22nd June 1989

I woke up from sleep with a very terrible
headache, while hunger and fear
occupied the rest of my body.
Nnamdi who was lying by my side
instantly coughed, startling me. I rubbed
my eyes, got up from bed and smiled at
little Winnie who was sleeping peaceful
on her cot.
That fateful day was my 19th birthday,
but instead of being the happiest day of
my life, it brought great suspence, fear
and sorrow with it. It was equally the
last day Nnamdi, my boyfriend and little
Winnie’s father gave me to pack out
from his room.
Our relationship suddenly turned sour
when i got pregnant for him. He never
wanted me to keep the baby, but i
refused to terminate it leaving him with
no choice than to accept responsibility,
when my parents threw me out of their
I was in SS3 when it happened, while he
was just a struggling brick layer and a
motor mechanic apprentice. We both
were from poor backgrounds which truly
worsened everything.
I was then left at his mercy, and out of
frustration he never allowed a moment
to pass without reminding me of the
hardship i was causing him and how
unlucky i was. Those were the moments
i felt like killing myself.
I admit i made a terribly mistake by
having unprotected se.x and getting
pregnant for him, but harming my
innocent baby was what i really couldn’t
I managed and struggled with
determination until i gave birth to my
little girl on 21st december 1988.
Nnamdi on his part grudgingly supported
me by providing the little he had which
he never did without complaining, but
the love and joy my little girl brought
into my life sustained and gave me

As soon as little Winnie was born, he
gave me six months to leave his house.
At first i thought it was one of his
numerous careless comments, but as
June slowly drew near, he began singing
it almost everyday in my ears. Leaving
me confused, demoralized and unhappy.
It really wasn’t as if he was spending
much on us. I only ate twice daily while
little Winnie survived on my br.east milk
and few ‘Tins’ of baby milk concerned

neighbours especially our land-lady do
give us.

The previous day {21st June}, he almost
strangled me simply because i begged
him to allow us stay few more months
with him. I had no money on me, nor
family to seek because to them i was

good as dead. Not even when i took little
Winnie to them months after she was
born did their mind change.
I murmured some prayers as i awaited
my fate, wondering where to go, when he
eventually wakes up and throws us out.


to be continued


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