As a 12-year-old, I discovered two pamphlets with sex education at home, hidden behind a row in the bookcase: one for boys and one for girls. I studied the contents with my two best friends. We were in a mixed class for the first time at secondary school, so we mainly read the boys’ book with red ears. The advice to those wretches was to whistle a song when they got an erect penis. We girls have had fun doing that for years; also denounced as “the weak laugher”.
Readers are the authors of this column. An Ije is a personal experience or anecdote in a maximum of 120 words. Submit via [email protected]