MY FIRST LOVE 1

My FIRST love

(The Love That Ended on the Rocks)

I sat on top of her while she lay on her back on the plastic carpet. The room was quite dark and warm. The windows of the room showed a dim light. My heart was beating very fast, I felt tenderness towards her. The emotions raging in my temple were raging so high I couldn’t think properly. But it was also sweet. It was my first time I have felt the body of a lady and so close. I kissed her soft lips and I felt her warm body so soft and shapely. My hands held her two soft but hard apples, it felt so great. I wanted this experience to last forever.

She said ‘Collins promise to marry me one day’. She was so emotional and she had tears in her eyes.
I said ‘Sarabi I love you and I promise to marry you when we grow up’. But it was not to be as the years unfolded.

A little about me

Am the first born of my parents. Am about five feet three inches tall, a bit fair in complexion with a baby face. I have four siblings. I was brilliant at school when I was young and I was also anti- social so I knew no lady. I had two friendships when I was between six and sixteen.

The first was Odaaley. They were very rich. I remember I used to go to her house and play. One day, I told her I loved her and she replied ‘Collins, I don’t like guys with long necks’. And that was it, the last time I met her at the new market, she had grown taller than me and had changed a lot. But she looked at me briefly and that was the last time I saw her.

My second lady was Esi; I remember we weren’t close in class. However, one day while we sat on the wall she would tap my thies and I also would tap hers. What could we say? We’ve never been friends. But that day when we closed from school I had expectations for the following day and the days ahead. When we returned the following day, it was as if nothing had happened between us. She didn’t even look in my direction. And so that was the brief relationship I had in that period. I can’t say this was my first love, no, my first love was Sarabi and I would tell you why.

How I met Sarabi

My mom and us (me and my two brothers and sister) moved into our new neighborhood at Sowutuom for about a year. There was this business woman I used to pound fufu for. She was about 45years then and I enjoyed her soup (which was peppery and delicious);that was the portion I received for helping her prepare her meal for her husband.

One day after pounding the fufu, I saw a young lady in a school uniform with a blue belt. I remember her fair lips and sonorous voice. I looked at her but I felt she was not my match. If she paid attention to me I cannot tell.

A week passed before I had an opportunity to talk to her. I was sitting idle in our house when Faustina came to tell me that Sarabi was calling me. She wanted me to help her with the fufu she was preparing her mom and dad. I was elated. I went and pounded the fufu. But I kind of felt eerie while doing it, I liked to be in her presence and she was an infectious conversationalist. This trend continued repeatedly for about two months before the great opportunity came.

The proposal

I have never proposed to a woman before. If you found me doing it, then you would know am not serious. Because when I get serious and really mean it, you would soon find pebbles of cold sweat on my forehead. That is one of the reasons why I never had many women in my life.

Those days at Sowutuom, the place was underdeveloped so we had no light in our area. We used to watch black and white television using a car battery. Cheko had a Black and White television and we had to carry his car battery on heads for charging and return it before he would let us watch some.

It happened that on one fateful Sunday, our favorite television Soap opera – Obra, a play by Osofo Dadzie and Maame Dokuno- was about to aired. Cheko was not around so we moved further from our place to go and watch the soap opera. Sarabi came along. The TV programme was superb as usual. I sat beside Sarabi on the mat while the adults sat on the chairs in the room. While we were enjoying ourselves, Sarabi held my hand and put it in her brazier and pressed my hands on her palm nut. After two repetitions I understood and did it automatically. My body felt hot and my under started bulging. I saw her differently now and up till today I can’t recall the rest of the soap opera.

A relationship began after that day. Now and then I would go and play or find an excuse to go there. I think I fell in love with her. She was my first love. At that time, if death had visited Sarabi, I could have died in her place. I loved her and everything she did was beautiful in my eyes. When I went to school and closed, I rushed home quickly because of her. She loved me too, for that I am sure. Though her elder sister used to tease her about one of her male class mates, I knew it was just a casual thing. I was her first and she was my first. And, the first cut, they say is the deepest.
I remember I used to sing her this song (by Elvis Presley; only fools rush in love) that made her laugh till her eyes was beaded with unshared tears,

Wise men say
Only fools rush in love
But I can’t help,
Falling in love with you
Take my hand,
Take my whole life too
For I can’t help
Falling in love with you

I sang this chorus to her about five hundred times but she was never tired of it.

We did what most fresh lovers would do but I think ours was unique. We use to sit down long hours and talked late into the night. I remember I used to get special supper from her. I got lots of fufu and fish. We used to kiss a lot too. I was not spoiled then so I didn’t care about sex. I must say I was very naïve. However, we used to kiss a lot with the least opportunity we got. When she visited me and there was no one at home we did it. When in the evening no one was watching us we sneaked into the bathroom to continue with our romance. We kissed at the back of their house too.

There was one romance that I would never forget. It was one evening, about 5.30pm when I went to her house. I entered the condominium and there was no one in except her. We entered into their bedroom and sat on the bed. She drew me beside her and kissed me and it got exciting because, her mother used to arrive at 6.00pm; that was dangerous 30 minutes. So it was very risky but been young we wanted to make the most of our precious limited time. Our romance was filled with fear and passion as we kissed and rolled on the floor. My hands were all over her, touching her soft and huge buttocks and her back, stroking it softly. We were in a tight embrace and we were both sweating, fear gave way for passion. She was much bigger and taller than me so I sat on her for she preferred it that way, and she made me promise to marry her. Oh, I did promise her and to tell you the truth I loved her more than God or my mother or my sister. I could have promised her the whole world if she had asked! Just when we broke away from each other and went to the porch her mother appeared.