08/10/2025
Nkechi’s First kiss
The night was calm, the moon hung gently above the quiet compound, and the cool wind carried whispers of love and confusion. Nkechi stood beneath the mango tree where she and Chima had spent many evenings talking about dreams, struggles, and faith. But tonight was different.
As Chima drew closer, his eyes spoke more than words. Her heart pounded like a drum. When his lips touched hers, the world stood still soft, hesitant, yet powerful. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a storm of emotions.
For a moment, she felt warmth and belonging, but soon guilt crept in. Her upbringing echoed in her mind: “Keep yourself pure, Nkechi.” Tears welled up, not from regret, but from confusion. How could something so tender feel so heavy?
She pulled away gently, avoiding Chima’s gaze. “Chima,” she whispered, her voice trembling, “I don’t know what I feel right now.”
He tried to speak, but she continued, “My heart is happy, yet afraid. I feel love, but also shame. Maybe… maybe I need time.”
That night, Nkechi lay awake, replaying the moment. Her lips tingled, her soul battled between emotion and conviction. It wasn’t just her first kiss it was her first taste of the struggle between love and conscience.
The story teller, Amb.Elvis ogbonna
