Everyone knows that you never forget your first time.

Akindayo knew this well. The memory of it never left him. At times, it was quiet like the bushes of Ibadan at midnight, and sometimes it was loud like a drunkard walking through the streets of Lagos on a Friday night, but it never left. The most it did was sleep.

On his 18th birthday, as Pastor Tobi prayed over him in the same tongues Akin has been…