Let me put a disclaimer here. This
article was not sent to me, I culled it from a friend’s blog. However I decided
to share it here because I believe that this true life story of a sex freak
undergraduate young girl will open the eyes of other undergraduates.
No doubt, our institutions of
higher learning are seen as a platform for sexual immorality, but, this article
will serve as a lesson to those who derive much pleasure in promiscuity, to
refrain from sexual escapades and concentrate on their studies.
Read her story after the cut...
LIVING
THE HIGH, PROMISCUOUS LIFE IS A TEMPORARY PLEASURE THAT CAN ONLY LEAD TO
MISERY, IT HAPPENED TO ME !
I am one of those lucky ones who
got admission into the university straight out of school. It was a whole new
kind of experience for me; no school uniform, no restriction of movement, no
punishment. There was freedom, the hostel and lots of friends. I was only 17 at
the time and a very serious student who never missed lectures. I wanted to
graduate well and work for an oil company. I studied hard and got excellent in
most of my courses but so with my three room mates who never attended lectures
and partied all the time. I felt cheated and decided if I cannot beat them, I
would join them. I wanted to be popular too, have social connections and wear
nice clothes. Pat, Lisa, Idara and I soon became the best of friends and made a
complete team.
We were wined and dined with
top-shot leaders, politicians and celebrities who treated us like queens, even
though they knew were actually nothing but glorified prostitutes. Friends tried
to call me to order but I would not listen. Soon, I was so obsessed with my new
life that I did not have time for lectures. Instead we will pay a poor, but
brilliant boy in the class who helped us out in the exams hall.
Every thing went well until when
Idara fell ill, she stayed at home for an entire semester and got even worse.
One day her parents told us that she had died of full-blown aids, and advised
us all to go and test for the virus. “God forbid“ we said; “it is not our
portion”.
We told our friends in school
that Idara family had won a lottery and moved to America. We were filling with
fear and lay low for a while. But once we had gotten off Idara’s absence, Pat
got us on line.
I soon met Tajudeen, a married
man who worked for an oil company and asked me to be his mistress. He promised
to get me a job in his company after I graduated and pampered me a lot.
Sticking to him helped me away from the group, which eventually fell apart; Pat
was expelled after being caught cheating in exams. Even the Head of Department
she was dating could not help her. Lisa became a born again Christian, probably
because she could not cope without the group.
I was impregnated by Tajudeen
three times and had an abortion on each occasion. The forth time I got
pregnant, I had an abortion again but discovered that I was still pregnant two
weeks later. I went back to the “doctor”, but when I had a scan done, I
discovered that my baby was still alive in me and stock in my fallopian tube.
I knew girls who had 10 abortions
but had never suffered these complications. Why did this happen to me? At the
hospital, I was told it would cost N100, 000.00 for the surgery i needed and,
since I did not have that kind of money, i turned to Tajudeen for help. He
rejected me like dirt, calling me a prostitute, a thief and a slut. Desperate I
resorted to threatening him. He eventually paid N200,000.00 into my bank
account and said he never wanted to see me again.
I had the operation. My fallopian
tube had to be cut out, and I will never forget the pains I went through as
well as the loneliness, rejection, regret and disappointment.
Regrettably, my education and
suffering in life have come to nothing. Now I have lost my fallopian tube and
consequently the joy of motherhood and marital bliss to a worthless man because
of my greed.
Culled: Concord
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