Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love – Episode 3

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Forbidden Love – Episode 3

(c) Francis Agamah



Fafa looked at me and smiled. I knew you want to hurry up and finish that story. I won’t allow you to read it again. I want us to talk. After all, you paid me a visit, not to read a story book. Fafa took the story book and went inside his bedroom. My desire to finish the story far outweighed any ethical restrictions so I followed him to the bedroom, knelt down and said, “I beg, Fafa, please, let me finish reading the story.”


He looked at me and laughed hysterically saying, “I knew you will follow me.

I just want to confirm what I knew and you have proven me right. Abena, I’m impressed with you and your spirit of determination. From now on, I accepted you wholeheartedly as a friend. Please, take the story book- it’s my gift to you.


“Fafa, you mean I can take the story book home? “I asked.

“Yes, dear” he said.

For the first time, Fafa called me ‘dear’.


I peeped into Fafa’s eyes. He was so innocent and calm but underneath his innocence was a ray of love, glimmering across his impeccable sacrosanct appearance. I could feel the wave of ecstasy slowly announcing its arrival.


I asked myself, “Will it happen on this First visit?” Fafa reached out, held my hands, and gently took me out of the bedroom into the sitting room. As if he read my mind, he said, “Everything has a right time. Now, continue reading your story.


I continued reading the story. …


That evening when Jack arrived home with flowers in his hands and a smile on his face, His wife wasn’t in the sitting room. He called her but still no one answered.

He decided to run up stairs. Upon reaching there, he found his wife in bed – lifeless, dead.

Rivers of tears flood his eyes and the bouquet of flowers fell from his hands. His wife was dead- from Cancer.  She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save him from whatever negative reaction from their son, in case they push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of their son— he is a loving husband.”


“Oh God,” I said when I finished reading the story, Streams of tears stole their way into my eyes. I felt so sad. I felt I was Jennifer. She had demonstrated true unconditional, unwavering love. I asked myself what I could have done in that situation.

My visit to Fafa’s Place became a weekly routine. We became very good friends. I felt so happy whenever I see Fafa. I can’t live a day without seeing him. The friendship soon went deeper and deeper and eventually crossed the boundary of friendship into a relationship. One lovely weekend, Fafa took me to the beach.


We went to the beach to catch a glimpse of the sheer force of nature. The picturesque landscape, the golden sands on the beach and the smiling sun as it descended beyond the horizon, was an amazing sight. The roaring of the sea welcome us to its sandy Kingdom, in anticipation of the possible romantic adventure that was fast becoming eminent.


When we sat down on the cool golden sand, we talked about the future and the prospect of living together. We sat on the beach chatting and laughing as we stared at the awe-inspiring force of nature. Fafa got up and put his hand out to help me up. When my hand grabbed Fafa’s hand, a sensation came over me and coursed through my body in an endless circle of pleasure. My sex pheromones surged like an angry ram. We clung to each other as if there was no tomorrow. To us, our tomorrow was today.


Fafa looked into my eyes. I gave him a slight smile and itched closer to him for a kiss. He responded instantaneously. The proximity of our bodies increased the insatiable love we had for each other on the vast open angry beach.





[Narration from Fafa’s Point Of View]


~On the Beach~


I have never felt this way ever since I was born. A lot of my course mates have mastered the game of love to the point of acquiring Ph.D. but I didn’t even have a BECE in love. One thing remained vivid to me, I loved Abena so much. As I said Early on, I have never dated any lady before meeting Abena. She showed me the gateway to pure ecstasy. She was one lady I would rather die than lose. I pulled Abena closer to myself and kissed her. It was a light kiss filled with passion. My heart was racing fast and my breath came in gasp.  I placed my free hand on her waist and began to pull her towards myself.


As we kissed we heard the angry waves crashing along the beach as if to signal its gigantic presence or perhaps tell us the number of countless romantic scenes they had witnessed on the same spot.


Suddenly, we stopped kissing and just looked into each other’s eyes as if to reassure each other of the unflinching love we shared. I felt my heart and soul belonged to her. Hours seemed like seconds and I wished I have the power to stop time forever. I wanted to spend every micro-second with Abena.


Abena looked at me and said, “Are you ok?” I shook my head and pulled her closer to my visibly shaky body.  She moved her hands down onto my chest and felt my heart pound. At that moment, an overwhelming feeling of excitement came over me like the rolling waves. The feelings were overwhelming. My mind was racing. I could not believe all these things were happening in real time. At that point, I realised why most of my colleagues behaved irrationally when they fell in love. I heard some of my gynephilic friends who were dating said,” first love is the best experience one can have. I reflected on that statement and asked myself, “Is it true?. Come to think of it, is virginity a state of naivety?

I don’t know the exact answers to this questions but I vowed to keep my virginity till the right time. Considering the way the force of love was magnetising me to Abena, I doubted if I could keep that vow till I say, “I do”


Abena looked straight into my eyes and muttered the words in her melodious voice, “I love you, Fafa”

Her words soothed my nerves. I was so excited. For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating. All these things looked like fairy tales. Then she repeated the words again, “I love you, Fafa”


That was the golden moment I was looking for. Gathering my courage and saying it in the most honest and candid manner, I uttered the words, “Will you marry me, Abena?”


I want to marry you after graduation. You are the missing rib I have been looking for. Now that I have found you, I felt very complete. I want to stay with you till death do us Apart.”


(Narration from Abena’s Point Of View)


His phrase “till death do us Apart” reminded me of the story I read when I first paid him a visit. Did he really meant it?


I was very happy with his proposal.

“Yes, Fafa, I will marry you… In fact, in my heart, I’m already married to you.


He was stunned at the unequivocal manner in which I responded to his proposal. He was not really convinced



Then he shocked me by bringing out a promissory ring, kneeling in the bed of sand, saying, “Abena my love, will you be the love of my life from now till we traverse this mortal world into the world of immortality, fitting in the rib which has been missing in my body for the past 18 years and embarks on this limitless odyssey of love with me, taking the role of the mother of my unborn children who will be the product of our infinite love?


With teary eyes, I said, “Yes, I will”.

The waves seemed to hear my verbal declaration and confirmation of our unblemished love. They clapped their hands in glee, been evidenced by the power they carried in their roar.


Fafa slipped the promissory ring on my longest finger, the one between the thumb and the last finger to the left.


That ring unearthed the hot ecstasy which remained caged in me for decades now. I thought it was time to let it out.


I imagined how love-making on the bed of sand on the sea coast, at the full glare of the happy waves, devoid of all other living things except Fafa and me would be. It’s surely going to be magnificent. I imagined a world without the gift of love- it would be one big boring, entertain-less place.


I agreed with Aristotle when he said, “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.



My high expectation for a romance packed adventure on the beach never materialized. Fafa only said,” it’s time to go home.”


He held me by the hand as I reluctantly followed him, all my fantasies remaining only in the secret recesses of my heart. The one who wrote that instruction in the bible that marriage before sex might have been a Eunuch because that law seemed impracticable among 21st-century teenagers who burned with lust from the cradle of their birth to the grave of their death.


Today, sex is seen as fun and most adolescents broke their virginity on the shameless altar of lust in a century which liberalized and idolized sex. Don’t feel guilty; I’m not a saint either. Had Fafa made the move, I would have given him a romance filled experience on the vast open beach, even to the point of coition.


One thing is clear here, dating a “chrife” (a sexually naïve person) is not easy at all.


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