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.

MY HUSBAND DUMPED ME FOR HIS EX-GIRL FRIEND, NOW HE WANTS ME BACK 3 YEARS AFTER.

 

I never knew it will end up in marriage, but somehow it did, we started out as casual friends after close of work one raining Friday while I find it difficult getting a cab to my destination like in a movie, he just showed up from nowhere, “hi young beauty, where are you heading to? Do you mind me to take you home” he queried? Do you know where am heading to? Well after much talk he was able to convince me and I hopped into his car but very cautious.

Am Johnson and what about you? Yetunde but friends call me Yety, in the course of our journey he brought out his Identity card, with that I got relaxed as he works as a chartered accountant with an accounting firm, well one thing led to another and the relationship blossomed.

Second year into our relationship we did our introduction, and 3 months thereafter we were married, it was a home full of laughter as we were blessed with a baby girl second year of our marriage, in the third year we had a baby boy who look so much like his father, trouble started when my husband started chatting late into the night even while we lay together on bed, and most often he goes out to receive phone calls.

Well each time I confront him about this he always explained it away that it’s all about business, things gradually moved from bad to worse when I bumped into him with another lady while I was fueling my car, I saw my husband with another lady holding hands coming out of an eatery, from where I was I observed how he opened the car door for this lady in question, an act he has never done for me since we got married, I watched them zoomed off.

That evening after dinner I confronted him about his action and before you could say hello, he flared up like a flame will do when petrol is poured into it, I apologized and slept off. I later realized that the lady I saw him with use to be his ex-girlfriend.

What ever happened, my once caring and loving husband turned a monster, he will just flare up at the slightest provocation, and later in stated keeping late nights an act he never did. One bad Saturday yes bad Saturday because that was the day I got the shock of my life. While resting on the couch I heard the door bell and I went to see who was at the door, behold it was the same lady I saw my husband with, I mean his ex. How may I help you I asked? Well with such demonic boldness she just went straight to the point, madam am pregnant for your husband, I got frozen up where I stood, I opened my mouth to talk, not a word came out.

I was able to bring out some words, well he isn’t at home yet I replied, I will wait till he comes she replied can I come in?

Not up to an hour my husband drove in and was not too surprise to see his August visitor, well long story short, my husband didn’t deny this lady nor her pregnancy, I was so heartbroken that I stayed in the hospital for a week. Before I returned home she had already moved into the house, things got to the extreme I couldn’t bear the pains and humiliation no more I moved out of the house with my kids, moved in with my eldest sister who was so supportive, who stood by me, gave me her shoulder to cry on. This pain went on for 3 years and my husband didn’t care about me nor his kids, all these years I remain strong for my kids, we just kept going through it all.

From nowhere after 3 years after, my husband started sending friends and some family members to come plead with me, asking for my forgiveness and that I should come back home, that his life is now upside down since I left. What happened to his new found love I asked? Well the lady recked him, made his life miserable, she forged his signature and ensure all his savings were transferred to an unknown account, what about her pregnancy I asked again? Well she lost the baby, they answered, well she used my husband and dumped him, together with her secret lover they have eloped to Canada.

Now my husband is fighting that I come back to his life may be to help put his life back on track again I guess after I almost lost my life, now am confuse what do I do readers?

 

Yetunde.

I THOUGHT CYNTHIA WAS A GOLD DIGGER. PART 2 AND CONCLUSSION

 I THOUGHT CYNTHIA WAS A GOLD DIGGER.

PART 2 AND CONCLUSSION

Each time I opened up the issues of us getting married, she will tell me to hold on a little that she wants to be done with her master’s degree, in no time she completed her national service. Six months after she came to me telling me she intends travelling abroad for her masters that she have been offered an admission in the UK on a scholarship by now my faith in her was gone, but due to the love I have for her, call it stupid and idiotic love you will be very correct, I sold off the only landed property and the car I have to assist her in travelling, by now friends and family were already talking of taking me for psychiatric examination.

After all, said and done Cynthia travelled to the UK for her master’s degree, with the help of family and friends she was able to raise enough money to pursue her dreams. At first we were always on video calls this went on for about six months then suddenly the communication line ceased and with this we lost touch.

Days became weeks and weeks ran into months, months gradually turned into years, we never heard from each other again, I fell into depression, I felt used, I was broke yes dead broke and to make matter as worse as hell I was deep in debt all thanks to Cynthia and my “demonic” love.

I became a laughing stock, my parents and siblings made life a living hell, it got so bad I couldn’t afford my rent thanks to Tunde my child hood friend who took me in, I would have committed suicide but for Tunde who gave me his shoulder to cry on, who made me see reasons to live and hope again.

It’s been two years now since Cynthia left for the Uk sure by now she is done with her master’s programme but I never heard from her again, even her parents were worried as they too were worried that they haven’t heard from their daughter.

