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The Temitope Falusi story:
At age 18, I was still a virgin and this started to give me a bit of a concern. All my
mates were all deflowered and happy. I started thinking may be, I was not attractive because of the way I dressed or looked, or something like that. I started going to a place at Super Bus Stop in Lagos (where we pick used cloths sent from abroad), I started wearing beautiful clothes to impress myself. When I commenced the teaching job, a lot of peer pressure was on me. My friends could not understand why I took the job, so they tagged me ‘Teacher.’ Whenever I passed by the street side, they would all laugh at me and called me teacher. I felt inferior as a result of a very low self-esteem and this made me avoid them. Sometimes, I had to take an alternative route in order to avoid seeing them.
Growing up was a little bit uninteresting to me but after a while, going to age nineteen I
naturally got attracted to one of my brother`s friends. No sooner did he ask me out than I said YES!!!. Imagine, I had been waiting for an opportunity to have a boyfriend. But then there was an obstacle. My brothers disapproved of my decision. I really did not ask for their opinion anyway. All I knew was that I was still a virgin. Out of all my six girlfriends, I happened to be the only virgin. And this prompted me into taking a decision of deflowering in order to get into the friend’s circle. I started dating Michael. He was a well-known player and not a serious person. While we were together he would promise me heaven and earth and assured me he had changed for good. Honestly, I really didn’t care; all I wanted was to have sex for the first time, get the burden of virginity out of my way and get on with my life.
When he realised I was a virgin, he was shocked and I think I got a bit of respect from him. I told him to wait till my nineteenth birthday though, to make it a special one.
However, two days before my nineteenth birthday, it happened and I became free and I believed that had made me a full grown woman. I did not have any guidance, no one to talk to, no one to ask, did not even know if anyone would want to listen to me, all I knew was that I had become a real woman and could do whatever I decided to do.
After some months later, my dad started his bar and night club business, and asked me to be his receptionist. I took the job offer without having a second thought about it. My father really liked women so much and he believed he was at the same time, doing what he could for his children; he believed he was taking real good care of his children.
I avoided talking about this with my parents a lot because I was scared of cursing them, knowing fully well it’s a sin to talk disrespectfully to your parents, as we were instructed in the bible not to do. So I always try to let it go.
Working with my dad exposed me to the real world of men. All sorts of men started coming to ask me out, but I stuck with my player guy who was just using me to get what he wanted. One day, I got so fed up and broke up with him because we had trivial issues about our relationship. So, I decided to move on with my life.
One sunny day, on my way to work, a car parked beside me, and there was a guy. He offered me a lift and we exchanged phone digits. Those days, I felt like I was a big girl that knew all that was going on around her, liar!. The guy’s name was David, another player and a liar. He was a married man who had his wife and kids living abroad. He would take me to his house and present his guest room as his main bedroom .We would have sex without protection. I thought I could handle anything, he would tell me I would be okay. A day after, I was in his house and mistakenly opened a wrong door in my bid to locate the restroom. It was his master bedroom with his family and wedding pictures. I almost fainted but what could I do. Life must go on. Few weeks later, I got pregnant but I didn’t realise I was.
At work, one of my dad’s staff called me and said to me, “you look pregnant.” I told her I didn’t think so and then asked if she could touch my belly and yes, I felt some pains. Yes, I was pregnant. She offered to help me by taking me to a quack doctor to abort the pregnancy. What really amazed me was the fact that I go home every day from work, go to church together with my family and I was almost 12 weeks pregnant, nobody knew. I tried to locate David he was nowhere to be found. I kept going about my business.
After some months of my loneliness, I received a letter one day saying, just checking on you. I wondered who it was, he sent like two or more letters afterwards, and informed the security guys who he was but they all did not know the person.
This was the beginning of my true love story. One afternoon, a guy showed up saying he was the one that had been sending me all the letters and he would like to take me out. I was so surprised because I initially concluded that those letters were sent to me by my ex-boyfriend, Michael. I refused to have lunch with him, he left and someday going to work, I met him on my way. He had a car, he would turn up the volume of his CD player and I hated him for that. I didn’t want to have anything to do with play boys again, so I ignored him whenever we met. He tried and after a lot of efforts I gave in and we started dating
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