“what do i do now?” i sobbed uncontrollably, “nothing my dear, absolutely nothing” mama Joy calmly replied and held me. “where do i lay my head tonight? Where do i go from here?” i asked unhappily, “my dear, do trust in God he alone has control over our destiny, don’t give up” she calmly advised. But i really was very heart broken and scared, because i knew i was lost in an unfriendly world where my own family rejected me. “my husband really won’t tolerate you staying with us, but i hope you can manage my store {storage room}, it’s very spacious and there is an old mattress in it” she said to me as i sobbed. I instantly looked at her hopefully, i never expected her to help me further, thus my delight and happiness as little hope fell on me. “you can stay there till you get a better accomodation, you can also come work for me in my restaurant and make small money for yourself, at least with it you can make better plans for your future. I just wish i’m a rich woman, i would have helped you more” she murmured. “oh don’t bother ma” you have done more than enough for me, something my own mum couldn’t do” i answered gratefully. ______ That was how i found myself under Mama Joy’s care. I slept in her store at night and worked in her restaurant during the day. I worked tirelessy as i tried to discard my sorrows and earn something decent for myself. Nnamdi never for a day lifted a finger to help me nor ask of his daughter’s welfare, even though we do see each other everyday, Instead he continued making me jealous by bringing different girls to his room. His actions hurts me alot but i pretended as if i didn’t care. I held my pride, suffered silently and never begged. Three months i suffered and toiled under Mama Joy’s care, until September when a good looking middle aged woman who patronized her restaurant came into my life, offering to help me raise my child. Her sweet tongue and behaviour really convinced me of her good intentions that without second thoughts, i accepted her help against Mama Joy’s reservations. A week later I moved into the woman’s house without giving it a second thought. Little did i know that misfortune awaited me.
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“Good-day DAD” i greeted fearfully as he approached me, but he simply gave me a terrible look, spat and shook his head, “you are no daughter of mine, you are a big disgrace to my family, just look at yourself and what you have done to your future” he muttered with an angry tone, walked into mum’s shop cursing angrily. I was extremely disheartened and downcasted. “dear lord open up the earth and swallow me, please” i knelt and cried. People passed by and watched me silently, some laughed, some murmured inaudible words, some scoffed, some sighed in pity, some shrugged and cursed my parents, but none came forward to help me. Not even my younger sisters. By 4pm that fateful day, i returned to my land-lady’s shop with a broken spirit and a weak body. There were tears in her eyes as she saw me walk in. She quickly offered me a chair before giving me a plate of rice. ‘Oh i really would have died that fateful day if not for her’. I can never forget all she did for me. Our land-lady fondly called Mama Joy by everyone who knew her was a very kind hearted old woman, who managed to raise her three children all alone with the little profit she made from the small street corner “food-Joint” she owned. Her husband{our landlord} was just a well known drunkard and gambler who spent all the money he made from his old house, drinking and gambling. He really made‘pool promoters and agents’very wealthy with his stupidity. Mama Joy was thus forced to fight for her children alone, perhaps that was the main reason she felt and understood my plight. “don’t worry my dear, i’ll talk to Nnamdi when he returns this evening, i really don’t understand men nor boys of nowadays” she assured me as i ate with a broken spirit. “what will i do if Nnamdi refuses to listen to her” i wondered fearfully, “perhaps mama Joy will allow me work for her” i reasoned with a dry smile, “but where will i be sleeping” i asked myself sorrowfully. I really was very worried as we waited for Nnamdi to show up that fateful day. But to my extreme surprise, he came home by 9:30pm, dragging a young strange woman who looked like a whore with him. I was broken hearted, dejected and in tears. Mama Joy simply shrugged and held me. “that’s some of the things we poor women face in life, don’t let it bother you” she calmly advised. But something deep down told me i had lost Nnamdi forever. The little hopes i had were dashed that moment.
