ARE YOU A TEENAGER OR A GIRL CHILD? THEN YOU NEED THIS

At first all you wanted was to be a good girl. Focusing on your academics plus your career was your priority and you were determined not to allow your decision to be cajoled by anything or anyone, not even boys.

You were careful enough to steer clear of the opposite gender. You didn't want to have anything to do with them.

Your motive must have been tapped from the numerous stories and warnings from your mum. That if a boy touches you, you're automatically pregnant and if you get pregnant, that is the end of your life.

You've always held on to mummy's words.

But puberty came in and presented its full self. You started noticing changes all over you.

Your hormones grew rapidly such that your 'front and back' protruded everyday which in turn made every eye feasted on you.

You were aware of the numerous speculations that came solely from the opposite gender and the way guys stares at you whenever you cruise down the street.

'She fine die' you've heard someone say.

'Omo!! See back side' another would exclaim.

'God dey create abeg' another would chip in.

You'd truthfully admit, you were enjoying all the admirations that came in left and right and for the fact that you're aware that you were always the topic of their anecdotes made your heart tingle.

Little by little, you started concurring to their words. You're really beautiful.

More often that not, you'd spend a reasonable amount of time in the front of the mirror checking and rechecking your endowments before going out.

You started wearing tightly fitted and revealing clothes to buttress your beauty.

Many guys came and professed their 'fake' love for you.

Samuel said 'whenever I see you, I see paradise. Be my girl'

Chidiebere said 'you're my world'

Dayo said ' you're too beautiful to be single, I really love you'

Desmond said ' I see a future with you'

You were mesmerized by their unique styles of wooing but you were more attracted to Samuel, why... because his handsome face matched your beauty.

You started nodding and smiling to Samuel's incessant jokes. You allowed him hold your hands. You allowed him peck your cheeks. You looked straight into his eyes and you told him things from the bottom of your heart.

You never hide anything from him. You didn't ask him money neither did you disclose any of your needs to him.

You just wanted a friend to talk to, isn't it?

So intimate you became with Samuel that you can't do without texting him a day. His calls became your sleeping pills. His presence around you became overwhelmingly blissful.

You in turn loved him with every bit of your heart.

He invited you over, you dressed up and went. You sat down and talked heart to heart with him.

In his arms, you watched a movie together. You allowed him cuddle you. You allowed him touched the sensitive parts of you.

Eventually that day, Samuel broke your hymen.

Over and over again without qualms, you did it with him. Your mum had lied to you, you didn't get pregnant neither did your life end.

So what's the fuss about sexual purity all about??

You're relatively exploring and enjoying what is meant for married people.

Because Samuel had gotten what he wanted, he broke up with you. Your heartbreak and the tears didn't last a week, you found chigozie, loved him, dated him, and broke up with him.

Christian came, you accepted, loved him, gave him and broke up with him again...

...and then you became that adoring pup that is jumping here and there begging for love.

And because you were exposed to the world of your own, you couldn't afford to stop.

Gradually the dreams of your academic prowess slipped from your hands.

Your mum's warnings followed suit and then your attention was driven from your career to men.

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I'm not prophesying doom but I'm emphatically telling you that if you continue like this, you'll definitely regret it. One day, you'll realise you've wasted much time chasing what isn't right.

Why don't you channel the energy you use in chasing boys into your career?

Why don't you zip up and enjoy it later when it morally allows you?

Why don't you seclude yourself from the hoard of visionless teenagers that can't afford to 'close their legs' hiding under the shadows of 'he loves me'

The analogy up there might not entirely resonate with you but I believe you can relate with some parts and if you had fell, this might be a turning point.

Beloved pumpkin;

The world might change from good to bad and then from bad to worse...

...but don't change with the world..

I hope this gets to the right person, and performs the right reasons for writing it.

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