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My infection had gone bad at this time, with whitish and creamy fluid coming out of my private. I knew I had no option this time other than to submit myself for treatment. The drugs were intimidating and horrible but I didn't have any other choice than to complete the dose. I took the drugs in pain and bitterness. After two weeks I was asked to go for scanning to know the level of my responsiveness to treatment. The doctor wasn't satisfied with my condition so he placed me on another two weeks heavy treatment. Those times were close to hell for me. One whole month of swallowing pills and heavy antibiotics.
I became jealous of Sally as her pregnancy advanced by the day while I was battling with an infection. Three months later nothing happened, all my attempts to get pregnant never materialized. I became tired of life and wish I could just die. My inability to conceive turned into a nightmare. My husband had grown leaned for too much of sex yet I was not pregnant for once. I made a lot of research on Google and other fertility websites all to no avail. I forced my husband to see a specialist on my inability to conceive but I was advised to calm down and that I had no need to worry until after one year. One year looked like ten years. I can't wait for one year, I told myself. I must be pregnant next month by all means.
My phone rang while I was in the bathroom twice. When I came out to check my caller, it
was Sally. I called back, "hello Sally,' 'hello Maryam', she greeted back. 'I called to inform you that I was delivered of a baby boy yesterday,' she said. I managed to congratulate her, I faked happiness but I was not happy deep inside of me. After we ended the conversation my body system changed immediately. Many evil thoughts took hold of me. My friend who we thought will not be able to get pregnant is now a mother, Maryam the holy virgin cannot achieve one day pregnancy. It was useless keeping my virginity all these years. I should have enjoyed myself like Sally did. All the years of denial were needless after all.
My husband came back from work that day with a news of promotion in his office. He was so excited about it but I was indifferent, neither did I show any sign of happiness. "Sweet heart, you didn't even congratulate me for my new promotion,' he queried. 'Why should I congratulate you? Other men are impregnating their wives you, you are bringing promotion letter to the house. I want positive pregnancy test result in a white envelope not a promotion letter in a brown envelope.' His countenance suddenly changed from good to bad. He just quietly left me in the sitting room to the bedroom. I went after him and screamed at the top of my voice, 'impregnate me or I die! Strong and real men give their wives children. My husband did not alter a word and that made it painful. I moved closed to him, held his cloth as if he was owing me money. 'If you are man enough make me pregnant now,' he held me and said in a calm tune, "God makes all things beautiful in his own time".

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For several years, I felt bad about the idea of going for such option. Maybe because I'm too young or afraid of being judged badly in the neighborhood! I read on the Internet that at my age, this modesty is understandable. But all that is over now.
My cousin once told me these words of encouragement "You do not have to worry, no one will notice, not even the seller will pay attention."
Shame kept me tied up too long. Tomorrow I'll do it, at 12:00 precisely, I told myself.
I left home in search of a shop in the neighboring area, because everyone in my area knows each other. I could meet my mother’s friend, who would tell her everything.
On D-Day, I wore my face cap, hoping to give myself confidence, then went out. So I found myself alone on that fateful morning, trembling with shame, in front of the shop. Right next to me, two old women were discussing as they went on with their daily activity.
I recovered my last ounce of courage and advanced discreetly. Aureoles of sweat dripping under my arms. Yet, I wore the latest anti-perspirant from Nivéa Beauty. "More false advertising!" I said to myself.
The shopkeeper, was gnawing his rosary.
I stood right in front of him. I waved to him to approach, then whispered what I wanted. He looked at me with a look full of disgust and told me in a dry tone: “#300”.
The women discussing beside me were now gazing at me, and whispering to each other.
I was trembling like a leaf, I brought out the money and handed it to him.
He handed me the package and almost snatched the #500 note from my hands.
I could not wait to collect my change. I hid the object in my pocket, pulled my cap on my face hoping only one thing: not to be recognized ...
Then I engulfed in the small discrete street that will lead me directly home. I overtook a small group of drunkards. Sitting on the terrace of a bar, they turn a goblet of palm wine, mixing laughter and galleys. In the shade of a banana tree, I saw a woman pounding in an old mortar.
At the shelter behind his shutters, my neighbor smiled at me; Embarrassed, I accelerated my pace.
Finally, I arrived at the family apartment, exhausted and covered with sweat. Without a sound, for fear of attracting the attention of my parents, I went straight to my room. The pictures of my brothers and sisters seems to look at me with disapproval from the wall where they were hung. I hurriedly hid my precious package under the mattress.
That was it, I defeated the taboo… I bought a C*ND*M
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Most of the time, the person that gives all the negative reports and false allegations about you is someone very close; a confidant or a trusted friend; he could even be a relative or a spouse. The highways of the world are slippery. One can't be absolutely sure about anything; and one can't predict who may change for the worst at any time.

