This poem was written from a trending story that was sent via WhatsApp platforms
Heart to heart, Slowly read.
One Friday night, we sought delight
Four older men came with drinks in hand
We took their offer, not knowing their plan
For months, we enjoyed their lavish fun
But soon we learned, we were undone
Our lives were changed, forever spun
One of them caught my eye, he was so rich
He gave me money, made me feel like a witch
He seemed so generous, unlike my dad
He made me happy, when life was bad
I left my hostel, moved to a better place
I dumped my boyfriend, he was a disgrace
I broke his heart, but I didn't care
I had a new life, with wealth to spare
My friends were worried, they saw me change
They warned me of danger, but I felt strange
They cared for me, but I pushed them away
I was too blinded, by the money's sway
Nine months of bliss, then came the shock
He lost interest, he found a new flock
His driver told me, he had a wife and kid
He lied to me, he kept them well hid
He was not alone, he had many more
Schoolgirls like me, who fell for his lure
He gave them gifts, but also disease
HIV and pregnancy, a deadly squeeze
When I told him, he ran away fast
He left me nothing, just a painful past
His men came over, they took all I had
They left me bare, my life was sad
With little money, I went back home
My mother hugged me, I felt less alone
My father ignored me, he was so mad
Two years have passed, he's still not glad
I'm still positive, I have a son
He's all I have when the day is done
For a year of pleasure with a married man,
I lost my dreams and my life's dark span.
My friends are gone; they died of AIDS,
They were like me; naive young maids.
The media praises sponsors; they're so cool,
But they're really monsters who use us as tools.
My family shames me; they use me as a warning,
My cousins avoid me; they think I'm boring.
Work hard dear sisters; don't be like me,
Be grateful for what you have; don't be greedy.
Keep your 200 Bob credit; make it grow,
Don't follow my steps; don't sink so low.
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