Sweet Revenge (Part 1). I Became Pregnant and Homeless At 18, Today I am a Registered Nurse In The UK.

                                                

This is my story, I once lived happily with my parents and Dayo my kid brother, in-fact my father had a very special love for me the reason being that according to him I looked like his mother, how died 10 years before I was born and so he named me Ara-oluwa (God’s wonder) and he fondly called me Ara.

The love, joy and happiness I experienced was cut short when I lost my mum to a mysterious illness that lasted just 3weeks. Life took a downward turn, my life that was once full of light suddenly became dim, well that was my lot, got no body to blame, took it in good fate, as I moved on with life.

I grew up into woman hood in no time, playing the role of the woman of the house, taking care of my dad as well as my kid brother Dayo. Woke up early to prepare breakfast for the house before running to school and the circle continued even after school hour, at just 14years of age I became the mummy of the house.

3 years down the line, my father brought in a woman introduced her has his wife to be, well I had no choice but to respect his desire, at least he deserve to be happy as a man, he needed to move on with his life, after all death have undo what life brought together. He can’t remain like this forever, he needed a woman to attend to him when we might have gone, well I would have called that prophet a liar from hell if ever there was a prophecy that life will become unbearable with my stepmother and that my dad will turn his back on me.

A  years after my step mother moved in with us she had a baby boy, and in no time we practically became the slave of the house, yes slaves in our father’s house, it got to a point that at the slightest mistake by either me or Dayo will automatically result to no dinner, many a night we went to bed with not dinner and my dad couldn’t do a thing about this, he just do as his new wife wished, in fact her wish was our daddy’s command.

I became a shadow of myself, my stepmother ensures that food whether raw or cooked were locked up, woe unto you if you fetch as small as a pinch of garri without her knowledge even my dad wont be able to stop the hurricane.

Things went on like these until I got pregnant at 18, surely I know this wouldn’t have happened if my mom were to be here with us, but due to the need to survive James who lived few blocks away from us became like a drop of water on the tongue of a thirsty soul in the desert and in the process of my association with him I got pregnant for him, that was the beginning of living in hell for me.

Due to the shame I brought to my dad yeah my dad and my kid brother as I owe no apologies to my step mother, my dad without thinking sent me out of his house, ensured I moved in with James, but my heart was broken when James clearly told me that he was not ready for fatherhood yet, that I want to ruin his life and that beside he wasn’t responsible for my pregnancy, one evening after much argument, James beat me to a pop and sent me out of the house that I want to ruin his life and shatter his dream, having nowhere to go, I called on Bisi a beautiful soul and a true friend, Bisi came around took me to her apartment, a one room apartment.

Bisi housed me for about 2 months when she suggested she take me to a village in Ondo state where she knew of a woman though elderly who will be ready to care for me. To this I trusted and agreed to her suggestion, that was how I found my self living with an unknown woman in a strange place, but I found peace, love and happiness there staying with this stranger of a woman.

All these while, none of my family members not even my father knew where I was, they never even bother looking for me except Bisi who comes around once in a while, all thanks to this helper of mine whom I fondly call Iyami (my Mother), the elderly woman that took me in.

Iyami used to be a vegetable seller and in no time, I joined her the business, helping her to hawk around selling her wares as this business was her (our only) source of income despite my pregnant state, I would ensure helped in selling off at least 80% of our vegetables. 6 months went by since I came to Iyami and on the 9th month with her help and other elderly women around I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl I named Ayomide ( My joy has come), 3 months after the arrival of Ayomide, Iyami advised I start selling vegetables, to enable me earn money so I can care for my little angel, that was how I ventured into vegetable selling which enabled me to care for my baby.

When Ayomide was 4 years old I confided in Iyami my dream of becoming a  nurse, that was how she took me to meet with the village head nurse in the health centre, and with her help ( the head nurse) I got the nursing school form in town, while waiting for the next academic season, I invested the little money I had made from selling vegetables into farming, and so I had no issues settling all necessary school bills. I continued farming in every farming season with Iyami helping me to oversee my investment as well as taking care of Ayomide, in fact she became a grandmother to my little baby, she really pampered her silly and never failed to come see them during weekends.

.... To be continued in part 2.