Helpless Life

My name is Adama, and I have a wonderful life, as well as a wonderful family to which I am devoted.

I am a Nigerian woman who also happens to be an Igbo girl.

While the majority of you may be expecting a werewolf, vampires, and other supernatural creatures, it is sometimes necessary to understand the real world and what exists on it.

A story about myself and how I came to be in the position I was in will be told to you. I never imagined something like this could happen in this world, but it did happen to me. I hope you enjoy it.

As a result of my excruciating discomfort, I sobbed nonstop and slept helplessly.

My mother's name was Mrs Nneka and my father's name was Mr Ben; I was also blessed with a sister and a brother; the firstborn of the family was a girl named chichi; the second born was a boy named chika; and I was the third and final born, the last was a boy named chunks;

The people in my family have been happy and we have had peace, but as you grow older, things change. I thought I was making the right decision for myself, but now I realize that I went a little too far. You will face many difficulties and challenges throughout your life.

Do you know whether you will believe someone when they come to you and tell you how much they love and care for you? Do you believe they love you or that they want your body?

When a guy has a brief encounter with you without proposing marriage to you, you have forfeited your dignity, to put it bluntly and simply.

This is how I came to lose mine, but I won't get into it right away because I need to tell you the whole story and also show you what this world is like.

You will learn from reading this that this world is similar to a game in which you must perform exceptionally well in order to advance. I lost my Virgility, but it was not a mistake or the result of kidnapping, but you will learn about all of this by reading about me and seeing what this life, this world has given to me

When I was in primary school, I was terrified of any kind of homework, I would always run away from school, and I was terrified of exams. When my mother found out, she kept on pushing me to make sure I was on top of everything.

While my father, on the other hand, is known for lavishly showering gifts on his children, if I complain to him about feeling sick, he won't give a damn and will instead advise me to rest, but my mother will not agree with his decision.

See, guys, even if the world came to an end, you should remember that your mothers are the ones who will guide you to a successful future.

Our family may be impoverished, but my mother will never allow her children to stay at home while their siblings are away at school. she will always beat me when I come home with a bad result.

While my teacher dealt with me in school and was always the one called out to slove any issue in the class, I soon became accustomed to it and began to enjoy school; however, my brothers were never a fan of school and when you complained, the only response you received was.

"THEY ARE BOYS," says the narrator.

I didn't say anything because I didn't want to be beaten again; sometimes I think my mother was bad, but I never realized she was beating me on my behalf; I finished primary school and graduated with the highest grade possible.

I was overjoyed that my father and mother were proud of me, and I was taking to a fantastic location to celebrate my accomplishment.

Because my family was poor, I was sent to a government school to study. There, I met people who I thought were worse than me, but to my surprise, they were even worse.

I made a new friend, and you are aware of how all of this works.

When I go to school, one of my friends suggest that we all go to their friend's house. At first, I tried to explain that this was incorrect and that we should instead go and study, but they told me that study was not the most important thing.

I try to remember what my mother told me, but now that I am an adult, I think I will just have to go along with it, as long as I am able to look after myself.

I followed them to their friend's house and didn't realize it was a group of guys until later.

When they arrived, they changed out of their clothes and into something else to keep warm.

I, on the other hand, was still wearing my uniform at the time.

When we arrived, we were all greeted by the guys, who were also four in number, just as we were.

We all drink, talk, and laugh at the same time; I didn't drink anything because I didn't want to get drunk on the weekend.

Soon after, my three friends all went in with each of the guys, and I stayed with one of the guys. When I went to use the restroom, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like they were having sex.

I pretended I couldn't hear anything and went to sit with the only other guy who was still around.

I sat next to him, and we began charting and laughing, but the conversation soon veered off into another direction.

I'm not the type who likes to talk much, but the more he kept putting his hands on my lap, the more I began to feel something different.

I snatched his hand away and told him I didn't like it.

He looked at me and laughed, and he told me that if I allowed him to touch me, he would pay me 50,000. ( 50 thousand naira ).

I was taken aback, but I believe that if I use it for my family, it will be beneficial.

After much deliberation, I informed him that he could touch me but would not be fucking me; he agreed.

I also informed him that I did not want my friends to be aware of the situation, and he stated that we would be finished in about 30 minutes.

Following him to his room, he placed me in his bed and slowly began moving his hands into my boobs, and I was powerless to stop him.

All I needed was the money, so I gave him permission to continue sucking on them. I began to experience all of these feelings and began to fantasize about having sex, but I decided to keep my virginity.

