Okafor's law

Someone asked me what Okafor’s law was and I was quite surprised. I thought everyone knew about this popular law. I knew about Okafor’s law years back thanks to all the bad bad people that were around me.(lol) I hear there is even a new movie with same title - I will definitely go see it. (See free advert oh!) By the time you read this story to the end, you will understand the phrase “Okafor’s law” better

Nkay’s story…

My name in Nkay and I got married at the age of eighteen and no, I was not forced into marriage; I got very mature quite early, I got my first period at the age of eight and by thirteen years every vital part of my body was fully developed. By the age of fifteen I was already a D cup in bra size, my hips were forty and I was five feet eleven inches tall. I could pass for a full adult. I often overheard my dad tell my mum that he was worried that a lot of men would try to lure me to bed because of my mature look.

I knew that I was different from most of my peers; at eight years while they still played around half naked I had already learnt to watch quietly from a corner. I was taught not to jump around too much just so I wouldn’t get stained by the monthly bleeding that came from a part of my body that I knew nothing about.

When my mates still wore bra tops, I was way ahead in the tactical method of wearing the brassiere, hooking it from the front first, pushing the hooks to the back and then raising the straps over my arms one after the other. When some of my friends started to wear the bra later, I was their tutor, and when they started their periods suddenly in the boarding house I was their coach with over five years experience.

I was always ahead of my mates, when they were dreaming of dating, my brains were thinking of marriage, my parents watched over me with eagle eyes and they had every reason to do so. If I was sent on an errand, before I got to my destination, at least three men would have stopped to try their luck with me. One day my father trailed me to the next street where I had gone to get my mother’s clothes from her seamstress, after he saw two men who tried to talk to me, he never sent me or let anyone send me on an errand again.

My parents started trying to hook me up with a good man for marriage; to them it was the only way to make sure that I was protected from unserious men who only wanted me for my body. I knew what my parents were up to and I was secretly delighted.

Mikie’s parents were my parent’s good friends, they attended the same church and the two fathers were once colleagues in a federal parastatal. I knew Mikie’s younger ones but only knew him from a distance when he came home from the university for the holidays. I was out of the university at the age of seventeen and I was serving when Mikie and I had our first date, I fell deeply in love with him immediately. He was not a very attractive man on the face but he had a good body and I loved the fact that he stood above my six feet height. We chatted like old friends and I was ready to walk down the aisle with him on that very day.

On our second date, I gave myself to him even though my mum always warned me on each outing with Mikie not to let him see my nakedness. (Sorry to disappoint you mum). After that experience, I was a hundred percent sure that he was all that I would ever want in a man. Mikie was a banker at this time and he was seven years older than me. I was ready for marriage but I knew that Mikie was not, he wanted to achieve more, besides he was still too young to marry considering that he was a guy.

One fateful day, Mikie told me that he got a visa to leave for the UK to further his studies, I was sad but I was ready to wait for him, he looked at me, held my face in his hands, kissed me passionately and told me to please move on. He knew I was ready to marry and so he did not want to set me back. “Nkay, I love you too much to hold you down, if you find love again, please move on, do not wait for me” those words were like bullets to me, I nearly stopped breathing and the tears flowed freely.

My parents found it difficult to console me, I became a shadow of myself, I had a contract job in a small advertising firm, I wouldn’t go to work for three weeks and I didn’t even apply for a leave, I was relieved of my job. Thank God for my parents who stood by me. 

To be continued