidently made up part of the membership of the hostel I was assigned into, in camp. In other words, when it was time for posting, being collectively posted to the same local government logically meant we would all still remain together. Luckily for us, we did manage to find a commercial hostel block which had in essence turned into a ‘corpers’ lodge’ over time, so we subsequently moved in! And as corps-members usually do, we found pairing quite comfortable. Segun, Michael and Abuchi were already coming from a wealthy background so they opted to independently rent 3 rooms for themselves while myself, Tolu, Matthew and Bassey just had to literarily pile ourselves in a room! We six used four rooms in total – Segun, Michael and Abuchi were in three while the rest of us shared the fourth! Fortunately, the rooms were on the same corridor so our being apart made little difference as we almost always preferred this long large corridor between us. We would leave our rooms and choose instead to sit along the corridor for several hours gisting! We never stopped talking about our ‘early-days’ experiences after retiring home from our various Places of Primary Assignment (PPA) and it was so much fun to be part of! Most of these guys were talkative in disposition, and it meant we never ever had dull moments at all!



Anyway, among us all, I was a bit different. Not because I was very slim or anything like that. No.


Just in personality. I studied Medical Lab. Science in the University. University of Lagos precisely, and it had a very strong influence over me.


Anyway, among us all, I was a bit different. Not because I was very slim or anything like that. No.
Moreover, I grew up in a very religious and extremely principled home where my dad was legion head at the central parish and my mom, a teacher in the seminary school! A combination of these meant that I eventually had very shaped thoughts to life and living. While growing up I believed a lot in the regimentation of things!


I loved principles, orderliness and adherence to rules. I wasn’t the kind you would expect to begin a revolt of any kind and of course I was never going to easily go contrary to any believes I had originally had in the past – no matter how archaic they might appear! I was your standard old-fashioned conservative! And how so very unusual I appeared to the rest of my peers! It was predictably difficult to mingle, interact or associate with persons who would be ordinarily friends. Moreover, my parents’ stand on ‘ the ideal friend’, made it even more difficult! Their long list of essential features of such ‘friend’ simply translates to finding someone else very much like myself! In fact, it took me 20 years to actually begin to freely associate with colleagues and acquaintances! And that was just about the time I began having any idea of what s*x and relationships were – moreover, I had just gained admission into the University of Lagos (UNILAG) and had begun my first year!


The thoughts of s*x always seemed like a riddle! I just always found it difficult to wrap a head around it. Of course I had never seen, felt or even ‘touched’ s*x and was simply a virgin! I had heard it mentioned a couple of times by distant friends but it never did trigger any interests for me. Having no TV’s at home meant I was never going to see people performing the art at least until I left home! Since I also hadn’t read any books about it either, it turned out that I would be totally devoid of what actually happens when s*x takes place! The only knowledge I had about what a real K!ttyC@t looked like was what we were told in one of the most notorious of the many biology classes we had on the reproductive organ, back in the Secondary School! Apart from that, I couldn’t emphatically claim that I was sure of how the vulva sits between the legs!



Sometimes I had mistaken it to be horizontal instead of vertical – that was how bad it was! But mom would definitely rather that! Mom was fine with my complete oblivion of matters surrounding s*x! She always insisted that s*x was for married people only and that it was so very wrong for me to know anything at all about it before getting married. Being the only son made it just more difficult and to please her and dad, I unbelievably never mingled with girls at any point of my growing up. Neither did I ever meddle with things my parents will call nasty, dirty or obscene! In fact, it grew to a point of becoming areas of total disinterest for me and it meant that I was never likely going to seek for s*x at any point before marriage. It was only after I had gone into the university that I accidentally began giving thoughts to it occasionally. I had to think that it had something to do with the environment and how often I was now seeing guys with girls all around campus. However, I still remained a virgin until I finished with UNILAG, and the only girl I ever got pretty intimate with, left me three weeks into our seeing each other! I guess I bored the living jesus out of her!



However, I still remained a virgin until I finished with UNILAG, and the only girl I ever got pretty intimate with, left me three weeks into our seeing each other!



The day these corps-member mates of mine learnt I was still a virgin, real pandemonium broke out in the lodge! I had accidentally said it, while trying to explain my point in an on-going argument and predictably, none of them believed their ears! In fact, right from that moment until we went to bed several hours later, they never stopped reciting it – screaming at the top of their voices and disquieting the entire hotel block! They even went ahead to twist the revelation in as many ways as possible and began calling me all sorts of amusing names in reference to my preserved virginity! Tolu who was the eldest of us, never failed to continually point out how much Pour he thought I would certainly have in my possibly swollen testicles and how much of a load it would be for any woman that eventually had s*x with me in future! As they made these audacious pun of theirs, they endlessly laughed in follow-up! For the first time in my life, my virginity status suddenly became a source of outright embarrassment for me! It was something I usually prided myself in even without openly talking about it. But I soon further figured out by how much that would still change when these dudes notoriously went on to even openly do their virginity jibes at me, right in front of some of our closest household neighbours! That was when I got really irked and had to begin fighting back! Moreover, it was already too little too late at that point as one of our loudest neighbours and friend, Madam Ann had inevitably heard about it! She was an attractive woman of probably 45 years old (or a few years less) and sufficiently chubby, if not fat! Myself and the rest of the guys had known her through the last occupants of our rooms and considering she was often coming over to our compound to fetch water from the public tap just across the street, it was quite easy to begin getting on with her too.



She was an attractive woman of probably 45 years old (or a few years less) and sufficiently chubby, if not fat!


Nonetheless, she was indeed a boisterous extrovert like I mentioned earlier, and a near-talkative! Rumour had it that she was divorced from her man a couple of months into the marriage and she hadn’t bothered to go into another. Being a school headmistress (for one of the good-for-nothing public primary schools in the vicinity), it appeared she was self-sufficient and basically needed little marriage commitments. The previous occupants of our lodges had introduced her to us as the ‘lady who held the keys to their rooms when they were not around’ and we were happy to begin using her assist in the same capacity too as soon as we moved in – just for my room anyway.



The arrangement only had to be terminated as soon as the boys began complaining about how often she queried them about their private lives each time they visited to pick up our key. She was a known gossip as a matter of fact! In other words, with all this knowledge about her personality, it is quite easy to see why divulging such private information about my s*x-life to her would mean disaster at the very least!



Weirdly though, It was exactly a week after I had regrettably revealed my virginity status to my roommates and friends that I was told that we would have to begin keeping our lodge’s key with Madam Ann once again. Of course, I didn’t exactly grab the rationale behind a return to the forgone idea just then. I did admit that we were already having a bit of a challenge with who was supposedly meant to be holding the key among the three of us. Mathew who usually used to be the first to get back from his PPA every workday, suddenly stopped doing so. In fact he began coming in after every other person and the task supposedly fell to my feet since I usually returned just after him. Getting home very early in other to make sure you open the door for the rest of the boys before their return, was never the problem, rather their refusal to allow me take up the role at all. Flimsy excuses like, “you might have days you wouldn’t meet up” and “what happens during days you go for your midweek church service?” always came up. Even when I suggested we cloned the key into multiples for everyone, they still refused for no just cause!



They were hell-bent on seeing that Madam Ann began keeping the keys again and my recent past history with the fat woman did mean I was definitely going to be an unlucky man any day I happened to visit her to pick up our key! She was predictably going to ask about everything virginity and how I had refused to let s*x cross my paths since birth! It wasn’t going to be surprising at all, rather the true surprise might be what actual reason the boys would finally give, for returning the key to her apartment.