Edgar, I am tired of being a good girl. I have done everything the right way, and it’s not working
She continued – Edgar, you have rich friends pls introduce me to them, let them fuck me and send me to school
I have a son, and I want him to go to school in Europe too
As I read the long chat, I smiled cos I receive this kind of interesting request regularly
Edgar, I have some fuck boys who sleep with me and do nothing for me
All these so-called big girls, they sleep with men and now come and say they are successful cos of hard work
I want to lie that kind of lie now. I’ve struggled as a single mum all these years, and I’m now in my mid-30s, and I’m tired – she concluded
I immediately called her.
Sis, are you serious, cos this is definitely not the right direction
It never ends well. I do not even know of anybody that will fuck you and send you to Europe or fuck you for a transaction
She seized the opportunity to dig deeper – Edgar, I have worked my fingers to the bone all of these years
I have brought up a son alone, and I can’t bear to watch his life go down too
He left secondary school four years ago, and since then nothing
I no longer have a shop. I am talented, but my business is not working; let me use what I have to gain something
She might have a point, Why is she giving it out for free when her colleagues are giving it out for lucre
Flashing it in our faces when we all know they are selling their bodies
Why should I now discourage this one who has, for 19 years, threaded the long road of honesty and fidelity, but life continues to make a mockery of her
She wakes up every morning in hunger, sees her son sit on the stool with no hope, watches as the Local government destroys her shop for no reason and sees her business crumble without having anything to fight
Every day, she sees suffering and pain, and as she takes her bath, she sees the solution to her problems in between her legs
The temptation to hawk it is real as her son looks her in the eye and asks for the umpteenth time, ” Mum, when can I go back to school?
By this time, she is almost in tears as she narrates her story – Edgar, I am tired, find me these men and let me service them
They don’t have to give me the cash; they should just send my son to school, and I’ll service them as much as they want and as many as you can find me.
What do I tell her? I wonder. Im not in her situation but can see that she has finally come to the end of the road of innocence and was now ready to jump into the slab of sin rather than watch her son lose his own future too..
Sis, I open my mouth to speak and choke as I…….
Come and beat me
Duke of Shomolu
Last modified: August 19, 2026
