The Virgin Tears

Chidimma had arrived in Lagos three months ago, leaving behind only her younger sister and their aging grandmother in the village. Life in Lagos, she quickly realized, was not a walk in the park. Everything came at a price, even the most necessary things like water had to be paid for. The city was fast, expensive, and unforgiving. Yet she had no choice. She had come in search of greener pastures, driven by hope and the weight of responsibility.

In the large, busy city of Lagos, where survival often overshadows morality, the real “survival of the fittest begins”. The three young women in their early twenties share a roof but not a purpose. Two were willing to survive even thou it means following the shortcut and risking it all. They were not partially to be blamed as the society failed them, the people who are meant to protect them tore them apart and broke them emotionally. To them, there was no other option than to hit the street. Hardened by the streets, they survived by selling pleasure for profit, to different faces but the same species of humankind that broke their hymens. 

Nevertheless, the third girl, Chidimma, is different. Ambitious and principled. She too faced the worst of life, and was left with a tremendous responsibility with no one to help, as she was an orphan. Surrounded by the bad fruits, who kept pressuring her to go into the street. She refuses to follow their path and finally secures a job as a personal secretary, but yet, she was mocked as the penny was not enough to cater for her basic needs. 

Life begins to look up, especially with her teenage sister joining her for a better future. But in a world where trust is fragile and greed speaks louder than loyalty, darkness crept in under the same roof. What unfolds next is a chilling betrayal and Pain that will test the strength of blood and the price of innocence.