Anwangabasi Apkan shares this beautiful short story with us, I'm glad there's something for the Valentine's day enthusiasts to nibble on. Enjoy.
My first kiss
My name is Jide, an Engineer and a boating enthusiast. A moment ago, I kissed my wife of three years for the first time, can you believe that? And it happened right inside the delivery room, immediately after she gave birth to our first child. But why did I have to wait for that long?
I met my wife, Emem, a virgin, five years ago in Enugu. Both of us were undergraduates then. As often the case, We started off as “just friends” and as time goes on, we discovered that there is something we shared in common; both of us were believers in not just no-sex before marriage but also no petting. This, further strengthened the bond of our friendship, and we were already looking into the future. Luckily, upon graduation, we secured lucrative jobs, relocated to Lagos and two years later we decided to get married. As young, adventurous couple, we had taken certain decisions prior to our wedding, and one of such decisions concerned our first child.
Apart from our ‘first time’ we wanted the birth of our first child to be equally romantic and memorable. Hence, we resolved to delay our first kiss until the moment our first child will be born, and the kiss was to last for a minimum of five minutes…
The wedding was a glamorous one, a union of two different cultures; Ibibio and Yoruba. But the traditional ‘kiss your bride’ session was a sham. I didn’t kiss her, and it was so nauseating to miss that. However, the pure ecstasy of our first night, done in an erotic atmosphere, soon eclipsed that. Honestly, the long wait was worthwhile. We painstakingly tasted everything except of course the ‘magical’ first kiss, which hopefully was to come in the next nine months. Unfortunately, we had to wait longer; three agonizing years before Emem could conceive. It wasn’t easy all those years, and I know my angel wanted the kiss too. So our excitement was uncontrollable when the pregnancy was confirmed, but friends and relatives didn’t know the joy wasn’t only because of the prospect of parenthood, but...
After nine edgy months, today was the day. The labor pains were intense. I was in the delivery room with her. At the right time she had put to birth and as soon as the doctor announced the gender of the baby, I kissed her passionately.
“Move away from her” the doctor had said in an attempt to examine her eyes. But I resisted. “Three minutes more” I told him and peeped at my watch.
But sadly, my wife had passed out, I didn’t know. How could I know!
Even though I had seen her eyes closed, I thought it was due to the sweetness of the kiss, but in fact she was dying, my wife was dying while I was on cloud nine. However, at the end of five minutes, as I slowly lifted my moist lips from hers, she opened her eyes again.
“What happened?” my wife, confused, had asked.
“Is a boy angel, but you missed our first kiss.” I said to her with a faint smile.
She paused for a moment, then smiled and said “No, I didn’t miss it. It brought me back”
So as you can see, my first kiss was awesome, it brought my wife back to life. What about you? When and where did you have yours? What was the feeling like? And if you are yet to experience it, when/where do you plan to do it, and what is/are your expectation(s)
Let us know!
photo credit: love letters to sepia.