One day after about two and a half years of her disappearance to the Uk, of course I have moved on, a client of mine came to my workshop to have his car fixed, in our conversations he said to me “Tony I learnt that Cynthia is in town” which Cynthia are you talking about I asked? Your girl of course he replied, I just moved on doing my job of fixing his car like I didn’t hear what he said.

One afternoon while I was in the pit fixing a client’s car, I heard a familiar female voice, asking for Paddy Mi (my Guy) for that’s how she call me, at first I thought I was dreaming, Where is Paddy Mi (My guy) that was when I came out of the pit and standing before me was Cynthia totally transformed and her beauty by now was glowing like the sun. before I could say hey, Cynthia shouted paddy mi with her hands wide opened not minding my dirty overall, she jumped on my, clinging to me so tightly, and she sobbed profusely, it was at that moment I knew I took the right decision in giving her all help she needed.

It was indeed a great reunion, that was when I understood better the feelings his father had when the prodigal son returned. Right there and then she said to me Paddy mi (my guy) I am ready now, we can get married now, like a planned movie and as fate would have it, I saw a man who was passing by hawking earrings and other female accessories from him I bought a very cheap ring and in the presence of all at the workshop even with my dirty overall I proposed to her and she said a very load YES.

Many things happened during my studies, she said well we have all the time to talk about those things she said when I asked why the break in communication. Well I will be retuning back to the UK in two months’ time but not without you and not without us getting married, I still thought I was dreaming hearing these lines of hers.

Yes, “I mean it she said,” I have helped you secure a job as a mechanic in an auto company and you are going to resume work in the UK.

The marriage was conduct first was the registry then we had the traditional marriage as well as Church wedding, two months came we got to the UK the job I got was a mind blowing job and more so my field of specialty. We settled down in the UK and today we are blessed with two lovely kids a boy and a girl.

 

 

  

 

I THOUGHT CYNTHIA WAS A GOLD DIGGER.

 

I THOUGHT CYNTHIA WAS A GOLD DIGGER.

(PART 1)

It was love at first sight when I set my eyes on Cynthia at a friend’s party, she has got the most beautiful sets of eye balls as well as good dentations, she looked so pretty and the dress she wore that day made her too hot to resist.

She had the shape I will best describe as the mermaid figure, beautiful lips ebony black beauty. Somehow with courage I walked up to her as she tends to walk away into a waiting cab. Excuse me lady I asked politely, adjusting her flowing pinky gown with one hand and with the other holding her to match bag tightly as if her life depends on it, one would think she was the daughter of world richest man, from her appearance. “How may I help you bros”? she asked but with respect,

 Well I am Tony an auto mechanic and you I fired back, “I am Cynthia a student in the university” she replied thereafter we exchanged numbers while she drove off in her hired cab.

That night I couldn’t sleep as thoughts of Cynthia occupied the whole of my thinking, she could have turned me down, she could have just snub me at the hearing of the word auto mechanic as most of these slay queens living fake lives would have done, but no she spoke with me with all respect gave her number, there is something about this girl I thought to myself.

Six months down the line, by now we have become best of friends, my girl called to tell me she will be coming from school to spend the weekend at my place, at first I thought I was dreaming, what do you say I asked again over the tele phone? “I will be coming to spend the weekend at you place” she repeated by now I was super excited, that was how my girl started coming over to my place at least 2 weekends in a month.

On the evening of the first night Cynthia came to my place, I stood by the door as I watched her bathing, I couldn’t resist her ravaging curves, I could see her in her glory, full of beauty, I didn’t know when I joined her, that evening we made love like crazy, it was so full of passion, mind blowing and electrifying.

Well as she progressed in her studies at the university I was absolutely responsible for her every expenses as she came from an average family, from her school fees to the least toiletries, this became an issue between me, friends and family members. Their argument is, how can I be responsible for a girl who is not even my wife yet?  I was called all manner of names of a truth this “venture” took its toll on me as I was drained financially, sponsoring a girl I don’t even know if she will marry me at the end, do you really know if she is just using you as a ladder to climb high? All these were thought I battled with every day well I just kept doing it like an idiot, like a man under a spell.

There was a particular time my mom fell sick, it got so bad that I couldn’t afford to pay her medical bills, it got to a point I thought of ending this whole Cynthia business.

in the midst of all these, she graduated with good grades and was preparing for her compulsory national service, well I did what I could to assist her by now she could see the zeal in me gradually running low like a working engine that is gradually running out of fuel, no day passes without her professing her undying love for me, but each time I bring up the issue of marriage she will always tell me to go slow that she have a dream of going abroad for her masters, at this juncture as far as I was concern I was just a vehicle that carried her to her destination.

TO BE CONTINUED