28/08/2025
I’ve always been afraid of girls… a fear that started long ago and has, in some ways, protected me.
In secondary school, there was this girl who couldn’t contain herself whenever she saw me. I was in technical school, and she was in grammar school, so our encounters were rare.
That year, her school held weekly sporting activities at a primary school near our compound.
Every Wednesday, she’d loiter around the handball field with her friends, waiting for me to pass.
When I appeared, she’d freeze, staring at me like I was royalty. Her friends would gossip, “He’s so cute.”
I was indeed handsome and well-built, and knowing I was being watched, I’d walk like I was on the moon. I still do that, lol!
Her fascination spanned the first term, survived the Christmas holidays, and continued into the second term. 
My fear of girls, however, prevented me from saying anything, even though I was a skilled writer of love letters, which I s❍ld to others.
The most I could do was smile when our eyes met.
Eventually, her friends dared her to talk to me, and she did. For the first time, I got a clear look at her face.
She was stunning, with a smile that stayed in my mind for days. I started looking forward to Wednesdays just to see her.
One day, she walked home with me, and I introduced her to my mom as my friend. My mom was surprised… I’d never introduced any female friend before.
We spent the afternoon talking about chemistry and the spark we felt whenever we saw each other.
We never spoke about biology due to my values.
That evening, I walked her to her compound, just 1km away. Under a mango tree, she expressed how happy she was to be close to me.
We hugged and k!ssed… my first k!ss. I stood there, watching her leave, completely smitten.
We texted late into the night, sometimes until midnight. I’d even wake up just to text her using my Nokia phone. We were deeply in love… or so I thought.
One day, a classmate offered me 300frs to write a love letter to his girlfriend. He was known for being a w❍manizer, so I asked which girlfriend it was for.
To my shock, he named her. When I asked for details, it became clear that my “yori yori” was also his.
He bragged about being intim△te with her multiple times and said he needed the letter cos she’d been ignoring him.
I couldn’t reveal that I was the reason for her distraction… it would have been dis△strous.
So, I wrote the letter, using my best r0mantic lines, despite the pain.
When I got home, I called her, but she didn’t answer. I left her some messages. Later, she admitted via text that she was also seeing him and said she was sorry blablabla.
She was che△ting on him with me.
I was devastated… and terrified. I feared I might have caught something from her k!sses.
After hearing more rumors from her schoolmates about her promiscuity, I went to the hospital for an HI✓ test. Thankfully, the result was negative.
That experience, coupled with others, cemented my fear of women.
Whenever I saw a beautiful lady, all I could think of was the potential d△nger… even from a k!ss. This fear kept me cautious.
Infidelity is rampant these days, almost normalized. The chances of finding a faithful partner feel slim. People aren’t afraid of the consequences, engaging recklessly without protection.
Most of you watched Balthazar banging people’s wives with no protection right? That's how bad it is my friends.
Finding someone trustworthy now feels as rare as finding a t!ger’s tooth…
I highly recommend 5exual purity for singles and fidelity for couples… things are messy out there. Be careful, my dear friend, and stay safe… not all that glitters is gold.
If this story or teaching blesses you and you’d like to keep drinking from my cup of wisdom, go ahead and 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞.
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I remain your noble relationship coach and marriage therapist Courage Sorbe aka Wisdom Bank. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.
