The dog episode 23 – 24

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PART 23

That shame was just too much for me to bear, I kept crying profusely, they were calling me names, cos I was little bit popular in my area.
Some of the women begged San Jay to give me
my clothes to wear, he didn’t listen ooo.

Until he
walked me and Iyke to my parent’s house, the wh0le street gathered and there was light.

My parent quickly came out, they were surprised to see me unclad and also the crowd.

Sanjay
started saying things he knows and the ones he didn’t know, most of the things he said were heartbreaking lies, over exaggeration just to ridicule me, my mother descended on me and
began to beat me, some of the women quickly
came to my rescue. Sanjay went on and on, saying
rubbish, my father shunned him, collected my
clothes from him and walked him out of our compound.

My father began to ask Iyke questions, like his name, age, where he lives
and all that. So father told him to leave and
warned him to stay away from me..My father just
threw my clothes on the floor and walked in,side,
some fools in my street began to mock me that
night, its not their fault, shebi Na Iyke cause am. Honestly I’m to be blamed, my mother pushed
me in,side the house, locked the door, some
amebors were still in our compound trying to
know what will happen next, my father got pissed, he came outside and walked the foolish people out of our compound politely and locked the gate. My father beat the living hell out of me,
my father dealt with me to the extent that my mother couldn’t endure it anymore, she began to
beg my father to stop beating me.

I became the latest news in our street, laughing
stock, people talking about, daughter of a pastor,
a rccg pastor for that matter.
Anytime I walk on
the street, people will stare, some will point
fingers at me, the shame was just too much,
even tho some were friendly enough to advise me.

Honestly, I actually thought that was the end of my failure not until after 8 weeks that I discovered that I was pregnant, I remembered
Iyke didn’t use a c-ndom.

I tried calling Iyke to
inform him about the pregnancy, he hanged the
call on me and warned me never to call him again. To cut the story short, my parent found
out about the pregnancy, I confessed it was Iyke
who impregnated me, they tried calling Iyke but
he denied it, he insulted my parent, my family.

We tried calling him again but he didn’t pick his
calls anymore to the extent that he switched off his line.

I went to Facebook to reach out to him, I
got to Facebook but he already blocked me. My parent asked me where he stays, too bad I don’t know the particular place he stays, they asked
me where I met him, I shamefully told them I met
him through Facebook.

I was a total disgrace to my family, I was impregnated by someone I met
on Facebook, someone I met for the first time,
someone I don’t know his source, someone I
know nothing about.

This is a huge shame for
me and my family, how do I survive this?

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PART 24

My mother opted for abortion but my father disagreed, he said I was going to give birth to the
child and carry the shame for the rest of my life. Give birth to a bastard? A child that has no father, my father said I couldn’t live with him
anymore and during this period he was elevated from assistant pastor to pastor. He sent me to the village to go live with his mother, my grandmother in Delta state. My mother wasn’t
happy about the decision but I had no choice than to accept my fate. 2 days later, I packed
my things and moved to the village, to live with my grandmother. They don’t want the street and
the church members to know about my shameful pregnancy.

I finally relocated to the village, my
grandmother’s place in Delta state. My dad brought me to the village, he explained everything to my
grandmother. She wasn’t happy about it neither was she ready to despise me like my parent.
Living with an old woman was hurtful, I cried day and night, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, but my grandmother was always by my side to comfort
me and encourage me, she would advise me, satisfy me just to make me happy. My academics was put on hold, my life was ruined,
I wasn’t happy with myself. I went through a lot, hell, it wasn’t easy for me. I would go to farm with my grandmother, carried firewood, cooking with firewood, grinding pepper on stone, doing all
these hærd chores with my growing belly. My parent hærdly send money for my upkeep, I dare not call them to send me money or to complain. I just had to adjust, I would help my grandmother
to sell her wares, she’s jack of all trades, she sells everything, I wonder how she combined them, at some point I got frustrated, it wasn’t easy. I had no friends, I used to keep some friends in the village cos we do visit home every Christmas but I just have to avoid them cos I was
ashamed of myself, moreover I was pregnant so no one
would want to make friends with a wayward pregnant girl. There was one dude in the village that we used to have s€× every December time
me and my family visit home, he was my village boyfriend. A local champion but he was a student of Delta State University and he’s also cute. His name is Martins, my village boyfriend
back then before I got pregnant.

Martins was still friendly, despite the fact that I was pregnant for someone else, he do come visit me, to check on me. Each time I see Martins, I was never comfortable talking to him, I was so ashamed of myself. Talking to Martins
was like I should enter the ground, I tried avoiding him each time I see him
but he just won’t back off. We became close friends to the extent that
villagers though he was having s€× with me,
rumours

Watch out for part 25