I grew up in a family of five, been the first I had the zeal to succeed n do things right, I wanted to be a lawyer, get married, stay married, hv children, help people, n learn a skill... I love fashion and that's just it a simple life.. But all this dream came crashing wen I I was 17, I got raped n it was my very first time , I was so Scared to tell any one, wat will people say, how will they look at me, my parents. So many thoughts.. I kept it to my self four months passed I didn't see my period that was how I realized I was pregnant n was so naive, fear wat will people say, my parents will they ever believe me? I ran away from home, stay on the streets for a week before I was finally found with the help of the police.. Days later I was taken to somewhere that looks like a pharmacy, my parents met with the man in charge no body told me anything, next I was given an injection n some antibiotics, we left. Two days later I went into labour n that was how I lost my daughter.. Everyone was treating my like an outcast in the house especially my mother, I tried committing suicide but my little sister came in n that's how my suffering was prolonged... That faze of my life passed I wrote my waec, moved to Abuja with an aunt. I had so much hate in my heart for men, for my mum, I felt dirty, stained n unworthy of anything good. Until I became born again I decided to dream again n hope to go back to school n get married. I was working saving for school, I got engaged alone the line at 20, enrolled at NOUN ABUJA, but my supposed finance got another girl pregnant n she was four months gone. N the same four months he gave me pills to terminate a 7week pregnancy ... It all came back again the pain wat did I do wrong? I attempted suicide the second time to end my miserable life. But again my aunt came.... It was just like I was created to always be in pain no escape. Months passed i picked myself up, forgave him told myself I deserve better. A year later I met an amazing man I was 23, the first man to ever love me just as I am I didn't need extra effort, the first to ever give me before I asked.. 6mths later we went for our introduction fixed a date for the traditional, I was pregnant 3 weeks to d traditional I had a preterm birth 18 weeks, I lost my son, wedding cancelled, I was devastated, I was just bad news. 3mnths later I was pregnant again, we started wedding preparations again, 2nd of September 2017, a day after my birthday but on 22 of August 2017 just two weeks to d wedding after every preparation, invitations , wit so much struggle to keep him I lost my 24 week pregnancy. Instead of wedding people are coming to say sorry. No wedding no child, n today the love of my also cnt do it with me anymore..... I hv no were to go, no job, no school I had to stop for the pregnancy I didn't want stories, no husband, no hope. I am lost sisters. I cnt do with this life much longer, I am not strong anymore. I am just like a walking corspe of wat use am I? I dnt know wat to do. I am sharing this story with tears. Pls mothers u r ur children best friend. I wish i saw a friend in my mum. I am just an isolated human, always giving everything to people in hope I will find love. But I guess I will try better in my next life. Ur children should nevr see u as a stranger. May God forgive me. Thanks.
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