Her sad story started with a man. A man that she loved. A man that she trusted. A man who she knew would be the father to her children. But he dissapointed badly.
‘It took long to recollect’ Brenda Says.
‘I can imagine’
It was on a Friday when the unfortunate happened. Brenda and Brian visited a popular joint in town. That posh place that men in their school used to take people they love for a drink or dinner or anything so long as they are together that night. It is CLUB SANTANA. It was their first date since they officiated their relationship, through a text of course.
Club Santana was not far from Brenda’s school. It was the best choice for the two as Brian tried to build trust, while Brenda tried to catch up with this man she was blessed with. Before they left, Brenda says they had agreed it would not go past midnight. She then sips from her glass.
‘Did it happen as per the agreement?’ I ask.
‘We arrived at Santana at around 45 minutes past 9.00p.m. The place was full and so we resorted to seating outside.’
A round table behind the club’s building would do. The place was cool. And lovely. And captivating.
Brian then ordered for drinks. Hard drinks. Brenda says she informed him she doesn’t use hard stuff, but Brian convinced her into taking a sip, and another sip, and another one. By the end of it all, she was drunk. Really drunk.
She then asked to be taken home. That is how she ended up with Brian in bed that night. That is how she ended up crying all night, moaning and groaning, asking him to stop but he did not. She was drunk and weak. He was strong and horny. He kept on pumping while she just lay on the bed helpless. It was just a week after they met.
She was tortured all night. Being rolled like a ball on that bed. She was turned and turned. And left to die. It was her first time and she bled all night. Brian did not bother at all. Not even a towel to wipe herself was provided.
For a moment i stop and imagine the situation. A man, a strong one. With muscles as huge as the Rock’s and a lady. A young innocent virgin lady. The two in bed. One has a craving for sex, the other one can’t get into the mood. But he forces her anyway. She doesn’t not get wet at all and the more he pumps, the more she feels the pain. And when he is done, he just sleeps there, besides her, does not even bother to know how she feels despite all the tears. Mine too are almost dropping so i prevent them with my next question.
‘Did he use protection? ‘
‘If he did, Joe would be in the toilet right now’
Joe is Brenda’s son. The one she conceived on that Friday night. That day she went clubbing, with Brian.
‘Oh! Does he know his father’
‘Yes he knows that God is his father!’
‘Why did you make such a decision?’
‘It wasn’t easy to make’
‘I understand ,but just tell me.’
Brenda tells me, even after Brian tortured her the whole night, she still had plans to love him until when she saw her name on the notice board of the school.
‘VIRGIN BRENDAH, YOU WERE SWEET ON FRIDAY. YOU ARE CHEAP.
BRIAN(HIV POSITIVE). ‘
Besides the note, was another notice that had her picture and name. The whole school was now aware it was her. The cheap girl. But that was not a bother. Her main bother was the HIV POSITIVE part of the note.
After a month of self denial, she managed to gather enough courage to visit a medical facility for two things.
1) She had missed her periods and
2) To confirm her HIV status.
Both the results read positive. Brendah was expecting. She tried to reach Brian and all she could get fron him was a response of ‘WHO CARES!’
Her parents back at home, received the news of their cjild and did what african parents do in such a situation. They disowned her.
Brendah was left alone in this cruel world. How did she survive. I ask.
‘After my parents disowned me, that was the end of me with studies. I resorted to look for means to survive. I would do anything for money. Anything. ‘
That is how one day Brendah found herself on the streets, at night, with a mini, ready for a customer. Her price was the cheapest. 150 per round.
‘Miracles happen. ‘She says
On that night that she was to start the whore business, her first client was a man with a good heart. The man saw how beautiful she was and how weird it was for such a beauty to be out in the streets selling pussy.
He asked her her story. She opened up. And now he is the father of her two other children. Isn’t God great?.