THE CAUSE OF MY MISERY
How can I forget the cause of my misery?
It was during the wedding party of my favorite auntie,my mother's kid sister. It was a very happy day for her and a day I regret the most.
On the day of my auntie's wedding,which was on the 14th of February 2010 a day of love and the first time I met the demon in human form by name Jason Micheal. He was my auntie's would be husband's best man and his bosom friend.They met during during their National Youth Service Corp and reunited three months to my auntie's wedding because Jason left the country to seek for greener pastures.
On that wedding,there was Jason in his black Italian tuxedo with a well polished to match Italian shoes and I,who happened to be chosen as my auntie's bridesmaid,wore a sweetheart neck line,high low violet colored gown.
Jason Micheal was already well to do before he left the country and after he returned,he already had seven flashy cars for his personal use and lots of companies which he owned.He was rich and very handsome and obviously every ladies' dream guy.
During the party,he saw me and tried to make advances at me and I politely told him it was my auntie's wedding and it will be disrespectful. He found my response acceptable and then gave me his business card and his residence address while he saying we humans need to co-inhabit.
On my way to work the following Monday,i happened to meet him on the way and he offered me a ride in his car which I accepted and he took me to my office promising to come over before closing hour to take me out for dinner, I felt pleased and found him appealing.
During dinner,he took me to a five star restaurant and bought me all kinds of expensive dishes and champagne and told me all about the job opportunities to be found in the United States waiting to be grabbed by brilliant minds. He told me he was ready to sponsor my trip.I found the idea appealing and rejected my parents counsel of not going.
The trip went well and we landed safely. He was fond of me and treated me like a queen but unknown to me, he was trying to sell me as a prostitute. After a month of me reaching there, a man came to the house and said he wants his parcel which unknown to me was me.
Am now a mistress to a man that treats me no less than trash and have no way of every reuniting with my family or coming back to my country. I now have no future,no career and my whole life is shattered. I will forever regret the day I met Jason Micheal.
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This is a story of human trafficking, and most places in the world consider this to be illegal. One would hope that this young girl will come to an understanding that this is a crime. This is certainly a crime in the United States. The young lady needs to contact a police officer.
This is a story of naivete, and it could happen to many young people. This is, therefore, a cautionary tale.
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Thank you so much for the support.
I’ll definitely start right now, I wasn’t really stable with network over here.
It was made by me using the Canva app, the template was from Canva and the editing was done by me
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