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.
