A very close friend of mine share told me this story some days ago while I went to visit her at the hospital.I posted it on my blog ***** .naijavigilance.blogs pot.com but I had to post it her too for my pals.its a sad story indeed.

Am a 25 years old virgin.I have keep my virginity agains all odds. all through the university years I faced a lot of temptations even from my fellowship but my mums teaching keep me strong. My virginity became a source of inspiration to me and to younger girls I often counsel.a source of pride and a reason a keep my head up in every situation. I keep my self for my marriage where I intend to enjoy sex to its fullest. well I guess that dream I may never see come to past.

SHE STARTS TO CRY


We just finished our final papers and everyone is glad we are now graduate. it has not been a easy journey we the law students.a party was organized for the final exams as well as the end of the year.its a must attend for every one. I really don't want to attend but someone hinted me that I have been nominated for the best dressed student of the year and also the most brilliant. I really was interested in the best dressed award.also everyone convinced me since its the last party.
At the party I was filled with disgust for the kind of mad dance I saw people dance even those fellowship members.I just sad quiet and waited hopefully for the award giving time
Someone brought drinks. I opted for malt but they said there is no non alcoholic drink. So I zeroed my mind from drinking
but someone told me I should take smanoffhice (smirnoff ice) that it is what the ladies are taking and its harmless. but as a smart girl I read the alcoholic content and saw 5.5 vl. He showed me alomo and on it was written 45vl or so.he convinced me that 5 percent is too little to cause any harm.also all my friends was drinking it so I took it.it was really ok and cool. I took the second one and even a third one. Shortly after I discovered things were not right with me. I understood I was drunk. To avoid any silly occurrence I decided to leave the party. My friends refuse to go with with me so I left alone knowing its just 50 bike to the hostel.
Before I reached the main road things have gone awfully wrong. I was seeing men as thou they were trees and trees like men. Voices all around me.my common sense was still talking but my body is not responding.I saw some guys all around me some dragging me.I manage to trow my bag at them but they wanted more than that.suddenly someone lifted me instead of shouting I found myself chatting with them. They layed me somethere.my soul was shouting but my body was just behaving funny.they ripped my cloths off with violence and just had me violently. The pain connected my body and soul and I screamed. It felt as if someone is cutting me apart .I was pined down.with every thrust he makes I feel as if someone is piercing me with hot iron.I screamed till I passed out.
I woke up here at the hospital where some good samaritan dumped me. my two legs have been hanged apart for 4 days now. the doctors told my dad ithey had to do multiple stitches on me.their greatest fear which became my fear is that I may never be able to enjoy sex again.alsoi have to check my hiv status.
My mum has been unbalanced and has been blaming me for attending a party. my dad has been very supportive and even told me he is proud of me because I was a virgin at that age.

Personally I have seen very sad I am just wondering why God allowd this to happen to me or am I to blame for trying to celebrate my final exams. I just don't know.

She has been discharged from the hospital but she is really in a bad psychological condition please endevour to drop an advice