I USED to be that innocent girl who had
the world at her feet. I was beautiful
and I had eyes and hips that could make men sway, and to top it all up, I was a Christian, a very good Christian with a heart burning for God.
When I entered the university, I met a
guy, his name was Derrick. I couldn’t
believe my luck the first time I bumped
into him on my way to class. He had
such a kind smile and a tender look that weakened my knees when he spoke.Because I was late for class we couldn’t talk much but barely three weeks later, I met him at the fresher’s night party and I was overwhelmed. We got talking and I found out that he was in his second year and from that night, we became an inseparable pair. At first, we were friends and as months passed by, we got closer and closer and the chemistry between us was undeniable.

About a year after I entered the
university, Derrick and I started dating.
He was everything a girl could ever
want and desire save the fact that he
wasn’t so much of a Christian. Derrick
had magical hands that made him hard
to resist and most times I fell for it. At
first, I felt bad but when I couldn’t help
falling into the same pit I killed the guilt
on my inside. And then one day, one of
my friends said I was getting fatter and
that got me thinking and in the process I began to link the dots…first I had a
vomiting spree every morning which I
thought was due to a flu and then I had
this morning sickness which I felt was
due to stress and then my missing
period…oh no it can’t be possible I said
to myself, I couldn’t be pregnant!!!
After a series of tests outside school, I
realized the deadliest truth: I was indeed pregnant. I was only nineteen, I still had a whole life ahead of me, what was I going to do? I couldn’t tell my parents, they wouldn’t hear of it. I had to go to Derrick to tell him what I had found out.

On telling him, I saw him fly into a
temper I had never seen in my life. He
was so hysterical, calling me all sorts of names and I didn’t even know when I
started crying heart drenching tears of
hurt and betrayal. When he looked into
my eyes he must have realized how
scared and hurt I was and so he pulled
me close and ran his hands through my
hair until I had calmed down and then
he said to me in the most subtle voice
ever: “why don’t you have an abortion?”.
I pulled back instantly, I couldn’t have
an abortion! But when he talked about
my parents and the sanctioning of the
school and the fellowship which I
belonged to, I knew I had no other
choice.


Derrick had made all the arrangements
and so on the supposed day we went to the room-like clinic. I shivered all
through my way there but Derrick kept
telling me that it would be okay and that he was proud that I made such a brave decision. When I entered into the room where the abortion was supposed to take place, I laid down on the table trying to dissociate my mind from what I was about to do and then a young man told me sternly, “you know I can’t perform this procedure with your
underwear on” and then I began to pull
it off. As I did this, a sense of guilt
overwhelmed me, first I had pulled off
my underwear of pleasure and now I
was pulling it off to get rid of the stigma the pleasure had brought…what a shame, I felt so exposed.

All through the times that I felt
instruments coming in and out of me, I
kept thinking of the lady I had become
and the hypocrite I had transformed
into. I let out a sigh, only if I can get
through this I muttered… only if…and
then I felt a sharp pain pierce through
the whole of my body, I screamed but
then the doctor told me to be quiet. I felt another pain but this time I bit my lip and then the pain began to come in
successions. I instinctively knew that
something was wrong but I was too
weak to talk or to move and then I
heard the voices of Derrick and the
doctor talking about the fact that I was
bleeding excessively. The pain was so
unbearable and I could feel myself
getting weaker and weaker. With the
last strength in me, I pleaded with God
“Oh Lord, I’m so sorry for taking my
underwear off, please forgive me.” and I
drifted into a world where the pain
seemed less hurtful and the voices
seemed more distant.


Friends, our bodies are the temple of
the Lord… Do not take off your
underwear when the time is not right.
Lots of girls who gained admission into
the university as virgins eventually lost
it so cheaply to guys who have nothing
to do with their destinies. In a bid to get a certificate, they sold out a destiny that certificate cannot guarantee.

Friends, permit me to say it for the
umpteenth time, even if you have lost
your virginity, you can become chaste
again! Record a period of virginity from
a particular time till marriage and in the
presence of God, you are as chaste as
someone who has known no man
because you have chosen to honor Him again despite your past.
Virtuous women aren’t in bed with their
fiancé right now. If he is sleeping with
you…he’s sleeping with others. Yup, you are not the only one. A boyfriend, even a long term one, is STILL not a
husband. Too many women are giving
boyfriends husband privileges! We keep losing what is rightfully ours because we keep messing with what’s not ours.

There is just something classy about a
woman who can control her emotions!
Many have been laid on the slab of
abortion, yet they keep involving in
activities that will take them back on
that slab! Risking it all!

Please, DON’T TAKE OFF YOUR
UNDERWEAR!
Any man who has not
signed his life to you is not worth it!

*wipes tears*

Hmmm! touching

If you can't ruin your future with the silly mistake and evils u committed, y end the future, I mean the bright future of that child.


As for Derrick 'the blood of the innocent always seek for vengeance.

Well I have seen hoes getting wifed.
And good girls as side chick....
Ur future shouldn't have been an excuse for your own stewpeadetea

May God forgive u Amen.

dis story sha...hmmm

Pls did she write this from heaven or was she given a second chance? Being a woman is a lot more than the nice dresses and d lovely makeups

Why didn't they just use a Condom and save everybody the stress?

I don't watch Nollywood movies, but I watched this one when I was a kid

chronicles n revelations of an ex-virqin turned runs qal....I qat no probs wt u advising ur fellow qals not to pull off dier under wear coz wt DT I dnt av to pull off moni from ma wallet......m happy dt my qal friends ain't on Nairaland coz some peps jus qet bored n jobless n start spoillinq n burninq peps cable...
if u dnt wanna pull urs kip dem n leave odaz to pull diers n stop creatinq thread n spoilinq quys plans n runs ahead of val tinz coz it ain't fair....d painful part is it ended by sayinq "for guys dt dnt worth it", xo afta showinq luv n care n qvinq hr my tyme n money, i still don't worth or deserv d xo called n over-hyped sex of a tin abi.....xo I must qet married b4 I av sex rite.....as if m qettin paid for it....
if u ar my qf u wud sureli kip ur underwear n I'll fasten ma belt n zip n even password my wallet....
abt d sex part? wen I reach d bridge, I:ll sureli cross em...
#anqrili leaves thread n switches off his I-fone 6

STORIES THAT TOUCH

I jus op d ladies we c it actually as a message.." In a bid to get a certificate, they sold out a destiny that certificate cannot guarantee"

Lord help us...

sinaj:
Lord help us...

Not wat is visible on ur profile.