Someone made a post on Facebook. I shared different views on the post so I commented my disagreement under the post. Joojo shared opposing views to mine so he replied to my comment. It turned into an argument, but it wasn’t anything serious. While we were going back and forth with our ideas. I went to look at his profile. While I was going through his wall, I saw that he posted a funny video that I liked, so I sent him my WhatsApp number and asked that he send the video to me. He sent the video within seconds, and that’s how our friendship began. He has the kind of intellectual depth that made me happy every time we talked.
So we continued being friends who had never met till I went back to the UK. On my next visit to Ghana, I met a guy. We fell in love and I got pregnant. I would have been happy about it but his family was hostile toward me. They said their son won’t marry me because of my tribe. This would have completely broken me but thankfully, Joojo was there for me. He encouraged me and held me together with his friendship. While everyone judged me, he never did. He constantly called me to make sure that I was okay. And he never failed to remind me that I was not alone. His presence in my life gave me the confidence to lift my head up and embrace the journey of a single mother.
As our friendship aged, Joojo made me believe that love could never go wrong. The only problem was that I was in love with him while he was in love with someone else. But I was content to have him as a friend so it didn’t hurt so much. Then along the line, his relationship ended. He said his girlfriend cheated on him. He was so heartbroken that he drifted away from even me. “I just want to be alone,” He told me. In all our six years of friendship, he had never kept me at arm’s length, so my feelings were hurt when he did that. I guess because I love him, I wanted to be the one he turned to in his lowest moment. But I had to understand that he didn’t love me so he saw things differently. So I gave him the space he needed to heal, and when he was ready to face the world again, I was there for him.
He giggled and asked, “Are you okay?” “Yes,” I said with choked emotions, “But hold me a little longer.” I just didn’t want the moment to pass. While I held on to him, he kissed me on my cheek, and then on my lips. It was soft so good that I welcomed it. We kissed for what felt like thirty minutes and I was just waiting for him to take things further. But he didn’t want to do it. He smiled at me and said, “I don’t want to hurt you. You are too fragile.” “Why do you think you would hurt me? Is it that you are too big for me to handle?” He just shook his head and said, “This is a bad idea.” I didn’t pay attention to him, I rather asked if he had protection. But it didn’t matter, because, in the end, we didn’t use it. We did it like that. He was quite intense, and so was I. I matched his thrusts with satisfied moans. I loved how he knew his way around my body as though that wasn’t our first time together. It was incredible. He pulled out before he finished but he still advised that I take the plan B pills.
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