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Nnamdi soon woke up, ignored my greeting, washed his mouth and left the house without a word. I was terribly scared because of the way he looked at me. I knew it was just a matter of seconds before he kicks us out of his room. I sobbed quietly as i lamented my fate. “My mates are all with their parents, enjoying their lives and planning for a brighter future. Here i’m suffering like a refugee” i reasoned with tears. “only if i had listened to him months ago and terminated my baby, i wouldn’t be suffering in this manner” i said to myself bitterly. But deep down in my heart i equally knew i rejected to do his bidding because i couldn’t bear such guilt which would have been terrible and unbearable. Winnie’s loud cry soon calmed me. I quietly carried her, changed her napkin, breastfed and sang a lullaby for her. He came in that moment eyeing us. “have you packed all your things?” he asked coldly. I swallowed hard and stared at him pleadingly. “please don’t do this to us” i begged, “we are already managing well, i’ll start a trade very soon” i added. He scratched his head uneasily and again eyed me murderously, “do you call this life eeh? Abeg shut that your dirty mouth” he barked, before grabbing all my clothes which he dumped inside an old large bag, fetched winnie’s things and equally dumped them in it. “here is two hundred and fifty Naira {N250} it’s your transport fare to your parents house, i have tried enough for you, i won’t kill myself doing it mtcheeew” he muttered and threw the money at me. Tears instantly fell uncontrollably from my eyes, i had no where to go. I was doomed, I dropped winnie on the bed, knelt and begged him “please Nnamdi, please” i begged again and again, but instead of my pleas to calm him, it infuriated him tremendously. He slapped me hard, grabbed the bag and threw it out of his room. “i will do the same to you and this baby if you don’t leave peacefully” he threatened. I stared at him heartbroken, and hungry, cursing the day i granted him access to my body. The story of my love life with Nnamdi really is a long one. An affair which never should have happened in the first place had i ignored my heart, because he really had nothing to offer me, yet i foolishly fell in love with him. A very stupid teenage love affair which i now regret. Love dosen’t work in an empty stomach, neither does it work in an unsecured environment. Nnamdi wasn’t in love with me any longer because circumstances changed and he only saw me as a burden to his miserable life. He totally ignored winnie’s cries, my pleas and our neighbours preachings as he pushed us out of his house that fateful morning. A day i was supposed to be happy because it was my birthday. ***
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“22nd June 1989″
‘6:30am’
I woke up from sleep with a very terrible headache, while hunger and fear occupied the rest of my body.
Nnamdi who was lying by my side instantly coughed, startling me. I rubbed my eyes, got up from bed and smiled at little winnie who was sleeping peaceful on her cot.
That fateful day was my 19th birthday, but instead of being the happiest day of my life, it brought great suspence, fear and sorrow with it. It was equally the last day Nnamdi, my boyfriend and also little Winnie’s father gave me to pack out from his room.
Our relationship suddenly turned sour when i got pregnant for him. He never wanted me to keep the baby, but i refused to terminate it leaving him with no choice than to accept responsibility,when my parents threw me out of their house.
I was in SS3 when it happened, while he was just a struggling brick layer and a motor mechanic apprentice. We both were from poor backgrounds which truly worsened everything.
I was then left at his mercy, and out of frustration he never allowed a moment to pass without reminding me of the hardship i was causing him and how unlucky i was. Those were the moments i felt like killing myself.
I admit i made a terribly mistake by having unprotected sex and getting pregnant for him, but harming my innocent baby was what i really couldn’t do.
I managed and struggled with determination until i gave birth to my little girl on 21st december 1988. Nnamdi on his part grudgingly supported me by providing the little he had which he never did without complaining, but the love and joy my little girl brought into my life sustained and gave me hope.
As soon as little winnie was born, he gave me six months to leave his house. At first i thought it was one of his numerous careless comments, but as June slowly drew near, he began singing it almost everyday in my ears. Leaving me confused, demoralized and unhappy.
It really wasn’t as if he was spending much on us. I only ate twice daily while little winnie survived on my br.east milk and few ‘Tins’ of baby milk concerned neighbours especially our land-lady do give us.
The previous day {21st June}, he almost strangled me simply because i begged him to allow us stay few more months with him.
I had no money on me, nor family to seek because to them i was good as dead. Not even when i took little Winnie to them months after she was born did their mind change.
I murmured some prayers as i awaited my fate, wondering where to go, when he eventually wakes up and throws us out.
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