Sweet Revenge (Part 2 AND Final). I Became Pregnant and Homeless At 18, Today I am a Registered Nurse In The UK.

Time gradually rolled on, events kept happening many memories some faded away some no matter how hard I tried they don’t just bulge, they stayed with me and followed me wherever I go, and surely many of these memories will go down the grave with me. All these periods I never allowed memories of my father and my siblings to bother me, I was just focused on my life, focused on turning every mistakes and errors I made into success, I was just only concern about my future, my career as a nurse above all my little angel, my only source of joy and happiness Ayomide, she indeed was my priority, and all thanks to iyami, a stranger who took me like her own.

In no time, like yesterday I was done with my nursing programme, I almost went mad the day I was given my certificate, I couldn’t wait for the weekend to come so I can run home with my certificate and in joy, well surely the days went by, and the weekend came and I got home. It was on a market day the day I got home, I went straight to the market where Iyami was selling her vegetables, saw her sitting with Ayomide by her side, then in excitement I shouted IYAMMMIII MO TI SE TAN OOOO meaning my mother I am done, I hugged her so tightly, then I knelt down before her in appreciation and presented her the certificate, then with tears of joy she prayed for me while shoppers, neighbors
all looked on In admiration.

 

By now Ayomide was 7 years in age, how time flies, all these periods I never heard of James the guy who got me pregnant, he never cared to know what happened to the pregnancy anyway he wasn’t even on my mind. then I got a job in Akure with the help of the head nurse who was instrumental in getting me into nursing school, during one of my visit to my daughter and her grandmother, I “want us to talk” said Iyami hope no issue I replied, “no not at all” Just that I want you to go back to your father, if you can’t go alone I will go with you said iyami, go and make peace with him, go and see how your people are doing , Ayomide need to know her people please my daughter. Ok iyami have heard you I will think about it and when am ready I will let you know maybe it will be better if you come along, I said.

It took another 3 years that I made up my mind to go see my father in Lagos after 10 years I was chased out I was just 18 by then, by now Ayomide was 10 and I was 28.

On this said day, we got ready and off to Lagos we went, my father was surprised to see me, Dayo ran crazy with excitement hugging me tightly, after allowing all emotions to run dry, I introduced to my dad Iyami, as well as his granddaughter Ayomide, my dad was speechless, he tried to open his mouth to speak but nothing came out, I could see tears in my fathers eyes, he pulled us (Ayomide and myself) to himself in tears and apologised for his actions against me and he asked for my forgiveness at the end of the day we made peace. Truth is I love my dad like crazy, and was more than glad to see us back again, was more than excited when I heard him called me Araoluwa again.

We spent just a week with them in Lagos and thereafter I became a regular visitor to my father’s house, that was when I ran into James, he too asked for forgiveness sure I did forgive him, showed him his daughter but can’t have her, I will rather kill and go to jail than for James to have my daughter, may be over my dead body.

 Two years after I got employed, one Friday afternoon my boss called me into his office, asking me if I would be interested in practicing my nursing in the UK that there is a chance for him to present one candidate and he is recommending me based on my record, my joy new no bound in less than 8 months my travelling document was ready.

Every arrangement was made, I assured Iyami that as soon as I settle down well, I will be coming for Ayomide as well has herself, I could see the joy and excitement on her face, I smiled back saying to her, where I am you will be with me, you are going to live with me till your last day on earth.

A year and a half after I got to the Uk, by now I had already settled down, doing well in my job and earning good money as a registered nurse (RN), I did all the necessary document and in no time Ayomide and Iyami joined me over.

With the passage of time too, I brought my kid brother Dayo down here while I made sure that my dad and my stepmom lack nothing, I took over the responsibility of my half brother assuring him that if he behaves well, after his university studies he too will join us.

Well, I made peace with my stepmother, she apologized for her myopic thinking and inhuman behavior towards myself and Dayo, sure she is my stepmother there is need for peace to reign in the family and above all may God be praised who brought people into my life to help me up when I was struggling to climb the ladder of life. There is nothing as sweet as giving back to people good for evil and allow their conscience to deal with them the rest of their lives.

 

 

 

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.