Life touching story of woman who got pregnant in the university and had twin boys

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I wish to share my story with you. I want to ease off from my burden, though my family and friends know my story, but I want to share with you too. I am 50 years old . Met the father of my kids at the university. We were so in love with each other, my second year I got pregnant and he asked me to keep it, so I told him that I can't keep a child at that age and that my parents will kill me, he told me not to worry, that he will come see my parents. I never saw my biological parents because I was raised by my uncle. My parents are dead. My father died as a plumber digging a sucker pit, and the shock killed my mother when she was giving birth to me. We are just two from my parents. Me and my brother. As a student then, I was 24years of age. What do I know but to sheepishly obey anything he says. He took his friends got to my uncles place.


My senior brother was the person hustling with his job to bring money down from the south for my uncle to train me because he never went to school. My uncle himself has 6 children, so sometimes when my brother brings money, I won't see it. In fact that university I went to was an escape from jail ( my uncles house) because I work like a donkey in there.

When my mother died, my uncle brought me to the north with his family, as little as I was. So being in the university gave me some freedom and I love to stay at school than to go back home. I started washing for my fellow students and they pay me, that was how I managed to raise my feeding and with the help of the father of my kids then, I was able to stay in school. I pity my uncle because he is a good man but his wife is so mean that instead of watching me sleep, she will rather send me out of her presence. So all those money my brothers sends that I don't see, I choose not to bother.

He begged me to keep that pregnancy and I had no choice, so he took some of his friends to see my uncle, then he was in his final year. So my uncle told him that he can't come without his people, so he sent him back to get his people. So he told me let him confide in his mother, not knowing he didn't speak to the woman at all. I have never seen his father at all. So he came back after one week with a woman to our place, not knowing that was his friends mother. He never told me too. My uncle himself don't know what to do because he was caught up with my pregnancy and the haste which they came. So then I was so heavy and being that my uncle has seen the father of my child owning up to his responsibilities, he relaxed . I myself didn't even know I was carrying twin boys.


My children came and It wasn't a funny one. I was breastfeeding and going for lectures. My aunty so made fun of me, but I took them all. That woman kept visiting me till 8 months she stopped when they graduated . He kept visiting till he went for service and communication reduced to zero. I fought my way through with the help of my school friends because my uncle lost hope. No news of them. My mistakes were not traveling to imo state to where he lives.

What do I know? Schooling in the north. It was one far journey. No news was heard and he never communicated. He came back after two years and apologized and I forgave him, then I was writing my project. I forgave him because I was so in love with him. He came lodged in a hotel, I was living at an old ladies house in school, because my uncles house was an agony zone for me back then, his wife's mockery to me alone can drive me to suicide. So I stayed away. My brother when he heard the news, told me that am a disgrace and he is so ashamed of me . Who will I turn to again. I started living in my world, even hating my kids. But when he came back, life came into me. The old woman I was staying in her house, loved me like a daughter, it's a woman I normally go sweep compound for, and she pays me. so seeing  that she lives alone and the children are abroad, I begged her to allow me stay, that I wouldn't be a source of problems for her. so she spoke to her daughter abroad and she gave her consent. That was how i started living there .

He came, lodged in a hotel, came to visit every day by day, was so real, saying his mother, that woman traveled for an eye operation, that she will soon be back. Even my landlady saw him as well. I started cooking for mama because I want to make her feel comfortable, so we cook eat and live peacefully. That his second coming was when I took in for my second twins. He traveled back after two weeks and that was the last I heard of him till 9 years later. Mama supported me and I delivered, a boy and a girl. I left my children with mama and went for service because mama had a small girl she was living with then. It wasn't easy, the crying, the suffering, my brother no more calls or send messages. He doesn't call, I can't even find where he lives . After my service I got a job, the people I worked for retained me , that was where smile started in my life. I lived with mama, though she is late now, may her soul rest in peace Amen.


 Mama stood beside me, enrolled my kids in school with the feeding money her children send to her, I couldn't believe my eyes, she pampered them, bath them, play with them. I was at work, when they called she called me saying messages came to her that my uncle is dead. I left east where I was posted to travel to the north to see things for my self . I am from Anambra, same as my uncle.

So visiting to see my uncles corps, was another avenue to see my children. Seeing my children, my smile reached my cheek, mama was over feeding them. When I got to my uncles place , I saw my aunty, gave them money to support the burial, because she will take the corps down to the east as well. So she needs help. That was the first time of seeing my brother again after a long time. That was where we united again, because he was planning to travel to the states in 2 months time. He told me he wants to see my kids whom he has wronged. I told him that they are four now, and he shouted, saying we will go see them after the burial. When mama saw my brother, she was so happy, saying at least I have a family member. After that my brother left nigeria. He promised to always contact me and he did. I was working too, got promoted to the senior administrator, God was with me. Meeting him ( the father of my kids ) after 9 years was in a bank, I came with our company manager and seated at the hall waiting for the man to finish the transaction he came for , he came in, I didn't recognize him because I was so interested reading the newspaper I had in my hands and somebody called my name. I looked up, saw him and waved , when he wanted to settle down for a talk, I told him am not interested, asking for my number, our manager approached us and I stood up and left. I got home that day, wished I never met his type in my entire life. My brother by the help of God brought me and my children abroad, where I am now. When we were picking the kids, mama fell ill, never wished to leave mama, even the children miss her and her stories .


How did I meet the father of my kids again, I came back last four year, I met him at a wedding, my old managers daughters wedding. He was with a pregnant lady. I guessed he didn't marry early at his age. I first saw him, so when he saw me, he hid his face, I worked up to say hi. Even his university friends back then were still with him. I greeted them all and left. One was asking if I can give him my number, but i told him I don't stay In nigeria, that I just visit, but he was so shocked when I said that. He walked up to me when I was about leaving asking me about me and the kids,but I never told him that he has other kids apart from the ones he knew, i didn't see the needs to tell him that . I just bluffed him and told him, we are fine and left. This year February, mama went to sleep in the lord and was buried. Work didn't allow me but I fought to go down stay and lay mama to rest . That is the last respect I owe her. My children cried to go, but I told them that i will video all and bring to them.  I have never been devastated in my life before like this. Mamas death looks like the world came crashing on my feet. My brother was shocked to see me slim just hearing of mamas demise. She was more than a mother to me, the daughter is my good friend over here, she is a great aunty to my children. My first twins are at the university in their final year , they didn't enter early because of some ups and downs. Schooling and also working. Even my second twins are in their second year at  the university, my brother is married to a white woman and God has been God . I learnt to stop trusting in men, but started believing I can live without a man. I have boys and I always teach them never to deceive any woman in life. I ring that as a bell in their ears.

I know he will come back for his children one day, only God can say how it will be. It was not easy but it has always been God . I saw him seeking for my friendship request on Facebook because I posted a picture of my children and me. I never accepted. I don't even wish to see him around my entire generation unborn again. That is my story, unbelievable but true. Life isn't fair, is it?

I have never advised any lady wrongly about relationships when they bring it to my doorstep. I always give my fair share and let the person choose the best part she wants to thread.