The tale of forbidden love between two souls, a "superior" and a somewhat "subscript." A boy in a bid to navigate through odds to discover himself, finding fulfillment and a young teacher's struggle in accepting the reality of fate's token gift of l...
"Uncle, you're the first I'm telling this, because I'm free with you, I trust you so much, I don't even know why sef and I like you' he added "I will be even 18yrs next month so I'm not as small as you think" and.... he looked at me and said "...I don't have a girlfriend like most of my friends and classmates" he added. Ohh 18yrs? I asked a bit surprised, I thought you're like 16yrs going to 17" I asked curiously. "haba na, how can I be 16yrs" he replied, "I'm currently 17 and will be 18 soon" he explained further "Well even at that you're not even supposed to have any girlfriend by now if by 'girlfriend' you mean a lover" I replied him he smiled almost laughing "I don't even want a girlfriend sef" he said. "Well that's good, at least you need to focus on your studies and find ways of handling your abusive uncle" I advised. "I don't want to have a girlfriend because I don't like girls" he added. I became curious "wait you don't like girls?...why? I asked..."I just don't fancy them sha...I like guys somehow I don't know if it's bad or if I'm ok" he complained looking a bit worried but still stylishly smiling.☺️
"Uncle, since the day you came to our class as one of our new teachers I just liked you so much from that day" he added. I smiled and words vanished from my mouth. "See uncle pls don't tell anyone please" he pleaded "I know two boys used to do this boyfriend and girlfriend thing like a boy and a girl do, I have seen it in my uncle's phone and they do this s$x together" he opened up curiously. At this point I knew he is isn't far from being queer no thanks to the influence of his abusive uncle.
"Bright, finish your noodles and start going home" I said to him..."Haaaa!!!" he exclaimed "no na, uncle pls I can't go back, he is not back yet sef" he pleaded, "you won't know until you get home" I responded.."but pls don't tell anyone sir" he pleaded looking scared and confused.
He lowered his head in silence. I didn't say a word and he didn't too. I felt so sorry for him, I wished I could help but I didn't wanna take advantage of him, in fact, I didn't trust myself.....
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For God sake the boy in question is extremely attractive head to toe, sexy and sweet...I mean I haven't seen a dark or chocolate guy so damn attractive, that's a whole lot of temptation and I can't afford to throw caution to the wind and trample on my dignity and self respect, besides no one is aware of my rainbow🌈sexuality and I intend to keep it that way. Now here is Bright my under aged secret crush being almost likely to be queer, so vulnerable and facing an unfair life at this young age under an abusive uncle. Looking at him as he remained in that position with his head on his kneels, I could only imagine what the poor boy was going through. I reached for him with my hands resting gently on his head, "Bright" I called out gently, he raised his head, he was in tears, his eyes red soaked with tears and sweating already, I became so weak.🤦♂️😞 Filled with sympathy I asked him even though it was obvious "Bright, are you crying?" "Uncle please I'm begging you don't push me away" he burst into tears the more and began to cry so visibly with a lot of emotions. "don't tell anyone please because of God, I'm sorry uncle please" he kept begging in tears. I became so emotional myself, and I was deeply moved. Seeing his tears broke me so deeply 😔 "Ok uncle I won't stay here again but pls don't tell anyone uncle pls" he kept pleading and crying seriously. I stood up and positioned myself squatting before him, I held his hands and said to him "I swear I won't tell anyone Bright" I assured him in all sincerity "you will be fine" I added. But he kept on begging. I sat close to him, positioned my left hand on him, crossing it over his shoulders through the back of his neck, then I dried his tears wetting his soft tender cheeks with my right hand as I kept saying to him 'it's ok, Bright, it's ok, stop crying, it's ok" common Bright, I won't tell anyone I promised" I kept reassuring him and I meant every word. Gosh he was so vulnerable leaning on me like a baby😔
