My experience: Oh no, what a camp! (II)

We talked again for a while and I had the greatest urge just to put my arm around her. It was eating me up so I told her what I felt.

She told me if I wanted, I could put my hand around her. I told her it would be wrong even though I would be holding her.

I told her I just wanted us to be friends and that I respected her relationship and that I wouldn’t want it to lead to other things because we were both young. But when I went to sleep that night,  all I could think about was holding her.

Perhaps it was because I was virtually spending my all my leisure time at the camp with her.

The next day was pretty much the same expect my giving in and putting my arm around her the previous night, but that was as far as it went.

I really felt like I was I heaven that night. I wished it would never end. I was very open to her about my feelings for her. I had never been that comfortable with anyone else in my life and it seemed so right.

The last day was different. We talked about keeping in touch and agreed we would write and mail and maybe occasionally call. In the evening, we took some chairs behind and sat behind a classroom and enjoyed the view of the bright moon reflecting on the calm evening.

The butterflies I felt in my stomach every time I looked at her that evening was very intense. Instead of her chair, she sat on mine with me and laid back on me.

I knew eventually on that night something would go wrong but couldn’t fish it out. Sena began to get cold and suggested we do inside a classroom.

As soon as we got the classroom, she said ‘OK’, I’m waiting for you to kiss me now. Holding back, I told her it wouldn’t be right. She told me that she really wanted me to.

I also wanted it so much that I couldn’t hold it back any longer. Then the inevitable happened. After the incident we were both ashamed and couldn’t look at each other in the face.

Since it was already morning and our various buses would arrive soon to pick us up, I informed her I wanted to go to my dormitory to pack my things. I just couldn’t face her anymore.

It turned out that her bus came in earlier so I realised she had left by the time I came with my things. I was very upset and all I could think was about her and what we did!

I was very quiet in the bus throughout our journey back to the school, dreading the consequence of what Sena and I had done.

And it finally came! The problem is that it came at the wrong time and at the wrong place. I had just been selected for the all African Senior Secondary Schools Games in South Africa. Sena’s sports master came to see that Sena was two months pregnant and I was responsible.

What they couldn’t fathom about the whole thing was how it became possible after the strict supervision at the camp. My parents were informed about it. They had no choice than to accept responsibilities for my ills.

They also accepted to take care of the baby so that Sena could go back to school after everything. I have been dismissed from school and my mates now call me “Born One”. I don’t know if my parents will send me to another school.

They have been calm since I came to the house but I can feel tension in the air.

Oh no, what a camp! I said to myself as I tossed and turned in bed that night being unable to sleep.