We went back to the village that same day feeling dejected and annoyed.
I felt worse.
Oga had denied me before my mother and I felt like committing suicide.
The shame was unbearable.
And I didn’t know how to cope with being a single mother at such young age and coupled with the fact that my mother was not financially buoyant to cater for the additional responsibility I was bringing her way.
But all the same the months flew by and I was soon due to deliver.
At the maternity centre, I was delivered of a bouncing baby boy and guess what?
He looked exactly like his father…