My name is Tominwa (Not real name). I was born into a very rich home as some would say, with a silverspoon. I was a really sickly child, so much that i was the only one amongst my siblings who didn’t go to boarding school. I was closely monitored and kept under supervision at home. My dad was a very busy man as he sat atop a booming shipping business. He was a hard worker and he ensured his family lacked nothing. My mum on the other hand- a very good, kind hearted woman was a globe trotter but in between her many trips round the world she managed to squeeze in time for her kids. I must have been a damp in her plans, since i was at home instead of boarding school, with all my health issues, it greatly affected her travelling spree.
My health issues decreased as i grew and in a matter of years, i had grown into this beautiful bubbly young lady. Did i forget to mention that i am the last and only girl amongst four boys, so i was pampered and spoilt. My parents, still being a bit apprehensive and cautious of my health issues were reluctant to send me overseas for my tertiary institution despite the fact that all my siblings were already settled in the UK in their various schools. My parents made up for this as i lived the life of a princess, drove to school in different cars, took vacations abroad – France, Uk, USA, Carribeans, name it, i was well travelled.
I was what you would call a big babe on campus and my grades were not bad at all. I lived the good life, yeah i did! I had a few relationships here and there, nothing too serious, i just wanted to have fun and live, a lot of the guys couldn’t keep up with my energy and always fizzled away with time. However in my final year in school, trouble started.
My dad had gotten involved in politics back home in our state, to cut a long story short, he was shot by unidentified gunmen on one of his many trips back to Lagos. He wasn’t killed but he had to be flown abroad for immediate medical attention. This was the beginning of our troubles. My father had been shot in the arm, a bullet was lodged in his spine, his arm was amputated and he became a vegetable, bed ridden. My mum left home to be by his side. The business was left in the hands of incompetent relatives, my dad’s bills were gulping millions and before we could comprehend, the shipping business had been grounded. All these happened within a year while i was in my final year in school.
My brothers were already working but were just finding their feet in the working class sector of a strange man’s land. They sent what they could but it wasn’t commensurate to what was required. In this entire struggle, my dad passed away. My mum was devastated, she never came back to Nigeria, she just moved in with one of my brothers, as if she dimmed the light in Nigeria. I the pampered, spoilt girl was left all alone in Nigeria. My first brother took over my welfare but i had to stay back in Nigeria to complete my education, i studied law, so i had law school and NYSC to contend with. Gone were all the Luxury, cars, clothes etc. I just had enough to live comfortably but i missed all the extras, all the pampering.
I had to stay with relatives when i finally finished from school but it wasn’t easy. I had to manage and be prudent, It was hell for me but the thought of joining my siblings in the UK after my NYSC kept me going. Encouraging words from my brother helped me. I found Christ in all of this and i found peace but deep down, a part of me still longed for my old life.
I got into the Law school in Abuja and had to move there. I settled in and life looked promising.
I met Tunde 3 months into Law school, i was actually waiting for a Taxi to go into town, when this good looking distinguished man in a Range Rover sport stopped in front of me. I paid him no attention at first but after series of pleas from him, i succumbed and got into the very comfortable car. I had been getting irritated waiting almost half an hour for a Taxi under the hot sun that seemed to be at the back of my neck. As soon i settled into the comfortable seat and the leather grazed my skin, memories of my old life came rushing back. It was so overwhelming that, for a while i fought back tears from my eyes. The man had started a conversation and i wasn’t even paying attention, i was deep in my thoughts and oblivious to the world around me. I was startled when i felt a hand under my chin and i felt my face being pulled up. It happened so fast that i didn’t have the time to blink back the tears that gathered in eyes. I tried to jerk my face but it was too late, i found myself staring into a pair very brown eyes all etched with concern, this time i heard him speak and his voice was so comforting but laced with concern. He asked me what the matter was, that he had been asking me where i was heading for the past few minutes, when i didn’t respond, he had pulled over to the side of the road so he could talk when he noticed my tears. I do not want to delve too much into the details of that sunny afternoon, but that was how i met Tunde – the man i love with every pint of blood in my body.
Tunde became the father that i had lost, i spent every waking moment i could manage away from school with him. He brought me back to life, he spoilt me silly with gifts and lavished money on me. He bought me a car. When i was done with law school, we travelled together to the UK, where he met my mum and brothers. Tunde meant everything to me. We came back to Nigeria, so i could complete my NYSC. He used his means to ensure i stayed back in Abuja and i was posted to a good law firm in Garki for my primary assignment.
It only felt natural that i moved in with Tunde, all this while Tunde had never pressurized me for sex, he just loved and took care of me. I felt so cherished and loved that i quickly quenched the thoughts of relocation to the UK, my world was here in Nigeria. I felt Lucky.
Tunde proposed to me six months after we had been living together, men i didn’t even allow him to finish the question before i screamed YES. I felt on top of the world and couldn’t stop looking at the ring. I was in candy land, so that night when he approached me for sex, despite my faith, i did not put up any opposition, haba i thought to myself, he has tried, in all the months we had been together, he respected my stance. I wasn’t a virgin but it was a beautiful night for me and Tunde. We couldn’t get enough of each other. That night was a turning point for our relationship. Tunde used every opportunity he could get to make love to me. He would call me in the middle of the day at work, send the driver to pick me, he would take me in his office, or we would drive home, he had no reservations, we would be in a restaurant eating and he would drag me into the gents for sex. I was alarmed but the devil has a way of deceiving us, the voice said to me “he loves you and can’t get enough of you”. The sex was frequent and it soon began to tire me out, the guy was insatiable. We could make love 3times before morning on a week night and he would be up and ready in the morning.
I worried about this but i was too in love to care and 3 months after our sex life started, i discovered i was pregnant, Tunde was overjoyed. He told me we would have to commence our wedding plans in earnest before i started showing.
I am sure you are wondering what the problem with my life is then?
Wo oro po ninu iwe kobo! My hands are hurting from all this typing, i will continue tomorrow.