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The first thing your potential employers should see is your contact information, which is why it needs to be at the top of your CV. In this section, you should state your name, home address, phone number and e-mail, so that it is easy to contact you. You can also include links to your social media and website, if you have them. Date of birth is not compulsory, but you can mention it if you want (or if your employer requires it).
Next, write a personal statement. It does not have to be long, limit it to just a few sentences.

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We graduated on the 18th September and it was celebration galore. I went back to Abuja to my parents to await my NYSC posting while Sally decided to stay back in Kano because she was offered a teaching job in one of the best private schools in Kano. It was the custom of the school to seek for the best graduating students in the University to offer a job with tempting pay.
Sally though wasn't the best student in our department but she was one of the best, she was preferred because she is from the north and could speak Hausa very well. She worked with the school for seven months when our posting came. The school owner has solid influence in the University and could influence Sally's posting. Sally was posted to Kano after the school proprietor had pressed his buttons. You can't imagine how much a private school was paying Sally, a semi graduate. We later learnt the school proprietor could spend fortune on his English and Mathematics teachers. When I came to collect my result, I spent three days with Sally in her one room self-contained apartment. Her lifestyle was now more terrible than when we were in school.
I was posted to Lokoja for my Youth service. By that time, Daniel was already engaged with a girl he impregnated. I was disappointed but he explained everything to me and apologized for betraying me. His mother wanted him to marry the girl instead of waiting for me to complete my education. Unfortunately, we had two strikes that extended our stay in school beyond four years. He tried to resist the girl but his mother connived with the girl and played smart on him. I was sorry for him because I know he's not the tough type. That was the end of my journey with Daniel. It was a bit painful because I had turned down all proposals from all the guys I met in school because of Daniel. I moved on with my life as I reported to Lokoja for my Youth service program.
At Lokoja, I met an Ebira guy, Omeiza by name. He was just the perfect guy I could have something serious with. He works with Kogi State ministry of finance, a Christian per excellence. He lived in a well furnished two bedroom apartment and he was relatively comfortable. His salary was not much but he was from a royal family and his father willed some of his properties in and outside Lokoja to him before he died. He had just two brothers, one lived in the US while the other is an officer in the Nigerian Army. I met Omeiza through a friend in our church. I called her my friend because we were both in the church choir together.
Omeiza did not let me feel the vacuum created by Daniel. He was all over me all through my service year in Lokoja. 'Maryam, you will be completing your service in a month's time, I will like you to take me to your parents next week. I have also concluded arrangements to take you to my people this weekend,' he said. I was perplexed, I had never introduced anyone to my parents as my man, how will I do this? What will I tell Mrs Ladidi, the iron lady? I began to rehearse how I will tell my mom that I now had a fiance.
I called Sally to advice me on how to present it to my parents that I was bringing my boyfriend to the house when she broke the news to me. 'Maryam my wedding will be coming up in July and you're gonna be my chief bride maid.' July 4th was our proposed date with Omeiza but I didn't bother to tell her on phone. I was happy for my friend that she will be settling down at last. We talked at length about the guy, the wedding and lots more. Immediately she dropped the call I remembered all the abortions Sally had done, would she be able to get pregnant again especially with the last experience? I really feared for her. I told Omeiza about Sally and her wedding plans, so we shifted ours to a further date in September in order to provide the needed support for my friend's wedding.
After the lecture from Sally on how to present my boyfriend to my parents, I called my mom and repeated almost word to word everything Sally told me to my mom with a shaky voice. Sincerely I was shocked at my mom's response, I was expecting a shout like usual but this time it was different. The salutation was different, her voice was cooler, her words of praises gave me confidence that I was doing the right thing. This was the first time I had the guts to talk to my mom about a man. I was expecting her to say "make sure he doesn't touch you" or "you must not allow him see your pant" as usual but I was disappointed. She was happy and promised to tell my dad about our proposed visit.
We first traveled to Okene to see his family. Their house was big, what do you expect from a royal family? Everyone accepted me, his aged mother made me sit on her laps like a baby, wow I felt like a princess for the two days we stayed in Okene. It was like we already married, his people were lovely and hospitable. We all went to church on Sunday in the family Sienna car, his mother, two cousin sisters and myself sitting in front of the car with Omeiza like the queen of Ohinohi, hahaha. We left Okene very early in the morning on Monday to report directly to our places of work. Okene to Lokoja was less than an hour drive. When we arrived Lokoja I was thinking of how we will pass the night in my house, our house in Abuja isn't as big as Omeiza's house in Okene where I had a whole big room to myself. The thought of how to pass the night in Abuja with Omeiza became my major problem.
We left for Abuja on Friday afternoon. On arrival my mom was all over him, 'my son that, my son this.' She barely had time for me. He was led to the dinning table and my mom served my boyfriend a sumptuous meal, this is unbelievable. Mrs Ladidi had changed. I couldn't comprehend her sudden change for quite a while. Immediately after the dinner, I began to think about where to sleep. My mom had everything planned out without me knowing. She had asked my sisters to moved their things temporarily to her room, the same room she shared with my dad. Maryam, let my son go and rest as she pointed to the other room, of course there are only two rooms. The second room was our room but the arrangement was amazing this time. The two of us were to use the room while my two sisters use the sitting room. How can my mom trust me and a man inside a room all the night after all her teachings? I was not comfortable with the arrangement so I led Omeiza to the room and joined my sisters at the sitting room. She came out at about 10:30pm and saw me at the sitting room with my sisters and almost got angry, you left only him in the room? She asked angrily. I couldn't say a word but quickly joined him in the room.

