I was a bright learner at school and I told myself one day I will work and improve my family’s lives. I devoted myself to my studies and got the best results.
From secondary level to tertiary level, I was an A student. After graduating and looking for a job, I realised it’s hard out there. I was a qualified public relations graduate but finding an internship was difficult.
I soon realised things were not going to be in my favour. I felt so dejected and didn’t know how I would be able to survive.
I went door to door and company to company without any luck. I dropped my CV everywhere, hoping that one day I will get a call. One day when I was 24 and had been looking for a job for almost three years, I met this guy who was old enough to be my father.
He was so understanding of my struggle and wanted to help – or so I thought. He took my certificates and he was impressed by my marks. I got a call from the company he worked for and I was called in for an interview.
I did well, even if I say so myself. After two days I got a call from the man I regarded as a father. He wanted us to meet as I’d been “shortlisted” for another interview.
A NASTY SURPRISE
To my surprise, we met in a hotel and he booked a room for the night. He got straight to the point: if I need that job I must sleep with him. He knew so much about my family and he used that to play me emotionally.
I kept on telling him I didn’t want to have sex with him but he was much older and knew exactly what to do to make me give in. I let him take all my pride and dignity in the name of a job. I felt so violated as if I was nothing more than a prostitute.
To this day, I regret that moment and wish I was never that desperate for a job. Now I hate my job, I hate myself for not letting God take control. I should have waited rather than selling my soul to the devil.
*Not her real name