HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL: Episode 11

HOW I LOST MY VIRGINITY AS A CHURCH GIRL – EPISODE 11:

WHEN SHAME KNOCKS

That night, sleep refused to come.

I tossed. I turned. I replayed the call over and over in my head.

David laughed.

He didn’t deny it. He didn’t even beg me or try to explain.

He just… laughed.

Like I was some small girl that didn’t know how the world worked.

By morning, I was tired. Weak. Angry.

But nothing could prepare me for what was waiting for me outside.

THE LETTER

As I stepped out of my hostel, two church sisters were standing by the entrance, whispering.

They stopped when they saw me.

One of them, Sister Amaka, cleared her throat. “Good morning, Adaeze.”

I knew that tone.

That fake church voice people use when they’re pretending to be nice, but they’re really about to finish you.

“Good morning,” I said, my voice flat.

She stretched out an envelope. “Pastor asked me to give you this.”

I hesitated before taking it.

They stood there, waiting. Watching.

I turned around and walked back to my room.

My hands were shaking as I opened the envelope.

Inside was a neatly folded letter.

I already knew what it was before I even read it.

Dear Sister Adaeze,

The Church Leadership invites you to a meeting on Sunday immediately after service.

This is a chance for you to address some recent concerns about your spiritual walk.

Come prepared.

In Christ,
The Church Committee

I closed my eyes and exhaled shakily.

It was happening.

They were about to judge me.

FEAR NO GO LET ME CHOP

I couldn’t eat all day.

I couldn’t focus.

I tried to pray, but even the words felt empty.

A small part of me wanted to run away.

Just disappear. Go home. Leave school. Something—anything—to escape this embarrassment.

But another part of me?

A part I didn’t even recognize?

It was getting angry.

Angry at David for treating me like trash.

Angry at Vanessa for pretending to be a friend when she was the real snake.

And most of all?

Angry at the church for acting like they were better than me.

Like they had never sinned before.

Like they had the right to sit me down and tell me about my spiritual walk.

The anger burned inside me.

But no matter how angry I was…

I was still scared.

Because when Sunday came?

I knew my life would never be the same again.

TO BE CONTINUED…