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IMPREGNATE ME OR I DIE…..(18+)…..Part 1
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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.
I shared my experience with Jumai and she felt I was wicked. ‘A man who has given you everything you wanted in life, he has provided your material needs, given you time and affection, etc, what else can you give him as a pay back or appreciation for all his gestures?’ She asked me. Jumai made me feel indebted to Daniel and I couldn’t sleep all through the night because of her words. I woke up at about 2am that night and I was overwhelmed with the thought of Daniel. In reality there’s nothing Daniel hasn’t done to make me happy, there’s nothing I give him that will be too much for his love towards me, not even my virginity. Immediately I decided that moment to give it to him. I picked my phone and sent him a text message, “I will be coming to your place tomorrow”. He replied after 23 minutes, “it’s ok, I will be expecting you”. I was eager to meet with Daniel so he can make me feel like a woman for the first time. The clock became slow for my liking.
Because of what people will say, I waited till 10am before going to his house. The moment I entered, he knew I was up to something, my face said it all, my actions spelt it better but Daniel is a rare gem. He reminded me of my covenant, the words of my mother to me. ‘Will you break your covenant for five minutes enjoyment?’ He asked me. I was ashamed of myself, I could not look straight into his eyes again. He picked up my pant and wore them on me himself. We will do this when we are married, he said. Tears of mixed feelings dropped down my cheeks. ‘Daniel I love you.’ ‘Maryam I love you more.’ We hugged each other and he led me to the door.
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MY EX-BOYFRIEND’S FRIEND … (18+) … Part 1
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“Slay!” she called out to me.
There was only one person who could shout such unthinkable nonsense in a crowded place and it
was no one other than Angel.
“Where are you going?” she asked as we now stood toe to toe.

“Am going to get talk time, need to get a social bundle..” I answered.
“Don’t tell me you still want to chat with that foreigner?” with an irritated look, she asked.
“Don’t say that, Mwango is a good guy.”
“They are all good guys when they want to open your legs dah.” she snapped.
Angel and I use to be at the same college, it was only a year ago when I moved to Chilenge that I
found she was my neighbor. Since then our friendship has been on its prime.
She recently had a cute bouncing baby boy and am the proud god-mother.
Angel’s boyfriend is a businessman and a part time model, the two met when Angel was modeling
at a certain fashion show in Kabwe and that’s how history was made. I have never liked the baby
daddy, maybe it’s because his too bossy.
“I see you talking from experience.” I laughed as she gave me a cold stare.
Well, I never liked her man, she never liked my good friend Mwango.
I had known Mwango for almost 2 years, maybe am exaggerating but one thing was I knew him
before I knew my boyfriend.
I had never met Mwango, even though he claimed he was from within Lusaka, he never spoke
much about it because he was now overseas studying something to do with making movies.
I really never paid attention, I mean, the dude is just handsome beyond thought.
Everything about me and him synced, From music to Movies, I loved cooking, so did he.
Angel on the other hand kept pushing me around and awakened me to reality, at least that’s what
she claimed. She was a replica of my grandmother lol.
“These Facebook guys are fake. They look all genuine but the truth is, they are just ghetto guys
trying to get some.” she would say every time she saw me focused on my phone.
“Why does it always have to be about sex with you? Not every guy is like that you know?” I
protested.
“His a guy, that’s proof enough for me. Stay away from these Facebook guys.” she said as she
would wave her finger at me dramatically.



