The story of her life.

My name is Cindy Barbara desmond and I was born to very hardworking, astute and successful parents. They however lost me when I was only three years old.
Departing from my parents I was taken to live with a relative. Who lived in another state. I lived a good life. Starting to love my studies and praying all the time. I also did few chores to earn social bond with others and coexist well and earn my new home in Nigeria. At eighteen I was sure I was going to find happiness and accomplishment. Then tragedy struck I got housed with forced medication. later on an episode began where I was drugged.
While away in Germany there was this nice man by the name Beamer. He looked like one. He was my only companion. Also my mother Barbara Irene Desmond.
I don't know if she gave me away or what but I found my self in the feeders of a big west African country called Nigeria. That's all I know.
In Germany all were cold except beamer. Beamer was so handsome and nice and young and I guess my mum's friend. There we were all cold did not chat or say anything to each other. I look back and don't regret my actions. Don't get me wrong I am very emotional and love to be loved. I would have loved myself a handsome man like beamer or a man from my own race but I doubt I did that because I am still having period to signal I did not.
There is the funniest thing in the world. You are alone. Holy ghost name it. I just thank God I did not because of my sensual nature and my ability to love get into anything funny because the scary attitude of people back at home assures me I did the right thing.
Now this is me for certain.