Dear IGBERE TV Readers,
I am writing this with tears in my eyes. I hope they don’t become inks with which I will write this story of my life. Sometimes, I ask myself,”why are men wicked? “. I even wonder if I can love again. Even if I wish to, how do I get someone who will appreciate me even after hearing my story. 
Dear IGBERE TV Readers,
I am writing this with tears in my eyes. I hope they don’t become inks with which I will write this story of my life. Sometimes, I ask myself,”why are men wicked? “. I even wonder if I can love again. Even if I wish to, how do I get someone who will appreciate me even after hearing my story.
It all began this way, I kept my virginity for 25 years. Even while I was an undergraduate, I didn’t give in to sex. I had a boyfriend but we had an agreement to abstain from sex until we finished our university program. I graduated and got a good job. Things were fine but for some challenges here and there. There were pressures both from friends and family for me to get married. I didn’t bother to bow to that pressure because I believe I have my life to prioritize before all that, so I focused on advancing my career.
I live (and still live)in Ajah,Lagos,Nigeria. There were a few persons I said hello to, I loved being indoors. I also loved to respect myself because I hate any form of embarrassment. Things turned around when, for the first time, I noticed a gentle-looking young man. His clothes were spic and span. He asked me out; in my mind I said, “I think I like this one,even if I’d bow to pressure of getting married,it should be on record that I made the right choice”. We started dating and as usual, sex was sacred—bed undefiled. I maintained my stance on being a virgin until after wedding. Wole loved me, He treated me like the apple of his eyes. He respected the ground I stepped on. In fact, I was an egg in his hands.
Two months into our relationship, he requested for sex, this time, I had fallen head over heels in love with him. So, I told him to become a member of my church even if I would accept his proposal. I did this to lure him into marrying me. He accepted but we never had sex. He was on probation. One thing that swept me off my feet was that he never showed any iota of displeasure. He just played along. Again, two months later, he proposed to me. He took me to his house in order to meet his parents and siblings. We were cool. Our wedding was going to be the talk of the town. He attended all the marriage counseling sessions, he practically never missed one.
On a very unfaithfully fateful Saturday, the cars where ready, the stage was set, a cavalcade of young beautiful ladies and an array of handsome men were set to see us off into our journey of a lifetime,it was our wedding day. Our pre-wedding pictures flooding the faces of Facebook and Twitter. Every friend’s timeline on Instagram was beautifully interrupted by our pre-wedding pictures. We were a beautiful couple to behold.
After the wedding, we made perfect love. It was the first I ever had. I was thankful for the kind of husband I now have. I even envied myself. I lost my virginity and it was worth it. My husband asked for permission to film our sexual intercourse. “Honey”,he said, “may I film this very romantic love making of ours for future purposes? “
“Yes, my love”, I replied, “you don’t need to ask, at least, am all yours now”
We laughed and the camera was on and we acted the personal “blue-film” as requested by my husband. I’m ashamed of saying this but I believe it’s nothing to be ashamed of now. I’ve lived in depression ever since my marriage was dissolved. To cut the long story short, 3 months into our marriage, my husband started receiving calls from unknown persons telling him that his rent was due, he needed to pack out of the house. Things started going from better to worse. I began to suspect that something was wrong.
One day, I entered my room and met my husband’s friends in our room watching the film we had made. At first, I was shocked to have seen them in the room. I noticed the face of one of them, I still recognized him. He had asked me out but I turned him down in the public. “What is he doing here? “ I muttered to myself . I look at this television, I was hearing the moan from the lady and the man on top of her. I was mad. “Why are they seeing that film in my room?”, I wondered angrily. A closer look at the television revealed my face and that of my husband. I became madder. I called my husband who was in the kitchen at the time . He came out and saw me crying but he wasn’t moved at all. He told me to take heart. He also told me that that guy that had asked me out owns the house. “What? “ I exclaimed, “so it was all a game? “. I went inside and shamefully packed my luggage and that was the end of my marriage. Some men are wicked! What did I do to deserve such humiliation? The family, the house, the car and all were all rented. Believe me, this is neither a rooster and bull story nor a Nollywood script .
Please be kind enough to advise me. I am no longer ashamed to tell my story. One who has an ailment of the private part doesn’t hide it from one’s doctor. I need help. Please, I don’t want to die of depression. I need to move on. I don’t want to be a baby mama. I need a man that will support me even after knowing my story but first, I need to learn how to forgive ANYTHING called MAN and move on with my life.
Regards,
Anonymous
