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THE SKIRT CAPTURE REPORT: The story from an unreliable source.

She was born from a warm and loving home. A rural girl, she was taught respect from a young age. One of the few who had both a father and a mother who trully loved and respected each other. So from home she learned that daddy was the head and provider of the house because tradition said so and she must not question tradition. Her biggest asset was her respect and kindness, but sometimes people abused that quality she had. She continued nonetheless…

Her parents didn’t have much, so they told her to go to school to get better opportunities that they didn’t get. She went to school and did well. Quickly she grew up and had to go to varsity…she did well there too. Because of her performance, she started being known by almost everyone.

Now she was famous, she got some friends who she thought could help her deal with the sudden fame. For them fame was about being cool and staying relevant, so they started going out. She was not comfortable with that but she thought its good friendship because she sees the good in everyone. She didn’t drink though, she felt it was not for her. However, she noticed her friends seemed happier and had a lot of money but she tried to ignore it.

One day met a guy at a club who understands culture as she does. They started talking about cattle, hunting, hide n seek and everything in between. For the first time she met a person from her real side of the world. She had a great time and the guy didn’t even ask for a number. She kept thinking of that day until they met again.
The guy said he still can’t forget about that day, she smiled because she knew how not forgetting felt. He had bought a small box of choice assorted. That was christmas in the middle of a year for a rural girl. When she was excited about the gift, he giggled, she got curious, he said she was cute, she smiled, but he suggested that’s not what a gift is in the city. He asked her if she would like to understand how the city operates. She said yes because her friends are pretty and fast such that she can’t keep up. He told her she’s not pretty, she frowned, but she’s beautiful, she melted. 

He started with a movie, then restaurants, to shopping together and the big city life. Everyday she was given pocket money and the glow was there to show it. She was grateful because the guy didn’t seem to ask for anything in return. To her this was genuine friendship. Only her friends were not convinced. That was until she realised that she was falling for the guy.

First time they slept together, she fell pregnant. He fled without a trace. She was devastated and she miscarried. She made a vow not to ever fall for any guy again. In fact she wanted revenge and started making guys fall for her and then dump them just to try ease her pain. She had tricks to chow people’s money.

That got her into trouble because some guy felt entitled to her since he spent is money on her, he forced himself into sleeping with her. This happened several times and because of her now reputation, nobody believed her story. She was mostly reminded that she’s the one who used someone’s money when she didn’t have to. Others even blamed it on what she would be wearing at a particular time.

Until she couldn’t handle it no more, she took her own life.

Parents never got to see graduation, and that guy she met continued the same thing on the other side of the country, while other guys are giving good names for his ability to crack tough women, and made things easier for the following guys.

This is a fictional story but it could be a real story in this society we live in.

SLAVERY ENDED SO THAT NOONE CAN OWN ANOTHER PERSON BECAUSE THEY HAVE MONEY. EVERYONE WHO THINKS THEY ARE SUPERIOR TO ANYONE MUST LEARN TO UNDERSTAND THAT NO MEANS NO. 

TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU’D LIKE YOUR CHILD TO BE TREATED

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