NINETEEN

WE DECIDE TO PAY A VISIT TO AUNT FLORA and she is not surprised that we are here.

"Hi Aunt!" I say to her as she opens the door after three great trials of knocking

"Good day ma'am!" Damien says as he notices aunt flora eyeing him up and down like he's a criminal.

"Moturayo Danielle Benson." Aunt flora says with a warning expression and christian gulps on my behalf.

"Ma?" I respond

"Oyinbo lo fe?" (it's a white guy you're dating?) she says to me with a look of disapproval

"yes ma." I respond and she just rolls her eyes.

"Where's the note christian told me about?" she asks and I remember why I came here in the first place.

"Here it is." I say as I hand it to her

"Something they wouldn't understand, I remember distinctly. As if it were earlier today, I remember the exact moment we experienced intimate relations. You inquired about whether or not we anywhere would have always had the chance. You stated that you will provide his contact information to us. As if being one of sixty to understand would have been enough to convince myself, sufficient gratification to break my single commitment about myself. What a privilege. You requested, "If I may put a little bit somewhere inside oneself?" and "You may tell me to halt if you don't need to do it," and I never indicated I gave you the right to do just what you did. What a laugh. I also recall how restrained you were with me. I also stood in the front of you with my legs crossed.I'm unable to move because you're blocking me from doing so. How painful "just the edge" had already become, and how afraid I has been of taking action. What a wonderful concept. I remember telling you how uncomfortable I was and yelling Stop, and you saying how happy you were when it was over. I was taken aback by what you said because you sounded so satisfied with yourself. "Does this mean you'll foot the bill for my lunch tomorrow?" When I left, I felt disgusted, violated, and guilty. I told myself that losing my virginity while having sex was all my fault and that I was not to blame. How perplexing.

For months, you had successfully persuaded me that I had given consent, that rape was impossible for "together" people, and that sex was now okay, but not just okay. My ex-lover, according to you Sex was a requirement. It's a given. And I shouldn't have been surprised when you started seeing someone else one day. You were a jerk, and I was a toy. How revolting. So, I hope you're happy now, because who wouldn't be if they got away with what they did to you? And I hope your 30th birthday isn't as challenging as mine." Aunt flora finishes reciting the note and a look of horror spreads across her face.

"Get out and Christian get in!" she says as she drags christian in, locks the door and equivalently kicks Damien and I out of the house.

What the actual hell happened.

"Fuck shit." Damien curses

"Fem." I reply

"What does this mean?" Dami asks

"it means Chris and I were right, it's not an ordinary note. What does this basically mean?" I question and Damien is just as puzzled as I am.

"What do you mean by Christian and I?" Dami asks and I roll my eyes

"Alaye he's just my friend." I respond.

"I saw when you guys kissed."