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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 virgin. 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 naked. '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 pants 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 proscumity 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.

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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 virgin 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 disvirgined. So I did everything in my wisdom and strength to keep my virginity 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 sex 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 pant and I had made up my mind to let him into my body but he lost erection 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 virgin and the only virgin among our clique. Severally they had arranged some boys to get me disvirgined 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 sex 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 virginity 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 caressed each other like two love birds. He looked at my face, I looked at his and remembered my covenant, "I will keep my virginity 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.
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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 virgin 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 disvirgined. So I did everything in my wisdom and strength to keep my virginity 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 sex 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 pant and I had made up my mind to let him into my body but he lost erection 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 virgin and the only virgin among our clique. Severally they had arranged some boys to get me disvirgined 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 sex 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 virginity 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 caressed each other like two love birds. He looked at my face, I looked at his and remembered my covenant, "I will keep my virginity 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.

To be continued...

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ADEKUNLE, THE HEIR!

That saying, “there’s a thin line between life and death”, brought to my memory the incident that made me who I am today. Adekunle said, as he narrated his ordeal to me.

Adekunle was born into a family of 3. Being the only son, he was given preferential treatment by his parent. He attended one of the best primary and secondary school in the area.

After his graduation from secondary school, he was lucky enough to get admitted into university after writing his first Joint Admissions and matriculation board exam. He resumed his first semester like every other student, but got carried away with all the activities and freedom on campus.
That marked the beginning of his calamity as his grade began to dance in the mud. By his second year, he had joined various groups, one of which tagged themselves “Campus Boss”. He skipped lectures to attend various parties held on campus and move around at other times with his clique.

Students, they say, “at the end of their academic careers, should be found worthy both in character and learning”. Adekunle's case was totally different. He possessed non of theses attributes. Only if school was a place of social worthiness!...he would have emerged a first class student.
He became a hot potato on campus.

It was another Friday night as the clique prepared for their usual Friday clubbing. Every one dressed in the best of their attires, to impress ladies and people in general.

They drove recklessly, shouting at the peak of their voices, drinking and making merriment at the same time.
Suddenly, the driver lost control of the car and plowed into a guardrail. He slammed the break, but alas! It was late. He barely had a chance to scream before everything went blank.

Adekunle awoke on hospital bed, tremendous in pain as he couldn’t move any part of his body. His parent were already at the hospital, as they were summoned immediately the victims got to the emergency unit. He was a survivor as others had bitten the dust.

After six months, he was discharged but with challenges. Ever since then, he was nothing but a burden to his family as he became a living dead.

Only if he had known, he would have excused himself from that night’s party.
It’s just a thin line between life and death. No one knows when, where or how it will happen but we all have to be careful to avoid walking the plank.


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