Soon after, he put his hands inside my panty and began rubbing the cilts of my crotch.

He came up to me and pretended like we were going to fuck me, but he told me he was not going to bring his dick outside and that he was just going to pretend like we were going to fuck me.

I agreed because I was not being fucked, and he rubbed his dick, which was inside his cloth panty, against my panty.

We did all of that for about 30 minutes, and then we went to sit down. I was embarrassed by what I had done, and all I wanted was money, but I managed to get my Virgin.

After about an hour, my friends arrived, but not before I was presented with the 50,000.

We left, but I never mentioned anything about it to anyone else.

It was the middle of the night, and because we only have two rooms, I always sleep on the floor. My mother will always tell me that she dream I'm pregnant, and I will always rebuff her.

I've always had a thing for girls, but I'm not sure why it is that whenever I see them, I get this strange sensation.

My cousin, who was my best friend and with whom I did everything, came to visit us one day and asked to leave with us.

One day, no one was at home, so we were both sleeping, and I had this strange sensation that I was having sex, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

I got to my feet and looked at her age, which was asleep, so I pretended that I was sleeping as well and poured my legs on her, after which I pressed my pussy against her as I moved closer.

Then I started putting my hands deep into her skirt, being careful not to wake her. I used my hands to massage her boobs and then I started putting my hands deep into her skirt.

If she moves even slightly, I'll stop, but why should I be concerned, she took a sleeping pill because she was suffering from aches and pains, you might ask.

I grabbed her hands and stuffed them into my pussy and started rubbing them together; when I realized I needed more, I stood up and made sure all the doors and windows were closed; then I slowly brought her skirt up and took mine off; then I laid her down to face me and made our pussy touch each other; I started fucking her like I was a guy; but if I don't get this feeling out, I might die.

I was now fucking her and muttering slowly to myself.

I needed more, so I worked faster; she was also enjoying it, but she was sleeping; as soon as that sensation passed, I noticed a small amount of white stuff in me, so I put her skirt on and put mine back on again.

it was nighttime and everyone had returned home; I got out of bed and made my dinner, as well as telling Mom about school today and the large amount of teaching, which turned out to be a lie."

After that, we all went to sleep.

But before I went to sleep that night, I looked up and begged God to forgive me for everything I had done wrong.

I didn't know what had happened, but I knew I needed it; I felt like crying and couldn't figure out what was wrong with me.

The following day at school, I started avoiding my friends because I didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the previous day, so I stayed alone and completed all of my classwork. In the middle of class, a guy approached me and expressed his desire to be close to me. I was tempted to laugh, but instead I just looked at him and walked away, telling him that I would look into it.

My friend inquired as to why I was avoiding them, to which I replied that I did not know, that I simply walked away from them whenever they approached, and that I had made every effort to remain hidden from them.

I'm a church singer, and while I have a good voice, do you think God will be pleased with my performance?

That is what I told myself, and then there was a day when my teacher was always looking at me, and when I tried to tell him about my problem with the toilet sink, he told everyone to wait in the class and follow me, and when I stood in the sink i told him what happened, he came behind me and pressed against me, and he started speaking to me but never left that position. He was never seen again after that.

After I asked him if I could leave, he said I could just walk a little further where I was standing. He then began moving my skirt up and telling me how much he wanted to fuck me. I was scared, but said nothing because he was my teacher and he was right.

As he was pressing my boobs and rubbing my pussy and telling me I was tight, I told him I didn't want to lose my virginity now and especially not with him my teacher. He kissed me on the forehead and told me if I allowed him to do this, I would get a good grade in class. I didn't know what to say so I just stared at him with shocked eyes.

When I told him that I was a virgin but that he should let me go and that one day I would allow him to do it, he took one look at me and then walked away, saying those words, "One day you will allow me to."

In the end, I decided to report him and informed the principal, who in turn informed my parents, who in turn informed the police. He was arrested and sentenced to prison time.

I wasn't sure if I should be happy or not, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to maintain my vigilance for a long period of time.

I was happy when I entered sss1, I made new friends, and everything was fine. Later, I learned that one of my formal friends was pregnant, and that she died shortly after. I was devastated, but at the same time, I gave thanks to the Lord for my life.

This world that I couldn't comprehend will soon become clear to me, and later on, I will understand it.

My father provided me with everything I needed, but I still want to do more.

When I was in ss2 and my father was in the village, the news spread quickly that he had died. I was devastated. My mother weeps, but we can't bring the dead back to life.

