He wanted to have sex with her by all means

He fell off the fence with an erect penis

By Samod Biobaku

Sixthsense34@yahoo.com

The tale I am about to share took place well over a decade ago but I still cannot resist the urge to share it with my teeming fans especially those who constantly spur me to write diaries/memoirs like this.

As always, I am going to use real names and factual places.

I can’t recall the precise year but there are three characters in this story and the location was Ikeja in Lagos State. The first two characters are brothers; the older one was named Sule while the younger one was called Ismaila.

They were boys and for the records, they were not what I would readily call childhood friends. Rather, they just surfaced the way strange chaps often just appear in the neighbourhood in those teenage years.

Incidentally, these boys were ‘Aunty Kuburat’s sons. Those who read the piece ‘Why did Aunty Kuburat do it’ would understand this better but for the records, Aunty Kuburat was the strange neighbour I knew back then as a kid – Yes! The one who used soap to brush her teeth every morning.

Back to the story, we had Sule, his brother Ismaila and the third person was Sefiyat. Yes! Sefiyat was a girl and she was not related to Sule and Ismaila in any way. Sefiyat was my second cousin and as at the time of this incident, we were all teenagers.

I was just an observer and over the years, my power of observation has grown and expanded into more exciting quarters too.

Back to the tale, the duo of Sule and Ismaila were boyishly in love with Sefiyat; perhaps their love would better be described infatuation because whenever I was opportune to be a part of their discussion, I always marveled at how they would go on and on about matters relating to Sefiyat and their feelings for her. Of the two brothers, Sule had a more confident approach as it was crystal clear to both of them there was no way they could share Sefiyat.

It therefore didn’t come as a surprise when Sule officially considered himself Sefiyat’s ‘honey pie;’ though this was not openly declared but it was an open secret they both shared.

Sule was not the shy type and I wasn’t caught unaware when he began making moves towards luring Sefiyat into his love nest. There was no doubt about the fact that of all the qualities Sefiyat possessed, the one Sule was overtly excited about was her physical form and endowments. To me, Sefiyat was just like any other girl but to Sule, she stood out like a Greek goddess and it didn’t take too long before she became an item of obsession for the young man.

However, if Sefiyat had shared even half of what Sule felt for her, perhaps they would have been able to strike an intimate equilibrium, which would have enabled Sule find his way to the Promise Land, which lay somewhere between Sefiyat’s voluptuous thighs.

Unfortunately, she did not and consistently turned down Sule’s request for intimacy without even batting an eyelid. She wouldn’t even let Sule touch her let alone fanning his ember of seduction.

The harder he tried to lure her into bed, the stronger her resistance and this continued for quite some time.

I knew for a fact that Sule was no gentleman and that there was no way he was going to succeed in his plan to have sex with Sefiyat but like an observer that I was, I merely watched as the drama unfolded on a daily basis.

Despite the fact that I was young, I still realized that Sule was a poor student of the laws of attraction. He was not neat. He was overtly vulgar in his ways. He lacked tactical knowledge of seduction. He was abysmally loud and vain and generally unrefined.

Sefiyat on the other hand might not have been the perfect city girl but she did not share or admire these qualities Sule possessed in any way.

After a few weeks, frustration began to set in for Sule and whenever I saw the look in his eyes when he looked at Sefiyat walk by, I knew the young man had begun to scheme.

I once asked him out of curiosity: “Ki lo ma wa se nisiyin (which in Yoruba meant: So, what are you going to do next?)” and he had replied: “Mo ma get omoyi (which translated into: ‘I’m going to get this girl’ in Yoruba language).

Suddenly, Sule hatched a plan to get Sefiyat whether she liked him or not and I had no idea what he was planning until the d-day.

Sule’s plan was to corner Sefiyat while she was having her bath in the bathroom. There were two bathrooms in the house and they were only divided by a wall/fence.

On the d-day, Sefiyat had entered one of the bathrooms just as she did everyday to take her bath. The moment Sule saw her go in, he swung into action. He also went into the second bathroom and locked the door from his end. He shed his clothes and only had his pant on. He deftly put his feet on the water closet and climbed to the very top of the wall. At this point, he could hear Sefiyat move around preparing to have her bath. He must have licked his lips in excitement as his third leg began to respond, nod and grow erect in anticipation of the sweetness of the things he would do when he finally got to her.

The bathroom was all tiles and while this made it easy to clean but it however, proved to be Sule nemesis. The wall was quite high and just as Sule was about to place his feet on the water closet in the bathroom Sefiyat was, disaster struck… he slipped, fell… and he screamed: “Yeeee!”

By the time Sule hit the floor tiles, he did so with a loud thud because he landed on his belly. Out of shock and fear, Sefiyat dashed out of the bathroom screaming without even bothering to see who or what had made the noise.

Fortunately for her, she was yet to remove her towel so it was easy for her to run out of the bathroom.

Naturally, people close by quickly gathered and comforted the terrified girl. Sule knew it was game over and by the time he equally dashed out of the bathroom, he was only clad in his pant, had a solid erection and had lines of the tiles all over his chest and stomach; an indication that he hit the ground hard.

The culprit didn’t get far as he was chased down and caught by an elder man who had seen Sefiyat run out of the bathroom. While men and women comforted Sefiyat and tried to clam her down, the man who caught Sule knew precisely what to do with the boy.

I remember the man very well. He was big, tall, very strong and had very powerful hands. I remember him dragging (a struggling) Sule along with him towards a tall tree with thick and strong branches. I remember how he used one hand to cut a very long branch off the tree while still using the other land to pin Sule to the ground and by the time he descended on Sule… your guess is as good as mine. Sule howled like a wounded dog as I held my belly laughing my head off.

The end.

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