Married to Victor Stephen (BOOK 2)

Chapter seven

Suzy

I never knew the exact age or proper time to talk to my little ones about sex education. I couldn't remember my mom telling me what I needed to know about sex. All I could remember was her telling me that a guy should never touch a single hair on my skin, not to talk of touching me. And if anything like that should happen, it results into pregnancy.

I could vividly remember she gave me that lecture when I started menstrating. I couldn't help laughing because my friends who started before me then shared their experience on how they were avoiding the boys in their class, and how they got laughed at. But of course, we got to know why our parents gave us that professional logic lecture.

I couldn't erase the the pictures of how the headmistress reacted to the news. She was shocked, before she became furious. The teachers who were around were called upon, and when they heard me narrate the whole story and also have Emmanuella talked, they were beyond shocked. The headmistress, and a teacher among those who came in were mothers, so they could share my worries.

They apologized, and I love the instruction the headmistress gave immediately, that the teachers would start teaching the students starting from nursery class, not to allow anyone touch them in a profane manner. Especially their body parts which are private.

"Did you hear what your HM said?" I reminded her immediately we got home.

"Yes mommy," she nodded. "Our new uncle is very bad."

Yes. I was so happy for the word she chose. Very bad. I decided to educate her more like their headmistress said. "Emmanuella, people like that your new uncle are very very very bad." I stressed on the word 'very' so hard for her to know how serious it was.

"Don't let any uncle, brother, or any boy touch you here." I pointed to her little dot, the stupid uncle called big breast. I also pointed to other parts of her body which are private. She nodded and hugged me. "Thank you mommy."

"You too Emmanuel." I faced him. "Don't allow any aunty or sister touch you here." I pointed to his balls. He moved back from me, and laughed.

"Come here, why are you laughing?"

He laughed again. "My daddy has already told me. And he said I should tell him if anyone touch me there."

"So, why are now moving back?"

He was still smiling. "Mommy you want to touch me."

I laughed. "Mr. Man, I bath for you everyday. So, your daddy is talking about any one that is not your Mom." I quickly enlightened him so he won't stop me from washing his dirty bum bum whenever he baths. I guess that was why he always request to bath for himself.

I went back to what I was saying, pointed at the two with my index finger. "If anyone tries to touch you where I just told you, that person is a very bad person. Run from that person, and always tell mommy and daddy okay."

"Yes!" They both chorused.

"Very good." I got up to go to the kitchen.

"Mommy, our caprisonne!" It was as if they were waiting for me to finally finish my story. I couldn't help laughing.

"Mommy is coming," I said, laughing my way to the kitchen.