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For Her Virginity

It was 2007. Lagos, Nigeria.

A family of girls. Their father was once a millionaire but now things are hard, very hard. All their life, their mother was a house wife. They got by on one meal per day. They managed to go to school… sometimes. The girls were intelligent so they were able to pass their exams even after missing a couple of school terms. They believed that it would all get better with time.

They were believers, Christians. They went to church every Sunday and when there was no money to take the bus, they would walk to church in the cool of the day. The girls tried to live right, walk right and talk right, tried to obey the statutes of the Lord, tried to honour and respect their parents. They tried.

God didn’t let them down. He always came through just when they thought they would give up. Holding on was no small feat. There were days when they wanted to throw it all away, like a rose bouquet… but He wouldn’t let them go. He loved those girls.

Then came this middle-aged man. The neighbours said he was the one building the big hotel down their street. He was trapped with the trappings of wealth and power and he liked to flaunt it in the people’s faces. Everyday, he would pay a visit to the site and when the people would suck up to him, he would show his power by dipping his hand in his pocket and blessing them with a few notes. Foreign currencies would fall out of his pocket accidentally. They were duly impressed and adored this saviour who had come to whisk them away from poverty. The Mercedes-Benz jeep was always blocking the main street or hindering other cars from leaving their houses so that one would have to go call the owner to come re-park. This was to ensure that everyone knew who owned that fine beast of a car. Sometimes it was the Mercedes-Benz, other times, the Jag and other times, the Hummer.

The sisters gisted about what a self-absorbed human-being he was and how his wife was managing with such a man. There was no evidence of a wife in his life, none accompanied him to the site, but women have a sixth sense about these things. He was definitely married and probably had two or three children.

As soon as he set eyes on her, he wanted her… the sister who shined like the sun. She was beautiful, she had the right curves in the right places, any man would be proud to have her adorning his arm and in his bed but she wouldn’t hear of it or give him the chance to speak of his intentions. Her mother wouldn’t hear of it! They were a godly family.

They had meetings. Sessions. Planning seminars. Motivational conferences. Greasing of palms. Convincing talks. The man and her mother.

One night, her mum called her into the room to talk to her. It was one of those nights – they hadn’t had anything to eat since the morning of the previous day and they had no idea if they were going to eat any time soon.

“You know what you need to do. I don’t have to spell it out for you. It may be this night or tomorrow night, just make sure you’re wearing a clean pant. Make sure you bring us dinner.”

 

Dinner… for her virginity.

 

😦

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38 thoughts on “For Her Virginity

  1. Na wa oooo!!
    *Exhales* Lord deliver us from every evil. And like Mother Theresa once said, “God wouldn’t give us more than we can bear, however, i wish HE didn’t trust me so much”. I can only pray we never find ourselves on this kind of cross road. What a pity!

  2. That’s sad. But then, every human being has a price (under a set of conditions). The mother had arrived at her limit of suffering and the price offered was just right.

  3. That story seems awfully familiar! Not sure of the end though…
    Oppression turns a wise man mad!! May we be delivered from all forms of oppression,

  4. Hmmm… This is deep, let a man that think he stands take heed lest he falls… Its only the grace of God dat can give dat sustainance nd ability to say NO!. TBOG

  5. And if she as the mother goes to bring that dinner, what will happen?

    What does clean pant matter? Send her to the wolves and then worry about what she’s wearing?

    I dey vex joo

  6. Lost my previous comment oo

    If she as the mother goes to bring the dinner, what will happen?

    She sends her to the wolves and worries about clean pants?

    I dey vex joo

  7. *heavy sigh*

    Thank God for special grace and doggedness given some people to stay true to Him and on track despite all temptations.

    Thank God for beautiful testimonies that abounds afterall.

  8. Right on pt@Temitope n Kayowa.Truly,let him dt thinketh he standeth,take heed.My pastor is said you don’t know what you are capable of until u are faced with it.its easy to judge,let’s pray for Grace n Favour always.My heart goes out to them.Perhaps,If we watched out for our neighbours and try being our brother’s keeper more than we r doing,this kind of things will occur less often

  9. *heavy sigh*

    Thank God for special grace and doggedness given some people to stay true to Him and on track despite all temptations.

    Thank God for beautiful testimonies that abounds afterall.

    Quite sad though. 😦

  10. it’s quiet sad but it’s happening, parent who are willing to eat the future of their children to meet their own needs, parents who don’t understand what the word sacrifice means anymore, yeah it’s happening all around us, its the children who now work for their parents and not the other way round.

  11. Yorubas say, eni ija oba, lon pa ra re l’okunrin….Until we are faced with choices that rock our foundations, we may not know what we will do….except for grace.

  12. And you think that I don’t think I know the story? And it still keeps getting veeeery familiar though. When a mess becomes a message.

  13. It sounds ‘God-forbid’, but it’s just been read; maybe the clean pant will mean a Holy sacrifice (virgin), for a bigger offering – a better dinner.

  14. And I’m sure the lady refused to sacrifice her faith(its more than her virginity) on the altar of a meal…im sure she did…

  15. Hmmmm….finally you’ve done it….am so happy about your blog. cos i can almost hit my chest that your page/blog will touch lives and teach high principle and morals, which our society and other bloggers lack ……am proud to be called your FRIEND…..you go gurl!!!

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