Life is a discovery process. The more you live it, the more you find out just about some of the things that are unexpected. Of course when we are born, no one tells you this is the path to follow, and this is not the way to go. We take each day as it comes. And every day has its highs and lows. In every place too, there are people you meet. Some are really essential, while others could as well have been the other part of the human race you should never have come into contact with. But then, our paths are already curved for us. We have little or no control of whatever each day and each person has to contribute to our lives.
I went to high school as a sweet innocent. It was a mission catholic school with so many strict rules to be followed. Being the obedient girl I was, I never found life impossible as some of the difficult students did. I made it a rule to do what was right every time. Perhaps this is what led our Religious teacher to be fond of me. She was a nun. All the time, she mentioned my name fondly. Whenever she gave examples of good students, mine was the first to be mentioned. This drew hatred from other students who felt I was being favored too much. Normal, I thought to myself. Rebel students never liked the obedient ones. And I was not going to be rebellious to please anyone. Not ever.
The friendship between me and the nun continued. Anytime she needed someone to send, she chose me. One time, she sent me to take a letter to the Catholic Father who was at the convent at games time. Being the sweet innocent, I did as ordered. The moment I knocked on the door to the Father’s study, the door swung open. This caught me by surprise. Later on, I discovered that there was a window which showed anyone who was coming to the study room. Meaning Father saw you the moment you were on the path that led to his study long before you knew it. The way he looked at me was numbing, but I was on an errand, so I ignored his crazy look.
This messenger job on my part between Sister and Father continued. I got so many goodies in return until it became an obsession to receive. Then the worst thing happened. Father began seducing me as well. I tried to remain unattached, but he insisted until I gave in as well. So it was one woman, one girl and the Father. We played it cool with Father, but nothing can be kept secret for long. One day, Sister sent me to take a letter like she used to do. When I took the letter there, Father began fondling and kissing me. Just then, Sister burst into the room. It was the worst nightmare for me. If it were not for Father being a diplomatic man, I would have been sent away from school. He accused Sister of having set him up with me. He made it sound so bad that Sister sought a transfer. I too, never went back to the study room again.