He took my Virginity on my birthday..

A story from the heart……..

Part 1<<<<,<,<

It was a beautiful cool Monday morning, already packed, waiting to be taken to school, so excited and my face glowing with joy and happiness. This is the day I have always dream about ever since I was in secondary school.

My name is Mary, a girl from a strong Christian background, whose dad is a deacon in Christ apostolic church, in ijesa, Lagos- Nigeria and Mum a prayer band leader.

I grew up knowing God at a very tender age, knowing fully well who God is and what he still is, I learned a lot from my parents and ‘’ Virgin Mary was my second name’’.

I got admission in one of Nigerian universities, University of Lagos to be precise, immediately after secondary school; I was very joyous and glad about it because I can’t imagine myself spending another year at home, my parents were so happy for me and assured me that they will do everything possible to see me through my education.

As we all know, when one gets admission into the university, the first thing a good parents will do is to sit the child down and give them a good words of wisdom and advice.

That same Monday morning, when I was ready to go, although my parents had talked and told me different stories about girls who were good at home but went to school living a wasted life. I listened and gave them my full attention.

‘’my daughter, I hope you know the daughter of who you are, never follow bad gangs, and remember God, never put him last’’. Said my dad. He held me closely and hugged me for the last time before he left for work. Tears welled down my eyes as I took out my handkerchief and dapped the tears.

I bid my siblings farewell and all my loved ones. My mum took my luggage and headed toward the car, as we are going, she is giving me bible verses to read and that will keep me going.

‘’my dear, even though you are now entering into the higher institution, don’t assume you are no longer in the care of anyone, you are still our child and my last born for that matter, always be good and don’t forget God’’, my mum said as we got down to the school gate.

She helped with my luggage and bid me farewell, I stopped myself from crying because I always wanted to be in the university and here I am. I looked into my mum’s eyes and assured her that I will be good

I took a deep breath and said; ‘’ mum, I promise I will be good, just keep praying for me and I won’t disappoint you and dad’’. These were the last words that came out my mouth as I hugged my mum and immediately released myself from her embrace.

As I stood and watched her leave, I couldn’t control my fears and the tears any longer, but all I could do was to pray to God and never forget their words.

As a fresher and a naïve girl who I was, I took my bath and made plans to go through the school and know the different departments before lecture starts. I never made friends and my roommates weren’t friendly as such. I put on my best clothes and ensure that I look as beautiful as I can even without any cosmetics; I carried my bag and left without saying a word to my newly found roommates.

As I set out to my destination as planned, alone with my mobile phone, walking on the lonely road of university of Lagos. I couldn’t look left or right or even forward to know if someone was behind me or not. I keep on remembering the words of my parents as I walk briskly on the lonely road.

...........This story will inspire other ladies out there.......