Untold Touching Story About Popular Nigerian Blogger linda Ikeji - Ayomite Media

According to a source online, The popular Nigerian female blogger unveils her untold touching story to the world,the bitter truth before her breakthrough to stardom.
Grab some coffee, relax and read below;

"I started struggling since I was 17 to support

my family. I said the day I sell my body to a man

for money, may God strike me dead. I was

determined to make it on my own, never let any

man take my dignity.

It was early 2000, I was 19 years old, in my

second year at the University of Lagos. I’d been

a model for about a year and a half then.

Modeling back then didn’t pay a lot. Sometimes

you eat, sometimes you can’t find food.

Sometimes you had money, sometimes you will

have to beg for it. I’m not from a rich home. I

started struggling since I was 17 to support my

family.

Linda Ikeji

So I kinda hard a tough life growing up but I

kept working, doing all sorts of modeling jobs,

ushering, fashion shows, and at one point I sold

beer at a hotel. I’d leave lectures, go to a hotel

and sell beer from 1pm till 10pm. I did this for a

few months. It wasn’t easy but I had to survive.

One of the things I said to myself back then

was, the day I sell my body to a man for money,

may God strike me dead. I was determined to

make it on my own, never let any man take my

dignity.

In those days, most young girls had an “aristo” I

was never one of those girls. I would rather

starve or beg for food than give my body to a

man for money.

So back to my story. It was early 2000, I hadn’t

done any modeling jobs in a bit. I didn’t have

any money in school, hadn’t ate a proper meal

in days, there was no money at home… My

sister called and asked if I could send money

home…didn’t have any. I wondered what to do…

then I thought of this ” aristo” who had been

chasing me for months now…old man…

married.. .rich…in his fifties.

I said to myself, why don’t you call him and beg

him for money. Tell a lie, say you need it to go

to the hospital ‘cos you’re sick or something

that desperate. Which was what I did. What he

said to me was ‘you know I like you. I don’t

know why you’re behaving like a child. You need

someone to take care of you blah blah blah’.

Eventually he said I should meet him at a hotel. I

will never forget that hotel…Ambassadors hotel

in Ikoyi. I was apprehensive about going but I

was desperate…I said to myself what’s the

worse that can happen? It’s not like he will rape

you and there was no way in hell I would sleep

with him, so I figured even if he didn’t give me

the money I asked for, at least he would give

me money for transport fare to go back home…

that transport fare was what I was looking

forward to honestly. I didn’t have a dime on me,

in fact I borrowed small money from a friend to

go to the hotel.

So when I got there, he bought me hotel food

(my first real meal in days…:-)) and after I was

done eating, he made his move. I shoved him

off. He kept trying and I kept pushing him away

and after a while he got angry and said

something like, why did you come here then?

Are you a child? He was angry that I made him

pay for a hotel room, spent money on food etc

and not give him what he wanted. So he got up

to leave…and I told him I didn’t have any money

to go back to school. If looks could kill, I would

have died in that moment he turned to look at

me. He left the hotel room, and I followed him. I

kept begging and trying to explain to him that I

didn’t have transport to go back, he didn’t say a

word to me as he entered his vehicle and drove

off.

I stood in front of the hotel wondering how I

was going to get back to school. All I had on

me was N15. N15 wasn’t going to take me

from Ikoyi to Akoka. In my plans, I never

imagined that I wasn’t going to at least get a

few thousands from him. I’d seen this guy

before…he was a friend’s boss. He owned a

media business back then and every time I went

to see this friend, this man would call me into

his office…tell me how pretty I am, how much

he likes me and how well he can take care of

me.

And he always gave me 5k whenever I was

ready to leave his office. But this time I was the

one who called him…so he must have figured I

was ready to give in. We both misunderstood

each other, I guess…:-)

Anyway, after standing in front of the hotel for a

few minutes, I went back in and saw a young

man at the front desk. I explained my situation

to him…he was kind enough to give me N100

and that was the money that took me half way

home. By the time I got to Yaba, I’d run out of

cash, so I trekked from Yaba bus stop to

UNILAG Akoka. I remember saying to myself

while I was trekking with tears in my eyes, that

one day I’m going to make something of

myself…every money I make in this world would

be my own hard earned money…I don’t care

how bad it gets, no man is ever going to take

away my self respect…that’ s all I have!

And that’s the way I lived. Determined to make

it in life. On my own terms. As my own woman.

I kept struggling and struggling until God finally

blessed me.

Now I have more money than I even know what

to do with it. I make millions of Naira from what

I love doing…blogging. The best part of all this

is that I would blog for free. Now I don’t chase

money anymore…it chases me. It’s not even

just about the money, it’s the great friends I’ve

met via this blog, the wonderful people I

interact with here, the freebies I get. How much

of a big deal I am to some people"

Meanwhile Linda ikeji is now one of the richest and most successful blogger today.