STORY: MY WORSE MISTAKE (PART 1)

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 also 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 house.
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 sex and getting pregnant for him,
but harming my innocent baby was what i
really couldn't do.
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 hope.
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...