By the way, my name is Kutemwa. I won’t describe myself, my lecturer always spoke against
description. But I can give you a tip to guess, I get 300 likes within half an hour on Facebook for
my pictures upload, I have guys flocking on my posts like ants.
Apart from that I work as secretary at OWI Campany in New Kasama, am crazy about Fashion
and I love a good life.
From meeting at Spar, Angel and I decided to take a few pictures before heading back home.
We use to stay in separate apartments but as our friendship become wack, we decided to just stay
together.
“Captain Z was asking if you home, he wanted to come through after work.” she said as she
directed me to strick a pose that was weird.
“Oh, so now he even asks if am around before he comes through?” I giggled.
“Imagine, it seems you really turned him off that day.” Angel said with an evil grin.
Angels boyfriend, the baby daddy or Captain Z as we called him once came drunk at our place
and started insulting.
I was so annoyed that evening, without giving it a second thought I got a dish of water and poured
him.
He knew that I had never liked him, but when your best friend is madly in love there is nothing you
can do to make her change her mind.
“I have no problem when it comes to him seeing the baby, but he shouldn’t be acting like he owns
you. And that drinking business awe. That’s what I hate.” I said.
“What will you do if we get married?” Angel asked with a broad smile.
‘Why are skinny girls so naive?’ I thought to myself.
“Don’t even think it. At least am in love with a human. While you my friend spend all your time day
dreaming about some guy from Facebook.” Angel commanded.
Angel was always hush, she never liked the idea of me flirting around on social media while i had
a boyfriend.
‘Ooops!’ I almost forgot about him, his name is Kalaba.
“I hope Kalaba finds out” she added.
“Behave, Kalaba is not finding out anything.” I objected.
“His a good man, the guy is ready to settle and yet you just want these Photoshopped guys…” she
said as we now stood beside the car.
“When did you become so sarcastic?” I asked her.
“The day I met you.” Angel responded with a bust of laughter.
Kalaba was an opportunistic man, that’s one thing I came to notice since I started dating him. Just
when Alex (my ex) and I hit rock bottom and I then strongly made up my mind not to date, boom.
A chubby guy with a sexy accent stood next to me in Shoprite. He was of medium height, and
innocently handsome.
“Excuse me!” He said in the most polite manner.
I could hear ‘Chris Brown’s With You’ playing in my head as I stared at him. It was just one of
those crush moments at the mall.
At least that’s what I thought until he drove by as I was waiting for a taxi outside.
Having guys hit on me was something I got use too, but their was just something about him that up
to the day we broke up I don’t understand.
He offered me a lift and I gladly accepted. Within 5 minutes I noticed from his identity card that he
worked for OpenTV.
One chat lead to a conversation and that’s how it all started.
I never spoke about Mwango to Kalaba because he happened to be this sensitive guy. More of
possessive I may add.
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DIARY OF AN ASSISTANT GIRLFRIEND … (18+) … Part 1
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Feeling nostalgic, Dora Andy decides to pen down her experience with her first love Jack and the dark clouds of their one year relationship which eventually births a silver lining for the Andy’s but from the unlikeliest channel.

Hello diary,
I’m Dora Andy and I’m sure you’re wondering at my brand of crazy to name myself an assistant girlfriend, stick a little longer and you just might find out. On a regular day, I’m the average girl next door who is just another face in the crowd because I’m not so popular or outstanding.
The reason may be because of my plain Jane looks, neat but regular dressing with no laces and frills unlike all the other ‘girly’ girls. I’m more comfortable on baggy jean and jersey than skirts and gowns. I also detest heels with a passion. Another reason may be because I don’t like to talk too much, because i know for certain that along the line, people may try to probe deeper and get behind my reserved facade.



Maybe I’m a little to wary of people getting close but I believe here’s a place to honestly and shamelessly pour my heart out. So what could be better to talk about on here, than the first time I fell in love and what went down with Jack.
I’m usually the kind of girl whose emotions can easily be read on her face. Who isn’t pretentious about her feelings like most other girls are. I have all the good intentions and try to do things right. But things doesn’t seem to go right for people like me especially because not everyone is like me.
I doubt Jack will ever find this, but i would love to express myself to someone thing other than myself and what other thing than you, dear diary.
Why, you may wonder, am I so stuck to the past? Well, maybe its because I still cherish the memory of my love for someone who didn’t seem destined for me, even though we have never seen nor spoken since we went our separate ways.
Or maybe its because I believe there’s always two sides to a story and despite all that happened, I deserve a chance to state exactly how things happened without fear or prejudice.
So I will lay how it all went down 5 years ago so you will understand all of it dear diary
3:00am
June 15, 2016
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