story-of-my-life-one-direction-lyric-shirt.american-apparel-unisex-fitted-tee.lemon.w380h440z1 This is a true life story by a blog visitor who wants me to share her story and according to her, she hopes this will encourage someone out there….The names used in this story has been changed. I dated this guy for 4 solid years, 4 years of being faithful, loving and anything a man would want from his girlfriend. I believed he was the one until I caught him pants down with a lady he claimed was just a friend. I was so devastated and felt my whole world had crumbled. I made up my mind not to fall in love ever again, at least until I was ready to.   A month later, I met this guy in school, Tony by name. He acted so sweet and nice. Little did I know that he was a devil in disguise, He invited me for a dinner at a restaurant near my hostel and offered me a drink, which I innocently drank without suspecting anything. Before I knew what was happening, I found him on top of me. I had no strength to fight or push him away. After the act, he simply said he was sorry and walked away. 
A month later, I missed my period. I started having funny headaches, tummy pains etc. I became so scared! The thought of what my parents would do to me, especially my dad who loved me to his bones, sent hot chills down my spine. I took a pregnancy test and my fears became real. I virtually died that day. I cried and cried, and prayed for death. But it didn’t come, I then called Tony to break d news to him but he shouted at me saying that he would kill me if I tried anything funny. I begged and begged but it all fell on his flat unshaped deaf ears. I got in touch with his family even his mum but they all said the same thing. That their son was not wayward and could never do such a thing.

I got to know later that Tony had strings of girlfriends in school, who had taken turns to abort a pregnancy for him.

I cried. Oh! I cried!   The only option I had was to abort the pregnancy. I later had a dream where God warned me not to and if I did, I would die.

So,I decided to keep the pregnancy.

I couldn’t tell my parents about it until I was four months pregnant. My dad almost suffered a stroke, my mum fainted several times and became so lean. Money for my upkeep was stopped totally, the little money I had was spent on my final year project because I was in my final year at the time and then I was preparing for my defense. All my so-called friends ran away.   I became so alone and almost ran mad. I became the laughing stock of the whole school and the community where I was, I started eating remnants from restaurants just to stay alive for my baby, My mum couldn’t help because my dad warned her not to. I would fetch water from a very deep well faraway from where I stayed. I sometimes stayed awake all night reading for my exams and writing my projects. I still don’t know where I got the strength from. I eventually graduated with a second class lower, something I didn’t expect because I felt I was going to have an extra year! During those years Tony would see me in school and make fun of me. He would call me all sort of names. I could only cry because I had no one to defend me. The school authorities I reported the case to suddenly stopped looking into it, at 7months, I started having terrible contraction, guess it was due to stress. I would faint in my room and would wake up myself again, I started bleeding profusely, I decided to call my dad, who surprisingly didn’t wait a second more to come and get me from school.

My pastor and his family were my angels when I got home. I stayed at the hospital for two months before I eventually delivered a boy in the hands of my mum and my pastor’s wife. I cried tirelessly when I held him. My mum was so happy. My dad couldn’t wait till the 8th day to name him. I really thank God. Somehow, Tony and his mother got to know that I had been delivered of a baby and started looking for me. Saying they wanted their child. I was so angry! I couldn’t say a word to them because I didn’t know what to say.

After they saw that they couldn’t come for my child, they started calling me names again, saying they were trying to help me. Looool!! Guess they became frustrated!   Well, my baby is a spitting image of me! My ears, eyes, nose, the way I talk etc. He is so big and strong and very intelligent! My parents have been so supportive. My pastor and his wife have been my second parents. I am presently in a Godly relationship with a man who loves me more than anything. He treats me like a queen and sometimes I wonder why. He adores my son too and we are getting married later this year, by God’s grace.
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