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A Female Student from JJ Roberts UMS writes

I’m sharing with you for others to learn from my mistakes. Please share it 🙏🏿

My name is Blessing, and I’m a final-year student at J.J. Roberts United Methodist School here in Monrovia. Right now, I’m in the middle of writing my WASSCE exams, however honestly, my mind is nowhere near focused.

It’s heavy, filled with thoughts I can’t share with anyone in my class. Because behind my uniform, my books, and my quiet face… I’m hiding something big.I used to be one of the brightest girls in my class. Teachers liked me, and my mother God bless her has always done everything to make sure I succeed.

She’s a strong woman, selling peppers and dry goods down at Waterside. She raised me alone, and even though we don’t have much, she always made sure I had what I needed textbooks, lunch money, even new shoes for school when mine were worn out.

Unfortunately , this final year came with pressure. Big pressure.

There were so many things to pay for extra classes, Flexibility Fee, and even exam materials. My mother tried, but I could see she was struggling. Some days she came home with nothing. I told myself I wouldn’t ask her for more. She had already done too much.

That’s when my two friends, Miatta and Angie, started talking to me differently. “Girl, you still dey suffer? One man can solve all your problems quick-quick,” Miatta told me after school one day.

I didn’t want to listen, but they kept pressuring me. “Samuel na real man. He get money. He helping us, he can help you too.” At first, I refused. However when the deadline for Flexibility fees came close and I had no money, I panicked. I met Samuel.

He was older, drove a nice car, dressed well, and said all the right things. He gave me money after only a few meetings. I told myself I wasn’t doing anything bad. I told myself I was just getting help. But it didn’t end there.

One evening, everything changed. I slept with him. I told myself it was only once.

Now here I am, belly starting to grow, still wearing my uniform and pretending everything is normal. Only it’s not. I’m pregnant. And the man responsible, Samuel wants nothing to do with me.

I called him and told him I missed my period, and he laughed and said, “That thing na my own? Go find the real father.” Just like that.

Miatta and Angie now avoid me. They act like they don’t know what I’m talking about. I sit in class with a fake smile. I go into the exam hall with my heart beating faster than usual not because of the questions, but because I don’t know what’s going to happen to me after these exams are over.

Ma doesn’t know yet. Every time she asks me what’s wrong, I say, “Nothing, Ma. Just stress from WASSCE.” But I know I can’t hide this forever. Every day, I ask myself: was it worth it? The answer is always no. I know your followers will want to judge, they’re welcome to do so, however let my serve as a warning.

I’m still writing my papers, still trying to pass, even with everything going on inside me. Sometimes I feel like giving up. But then I think about my future. About this child. About my mother. I made a mistake, yes but that mistake won’t define the rest of my life.

If I could speak to any other girl going through pressure right now, I will say this: don’t let desperation or fake friends lead you into something that will break your spirit. Ask for help. Speak up. don’t hide your struggles like I did. You’re not alone.

I’m still writing WASSCE. and I’m still fighting for myself, for my baby, and for the future I still believe I can build.

Guys, what are your thoughts. We are in sorrow for her and the mother.

Copied from 👉🏿 Hope TV-Liberia

A Female Student from JJ Roberts UMS writes ✍️ I’m sharing with you for others to learn from my mistakes. Please share it 🙏🏿 My name is Blessing, and I’m a final-year student at J.J. Roberts United Methodist School here in Monrovia. Right now, I’m in the middle of writing my WASSCE exams, however honestly, my mind is nowhere near focused. It’s heavy, filled with thoughts I can’t share with anyone in my class. Because behind my uniform, my books, and my quiet face… I’m hiding something big.I used to be one of the brightest girls in my class. Teachers liked me, and my mother God bless her has always done everything to make sure I succeed. She’s a strong woman, selling peppers and dry goods down at Waterside. She raised me alone, and even though we don’t have much, she always made sure I had what I needed textbooks, lunch money, even new shoes for school when mine were worn out. Unfortunately , this final year came with pressure. Big pressure. There were so many things to pay for extra classes, Flexibility Fee, and even exam materials. My mother tried, but I could see she was struggling. Some days she came home with nothing. I told myself I wouldn’t ask her for more. She had already done too much. That’s when my two friends, Miatta and Angie, started talking to me differently. “Girl, you still dey suffer? One man can solve all your problems quick-quick,” Miatta told me after school one day. I didn’t want to listen, but they kept pressuring me. “Samuel na real man. He get money. He helping us, he can help you too.” At first, I refused. However when the deadline for Flexibility fees came close and I had no money, I panicked. I met Samuel. He was older, drove a nice car, dressed well, and said all the right things. He gave me money after only a few meetings. I told myself I wasn’t doing anything bad. I told myself I was just getting help. But it didn’t end there. One evening, everything changed. I slept with him. I told myself it was only once. Now here I am, belly starting to grow, still wearing my uniform and pretending everything is normal. Only it’s not. I’m pregnant. And the man responsible, Samuel wants nothing to do with me. I called him and told him I missed my period, and he laughed and said, “That thing na my own? Go find the real father.” Just like that. Miatta and Angie now avoid me. They act like they don’t know what I’m talking about. I sit in class with a fake smile. I go into the exam hall with my heart beating faster than usual not because of the questions, but because I don’t know what’s going to happen to me after these exams are over. Ma doesn’t know yet. Every time she asks me what’s wrong, I say, “Nothing, Ma. Just stress from WASSCE.” But I know I can’t hide this forever. Every day, I ask myself: was it worth it? The answer is always no. I know your followers will want to judge, they’re welcome to do so, however let my serve as a warning. I’m still writing my papers, still trying to pass, even with everything going on inside me. Sometimes I feel like giving up. But then I think about my future. About this child. About my mother. I made a mistake, yes but that mistake won’t define the rest of my life. If I could speak to any other girl going through pressure right now, I will say this: don’t let desperation or fake friends lead you into something that will break your spirit. Ask for help. Speak up. don’t hide your struggles like I did. You’re not alone. I’m still writing WASSCE. and I’m still fighting for myself, for my baby, and for the future I still believe I can build. Guys, what are your thoughts. We are in sorrow for her and the mother. Copied from 👉🏿 Hope TV-Liberia

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2025-02-17 06:22:54 -

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🚀 *Africa is rising!* Did you know that Africa is one of the fastest-growing tech hubs in the world? From mobile money solutions like M-Pesa to innovative startups solving local challenges, the future is bright. 💡 *Question:* What tech innovation from Africa has impressed you the most? Let’s discuss how technology is shaping our continent! #AfrikChat #TechInAfrica #Innovation

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