IMPREGNATE ME OR I DIE
Thanks to my mother, Mrs Ladidi who taught
me to be a woman of pride and dignity. It will be difficult for many to believe I was still a V-rgin even after my university education. My mother was that strict woman who must not see you with any man. She made us believed you can never be respected by your husband if he meets your disV-rgined. So I did everything in my wisdom and strength to keep my V-rginity all through my secondary school and university days. There were series of temptations and narrow escapes but it was not easy.
Danjuma was my first love, we met while I
was in SSS 2. He was a good guy except that
he wanted me to prove my love for him by
sleeping with him. I had told him from the
onset of our relationship that *this is
everything minus s€×* and he agreed. We dated for three years, but it was three years of agony and pain. In our three years of dating, he attempted raping me six times but was unsuccessful.
I will never forget the last attempt, he had
succeeded in tearing my p-nt and I had made up my mind to let him into my body but he lost er-ction after all the struggle to get me down.
That was how I escaped the sixth attempt. You must be thinking why I had not walked away after the second or the third attempt, I myself can’t tell why I couldn’t walk away.
All my friends knew I was still a V-rgin and the only V-rgin among our clique. Severally they had arranged some boys to get me disV-rgined but I was smarter than them. I had a strong intuition to know when they drugged my food or drinks just to get at me. Some of them thought I was a witch but I wasn’t.
They intentionally discussed how sweet s€× was while I was with them to make me change my mind but I was resolute – my mother’s words are more stronger than theirs. I want to be a woman of pride and dignity. I will keep my V-rginity for my husband no matter the cost.
My second boyfriend was not as aggressive as Danjuma, he was calmer and respected my decision with the hope that he will eventually be that husband to break the cistern.
Our love for each other was enviable. We were like the Romeo and Juliet of our time. In all our times together he never tried to force me to sleep with him except on two occasions when were lost in lust for each other. We almost could not resist each other as we both car-ssed each other like two love birds. He looked at my face, I looked at his and remembered my covenant, “I will keep my V-rginity for my husband”. Something within me said, “but Dan will marry you, there’s no difference if he does it now or later.” I quickly rejected that voice and disengaged from his arms and took my leave. These were not easy decisions anyway. Even though he had never complained, putting him in the mood and leaving him in that manner gave me a lot of concern and worry.
I shared my experience with Jumai and she
felt I was wicked. ‘A man who has given you everything you wanted in life, he has provided your material needs, given you time and affection, etc, what else can you give him as a pay back or appreciation for all his gestures?’ She asked me. Jumai made me
feel indebted to Daniel and I couldn’t sleep all through the night because of her words. I woke up at about 2am that night and I was
overwhelmed with the thought of Daniel. In
reality there’s nothing Daniel hasn’t done to make me happy, there’s nothing I give him that will be too much for his love towards me, not even my V-rginity. Immediately I
decided that moment to give it to him. I picked my phone and sent him a text message, “I
will be coming to your place tomorrow”. He replied after 23 minutes, “it’s ok, I will be expecting you”. I was eager to meet with Daniel so he can make me feel like a woman for the first time. The clock became slow for my liking.
Because of what people will say, I waited till 10am before going to his house. The moment I entered, he knew I was up to something, my face said it all, my actions spelt it better but Daniel is a rare gem. He reminded me of my covenant, the words of my mother to me. ‘Will you break your covenant for five minutes enjoyment?’ He asked me.
I was ashamed of myself, I could not look straight into his eyes again. He picked up my p-nt and wore them on me himself. We will do this when we are married, he said. Tears of mixed feelings dropped down my cheeks. ‘Daniel I
love you.’ ‘Maryam I love you more.’
We hugged each other and he led me to the door.
I got admission into Bayero University Kano(BUK) to study Mass Communication – a four year course. My departure from Daniel was painful but it was expedient. My first three months in school was like I was in another world without Daniel.
My loneliness didn’t last for too long before I met Sally. Sally was a very brilliant student, charming and lovely. She was one of the best students in my class. We got attracted to each other because of her humility and simplicity. I have never seen a lady so brilliant and pretty and still humble the way Sally was. The only problem with my friend is that she doesn’t know how to say no to proposals from guys. I became her saviour when I came into her life, as I had to help her turn down some casual proposals from some casual guys. Guys were flocking around her because she had what it takes for any man to want to die for her. Before I met her, she had already dated two guys in the same department just barely four months after entering into school.
When our first semester result was released Sally had one of the highest GPA, only one guy was ahead of her. The result made Sally more popular than before. Our friendship was cut short by the semester’s break that lasted for about a month.
By the time we resumed for the second semester, we agreed to live together off campus.
We took a room apartment outside the campus and life began on a new note. How Sally was able to combine her academic work together with her numerous male friends and still came out with strong 2.1 still remains a mystery. I knew I could not compare myself with Sally if I have to graduate from the school. I concentrated on my books while Sally gave better of her times to men.
Before we finished second semester, Sally had already had two D&Cs, while I was still a V-rgin.
All these never affected her grades or
performance in school. Sally never stayed with a guy for more than two months. She changed them like clothes and shoes. She came back home one day drunk and almost half unclad.
‘Sally where are you coming from?’ I asked, but she did not reply a word. She managed to get herself into the bathroom for a shower. I joined her in the bathroom to know what had happened to my friend. Her hair, her torn p-nts and stains all over her body made me to deduce that my friend had been drugged and raped. Who did this to you Sally? I asked, she never altered a word to tell me what had happened to her but it was obvious.
I became afraid of Sally because of her prosc-mity and waywardness. I was afraid she was going to contact an incurable disease someday as she jumped from one guy to the other. Lecturers were not spared by Sally.
She was also good at snatching people’s boyfriends. By the time we got to 300level I made
up my mind not to stay together with Sally again because of her lifestyle but she won’t let me leave. ‘You’re the only true friend I have in this campus, you still tell me the truth even when I am not taking your advice. What will now be of me if people like you are no longer in my life to
help correct my excesses?’ She said to me when I broke the news to her of my intention to stay on my own that semester. Her words touched me and I gave my conditions if I have to stay together with her. ‘Condition one is that you must not have two boyfriends at a time.
Condition two is that you must always follow me to the church anytime I am going.’ She crossed her heart and accepted my conditions, so I stayed back.
Sally kept to the deal for just three weeks and went back to her lifestyle. My heart was broken because she will be going for another abortion by the weekend, this will be the 5th abortion she will be doing in three years. I began to fear for her future, how will she be able to give birth when she’s married? I asked myself.
This last abortion was not funny as she bled for almost two weeks after. Sally almost died but we couldn’t seek help because we couldn’t tell people she just had an abortion. I thought this experience will teach her a lesson but I was wrong. She seemed to be wilder after that incidence.
‘ Sally! We’ve got a special guest pastor from
Lagos. He has been around for the past two days and today is the last day he will be with us, I will like you to come with me to the church to be part of the blessing of today.
I will go with you if you will promise me we will close or I can leave by 7pm because I have an important appointment by 7:30pm. I quickly accepted her condition, at least she will be in the church. The guest speaker hadn’t even started his sermon when Sally looked into my eyes. Of course I knew what that meant. Before I could say anything she had picked her bag and was gone.
I tried to see her off but she was in hurry so I let her be. I got home by 9:05 and met Sally with two guys on our bed.
Watch out for part two…
To be continued……
IMPREGNATE ME OR I DIE