The first time.
THE FIRST TIME It was on a weekend in maybe mid-April, after Easter. I was on holiday at my cousin's house, and she had invited me to go along with her for a picnic organised by the YCS. She was going to Jss3 in a different school from mine. I was going to Jss2. Still young and naive and discovering the world. We both attended all-girl’s boarding schools and were still very shy around boys. Her mum wouldn't allow her to go for the picnic alone but since I was there, we were given permission to attend but with a curfew of 6:30pm at the latest. It was the first time I heard the word "curfew" because at my house, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. I was 11 years old going on 12. I had my low-cut hair and a scrawny body. I hadn’t developed any mammary glands yet. My mum used to call them boob seeds. I was so young, So timid, So innocent. I wore black trousers and a red t-shirt. So did my cousin. She said it would be easy to find each other in the crowd that way. We to...