I was 18 when I got pregnant.
He was a final-year student in the university.
I was just writing W A E C.
When I told him I was carrying his child, he denied me.
Said the baby wasn’t his.
Said I was “dirty.”
Said he didn’t have time for a “village girl mistake.”
He disappeared.
I was disowned by my parents.
My aunt took me in, but made me sleep on the floor and eat once a day.
I suffered through labor.
No painkillers. No comfort. Just tears.
But when I held my son for the first time, I whispered:
“Even if the whole world rejects us, I’ll never leave you.”
I worked as a cleaner.
I did laundry.
I hawked bread in traffic.
Everything — just to send him to school.
He was brilliant.
Always first in class.
I sold my gold earrings to pay for his NECO registration.
Then, years later… he got a scholarship to study abroad.
I danced. I cried.
I fasted for 7 days in thanksgiving.
But something changed.
He stopped calling often.
He never picked my video calls.
Then one day, I saw a photo of him on Facebook With his father.
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