WAEC English Language 2019 Objective — Question 85

Explanation

I WISH I HAD LISTENED TO MY PARENTS It seemed my parents saw the womb of time; they knew that whatever an adult sees while sitting, a child won't see it even if he climbs a tree. They know what might befall me if I kept being under the bad influence of Yetunde. They knew her case wasn't just a youthful exuberance; she was completely wayward. My parents were sure that if I kept being in Yetunde's company, it was only a matter of time for evil communication to corrupt good manners. But I thought they were only mean, and didn't want me to enjoy my adolescence; I misconstrued their intention to save me from danger ahead. I though they wanted to keep friends away from me; I though they were over-protective. So, I would sneak out every weekend to Yetunde's house. We would have luscious fun, we would drink, party and go out with weird boys and girls I have never known before. I attended a school that was a stone's throw to Yetunde's. I always looked forward to seeing her, during break, and I wouldn't return to school to complete my lesson for the day. Yetunde was such a social enthusiast, talker and bad influencer. We would do all sorts of nasty things including smoking. I was naive and inquisitive; I wanted to try everything that would make me free from home. Although she was two years older than me, both in age and in class, I always preferred to rapport and relate with older persons even much older. "Would you give Uncle Wolex a chance to roll with you? You will enjoy him I swear! Just try him", Yetunde said. Wolex was a neighbourhood uncle I didn't know before. Since Yetunde had endorsed him, I started going out with him. His car was enticing, his outlook and fragrance, alluring. We would eat, party, kiss and have sex. The first time my period ceased, I was afraid to call Uncle Wolex. I called Yetunde instead; she informed Wolex and we did something about it in a nearby clinic. My mum, being a mother, almost suspected my restlessness, but I pretended nothing had happened. I lost concentration. My performance in school soon reduced to woes. It is either my thought was filled with next outing, next fondling with Wolex or how to get rid of another abortion. We always did something about it when it happened. It never occurred to me to question Yetunde why her boyfriend, Joe hadn't got her pregnant. I was always the one visiting the clinic. The last one I had messed my life up. It was on a Sunday evening. My parents had gone for their usual extended family meeting. Wolex and Yetunde drove in to pick me up. We did it but it went wrong this time. I got home feeling weak and dying on the inside. I covered up so my parents wouldn't notice when they returned. I barely slept that night. Dad drove me to school the next, a Monday morning, though I was in distress unknown to him. Few hours later I passed out while lesson was ongoing. I was rushed to the school clinic from there to a hospital. My dad was contacted. The doctor rescued my life, but I lost my womb. My parents arrested Wolex and Yetunde, but that wouldn't fix my shattered life. I wish my path had never crossed Yetunde's. I wish I had listened to my parents.