I've always wanted to make things better for my family, but do you think selling dof my body was the best course of action now that my father has passed away? If so, what should I do next?

What will my family eat now? My mother has to pay for all of the school fees and other expenses, but she will be able to keep us alive if she works hard.

As a result of my father's departure, I worked extremely hard to complete my education and graduate with honors. Finding work was difficult at first, but I eventually found one. When I turned 20, a guy who had been observing my behavior approached and asked me to be his girlfriend. I refused, saying that I didn't want anything to do with men.

When I want to get away with a sexual notion, all I have to do is start touching my genitals.

Soon after, he began to bother me, and I agreed. My mother had always said she didn't like those types of men, but I reasoned that it was because he lacked financial resources. It was nighttime, and I went with my home friends for rehashing but I told them to go in and I would join them soon; instead, I stayed with the guy in a keke and started talking to him about my feelings and what I wanted more of.

Allow me to introduce you to him. His name is John, and he has a charming smile, as well as a dark and handsome complexion.

We continued to converse, and he expressed his desire for his girlfriend's boobs, which happened to be me, to be large. I informed him that I had large boobs, but he did not believe me. As previously stated, it was nighttime, so you couldn't see anything.

I lift my shirt up and my boobs come out, he touches them and tells me they are very large, he asks me to kiss him but I refuse at first, but after he say I love you this and that I did it, he kisses me and tells me it was very large.

He inquired as to whether I had ever sucked a man dick before, to which I replied that I had not and that I was still a virgin.

It was funny to hear him laugh, and I rested my head on his shoulder, but he kept his hand on my boobs and was touching it, soon after he took my hand inside his pants and out my hand inside his pants he told me to feel his dick and touch it, and out my hand inside his trousers he told me he was going to try and use it in me, I didn't say anything and just kept touching it.

What did it matter that I forgot I had rehashing to do? He told me to strike it hard, which I did, and later that same white stuff came out of his dick again. I inquired as to his well-being, and he responded affirmatively. He then proceeded to say, "I lovee you, I love you."

His eyes met mine as he inquired about my feelings for him; I replied affirmatively, and with a smile, he said he would spoil me and make sure I enjoyed myself; he stated that he wanted to taste me and see the connection between us; I agreed, and he drove me to a nearby bush where no one else was present; there, he stated that he would demonstrate his feelings for me.

It was like it should never end, he kept moving deep in me and everytime I said I love you, I was just doing nothing but leaving him after we were done, I saw one of my friends cut us and told my motherr.

I had been kicked out of the house with tears streaming down my face.

Upon waking up, I wondered what kind of dream it was and why I would lose my vigilance to someone like that. I don't know who the man is, but I do know that one thing about him I need to be cautious of. I got up and prayed, asking God to forgive me of all of my sins and not to allow me to be a part of that dream.

I did everything I could because my mother is still grieving over my father's death. I assured her that everything would be fine and that we would not be forced to give up. I gave all of the money that came into my possession to my mother; my brothers are completely uninterested in anything.

I was earning oaud every month of 25,000, which was difficult, but I had to do it.

We only eat once a day at times, but what can we do? I pray every day for God to remove the spirit that is bringing on these feelings of sex. I want to do things that will make my mother proud, not the other way around.

I am not like any other girls out there; I understand that I must fight for my family if no one else is willing to do so; even if I am not particularly talented in anything, I still have my surroundings and that is my pride.

I work hard and give all of my money to my mother, knowing that she will always look out for me and compliment me.

I get scared when I hear about women being murdered on social media; however, I have always said to myself that I will not die for the sake of money. If this life does not want to change me, then I will change it myself.

It is not by chance that I was given the name Adama; the world does not care whether you cry or laugh, but it does care whether you fight for your life. I told God that he should keep my vicinity close to me until I get married, because I would never give it up to an unknown and I would never join those who weep if I did.

Although the world will never make it right in my eyes, I would like you to continue reading to find out more.

Soon after, I was instructed to proceed by food item, and as I was walking without looking where I was going, I was struck by someone. When I looked up, it was the man from my dream, and the only words he said were HI HOW ARE YOU.

I didn't know what to say; should I stay away from him or should I say hello back? He appeared to be poor at the time, but he now appears to be a wealthy young man who has come from a wealthy family, and I didn't know what to say. I apologize and tell him I'm sorry for hitting him without looking where he was going. He extends his hand to shake mine and tells me his name is John, which is the same name as in my dream. I don't want to be rude, so I shake his hands and tell him my name is Adama.