See your small jolonjolo.” Udoka our house help said, as she bathed me outside at the backyard in a Basin. She said so anytime she bathed me and when she did I clapped hand off from appendage and cried to my mother.
“Udoka is playing with my tanta.”
Always she laughed and cautioned her. “Leave his tanta alone.”
Udoka laughed, I laughed, my mother laughed.
I was in primary one then, too little to know about the birds and the bees. But I came back from school one day and met my brother Chiebuka and his friends watching women shake nyash naked on TV while Udoka slept, and I felt my tanta stiffen. I was gripped with inhibition, but strangely I liked it, it felt natural.
After that day When Udoka bathed me and stroked my jolonjolo I didn’t stop her again, secretly I began to wish she did it more often.