The Ones That Taught Me First Love

I’m starting this throwback series called the #Fortunecity4. After writing my book, A Dread in the Spine, I saw how four friends were really connected and how little things brought back strange memories. I’m hoping to compile a book on the little things that really spur deep things in us. If you like to be a part of this memory thing, just write about the events that happened between three people and you at the same time(you can use anything jare, only pictures or even videos) and use the hashtag #Fortunecity4 and #ADITSmemory ( A Dread In The Spine memory). Let’s share memories and smile or cry or make a call we haven’t made in a long time.
I’ll be posting these stories every Thursday on my website, as well as my social media handles. Mine will be Thursdays, yours do not necessarily have to be that day (but what if it is on Thursday too- how sweet).
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A Dread In The Spine

To my story
I met these three at different times, but I started understanding the concept of love from them. Although the lesson didn’t last for long, it was resounding.
We just got to Ikorodu then, 9-9 to be precise. I met Oluwole in church. That day, he was trying to leave the church premise, and his Aunt kept shouting,’ Wole, Wole si bi yii’ i.e. Wole get inside. I was awed by the name, and also by this handsome boy. Before long, Wole and I became friends, and through him I became friend with Eugene.
I think some school terms later, a young round little girl came to our school, and she became a competition for I, Junior, and Ahmed, all of whom I have no contact with till today. Her name was easy to remember, Olawunmi Olaniyi.
Wole loved to play and build castles in the sky with his imaginations, while Eugene was a guy that just didn’t get it the way people wanted, but still loved God even at a tender age. Olawunmi was the girl that made boys in my class stand on their toe academically.
Let me tell you story about a day around them.
I slightly opened my bag to show a classmate a card I bought for a special girl. He was awed and brought it out and began to show the world that I bought love card for Olawunmi. The rancor was too much that she heard about it, and was awed. She told me to bring it.
However, at the close of the day, she returned it with a fear that her parents would see it. At the age of ten, I took the card to a stream and prayed over it that if God wanted her to be my wife, he should let the card float. Owing to the fact the stream wasn’t flowing, or should I say the side of the stream wasn’t flowing, the paper refused to move. So, I shoved it and saw it float away. Well, the prayer didn’t have the two of us love one another or get another chance to declare our love, but the last time we had a little conversation over the net, I wrote a long message full of blunders, telling her how much it was good to have learnt how the heart rejoices on the sight of love.
After that I went home, and headed for Wole’s house, which was a street away. At Wole’s place, I came to understand what a best friend means. We ate together, and I can remember that I learnt my first checkers from him. He won me 19-1, with me winning the last one. I learnt my first steps to boxing from his brothers, and loved books because of his dad, who had a lot of encyclopedia that were calling on to me. Then, when I wrote my first book, his brothers believed it was publishable, and they gave me my first sets of encouragement as a writer.
During our play, we would head to Eugene’s house. He is someone that I learnt a lot from. Eugene, even when angry, always refrained from foul words. At my tender age, I always felt drawn to such humanity that lived in the heart of a young boy, who believed that we don’t need to defame others to feel good.

For Oluwole, I might have not given a story as I might have written like others (the other throwbacks), but I can’t forget the guy, who became my best friend, whose life and family member were really a source of encouragement to my growth.
And how will I forget the girl that made me first learn to love. I remember the days we read and wrote together. The days it was only me, her, and Junior playing together because we could be called upon anytime to represent the school. And I wrote my first story, a story I heard from Uncle Kingsley of Foursquare Gospel Church, Destiny and the seven mountains because of her. I think she loved to read a lot that time.
While Eugene taught me to love God. I remember trying to avoid certain foul words because of him.
These guys taught me love, and are the ones that made my Fortunecity Four Friends for today.

For Next time, I’m picking a group called ‘For The Love of the Children’

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