I cannot remember
vividly
what
happened, but I can recall
telling Nick to do whatever he
wanted with me.
I also felt hands all over me
but
did not resist or was too
drunk to. But it was a painful
pleasure that changed my life
forever.
The next morning,
it was as if
there was someone else living
in my body and the real me was lost
somewhere.
I was angry. Angry at me, for drinking too much and giving
up my
most prized possession.
Angry at Nick, for taking advantage of a girl who had
very
little control of herself, angry at my friends for making losing
one’s
virginity a trivial issue.
Yet, once I had
lost my prized possession, there was nothing
to lose anymore or so I thought
and so when Ruddy
introduced me to one affluent minister friend of hers, I
jumped at the opportunity of getting my share of the national
cake through him.
No doubt, I loved Nick. We became even closer but he had
since graduated and I
was in my third year, and I too wanted
to become “one of the girls”.
My parents
never relented in providing for me. But I also
wanted to provide for myself and
not be too reliant on them. I
was enjoying life and I wanted to enjoy to the
fullest.
However, my
exploits with the minister did not come free.
In exchange for all the ‘blessings’ he
showered on me, I
allowed him into my ‘temple of worship’. All these I did
behind Nick’s back.
Despite my adventurous life, my grades never
suffered.
Don’t be surprised. I never
gave my body to any lecturer or
professor for grades. I ensured that all my
exploits were
outside the confines of the university. Therefore, all the
grades
I earned were duly deserved.
My taste bud had
increased with time and I moved from one
minister to another and was bestowed
with all the vanities of
life. I sometimes got carried away that I did not
insist that
whoever I was with got ‘sheathed’.
Meanwhile, Nick, whose love and
respect for me heightened,
never got intimate with me after our first time. We
made
plans of getting married as soon as possible.
But then
something unexpected happened that changed my
entire life.
I was in my final
year and my dream of becoming a
pediatrician was becoming a reality. My
relationship with
Nick was growing stronger and stronger and I cut all ties
with all the ministers and rich men who splurged on me.
I later confessed
to Nick about all my sexcapades. He
was
obviously distraught yet forgiving.
Two years after
my graduation, Nick and I decided to tie the
knot but a few weeks to the
traditional ceremony, I fell very ill
and after series of tests, it was
discovered that I had
contracted the deadly virus, HIV.
I felt my world falling
apart.
Was nemesis catching up on me?
EPILOGUE
It’s exactly
three years since I was hit with the news of living
with HIV.
My family although saddened by the news, provided
the
necessary support. Nick also stood by me through my trying
moment.
We later got
married and are currently living happily with
our three children.
My past sometimes
hunts me and I live each day with regrets,
and wishful thoughts of turning back
the hands of time.
Aside my practice
of pediatrics, I have dedicated my life to
educating and counselling young
people on the dangers of
living life on the fast lane.
I learnt my
lesson the hard way, maybe this was what my
parents were trying to avoid in the
first place. But then again,
it was a bed I chose to lie on.
To be honest, Putting
my story in writing has been
excruciatingly painful. But my solace stems from
the fact that
A Lass out there reading this will learn from it and not
thread
dangerously in this wild and crazy world.
My name is
Marigold.
THE END.
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