I should have just titled this blog post ‘3 Reasons you are Still Addicted to Something You Really Want to Stop.’ This is because the reasons I shared here apply to all forms of addictions. I have however chosen to emphasize masturbation because, as some of you know, that is the one addiction I struggled with.
Some months ago, I heard a story in my neighborhood of a 17 year old teenager who got pregnant. Today, I’m sharing her story. As usual, let’s all read picking out vital lessons along the way, so that at the end, we can all share what we’ve learnt with one another. Now, over to the story:
Welcome to October. This month, I’m going to do a couple of single posts, revolving around some lessons I’ve learnt over the past twenty years of my life. This first one is on addictions. In the broken series, I shared with you some of my struggles with sexual addictions, especially watching pornography, masturbating and creating sex scenes in my mind. If you are here and you are struggling with any of these as well, you can read my story here or here. There, I’ve also shared how I got over each one.
Hi guys, now this one is mine. It’s quite bare and sensitive but writing it made it really easy. As a teen, I had doused myself in pornography and a loooot of romance novels. Because of this, the idea of a woman’s sexuality to me was never completely defined without large boobs. So, when it became apparent while growing up that I wasn’t going to have large boobs, I became really insecure.
Hello! Trust your week is going great? So, last week, we had Fisayomi share her story with us. Today, we’ve got another story from someone very special, even though she has requested to be anonymous. In case of any reference though, I’ll just call her A. Like I said in my posts on social media, it’s really an honour having you share your stories with us and if you have restrictions whatsoever, the least I can do is to honour it. So, thank you, A. I’m very sure this will bless someone.
First, I would love to express a hearty ‘thank you’, wrapped with loads of kisses to Fisayomi Ajayi for accepting to share this story with us. I must say this, Fisayomi is one of OAU’s most beautiful ladies. She models too. Who would know she, at some point, had something like this going with her. And she is just one of plenty others. Ooh . . plus me. That makes two. I would like you to read this with an open mind. It blessed me. On this premise, i’m giving Fisayo the floor:
One of the most significant events that marked my last days at the university was the forum my roommates organized for the final year students. We were asked questions, told to share our experiences and lessons throughout the years we had spent on campus and then counsel the rest of us, whom we were leaving behind. We did it in such a way that after one person finishes, all the roommates would take turn to say stuffs about her – what they had leant, what they liked, what they admired and lastly, the flaws.
“I read somewhere that we, as humans, are earthen vessels of clay and without much reasoning, I immediately agreed to the truth of that statement. Of all the things an object could be made out of; wood, plastic, titanium, metal, stone, rock, rubber, or skin, objects made of clay were the most vulnerable to being broken.”