My misfortune
When I was younger , I lived alone with her mother who sells food at the roadside.
My mother hated me so much. She believed I deprived her a whole lot.
I was still in my 2nd year at the university when i got pregnant. My only boyfriend who was also a student denied being responsible for the pregnancy.
My aunt whom I stayed with sent me back to my parents. But my parents couldn't pay my fees, so i dropped out.
The child came out looking like my boyfriend and that added to my trauma.
Whenever i looked at the child, it reminded me of the father and all the pain he caused me.
It's more than 15 years since i dropped out of school but i can't get over those feelings of regrets.
At any slightest provocation, I call her names, belittles her and even regrets ever giving birth to her.
Chika my child lacks love and affection. She doesn't believe she's good at anything because of the way I her mother talks to her.
At school, she doesn't interact much with her classmates. At home, she doesn't have time to read her books and she hardly does her assignments. This made her performance poor.
She spent most of her time doing chores and helping me her mother out in her business. She tried so hard to finish every task I gave her in order not to be scolded.
She usually helps me carry plates of food to the shops of our regular customers.
This is the story of me and my daughter and I have been living in regrets every since.
My mother hated me so much. She believed I deprived her a whole lot.
I was still in my 2nd year at the university when i got pregnant. My only boyfriend who was also a student denied being responsible for the pregnancy.
My aunt whom I stayed with sent me back to my parents. But my parents couldn't pay my fees, so i dropped out.
The child came out looking like my boyfriend and that added to my trauma.
Whenever i looked at the child, it reminded me of the father and all the pain he caused me.
It's more than 15 years since i dropped out of school but i can't get over those feelings of regrets.
At any slightest provocation, I call her names, belittles her and even regrets ever giving birth to her.
Chika my child lacks love and affection. She doesn't believe she's good at anything because of the way I her mother talks to her.
At school, she doesn't interact much with her classmates. At home, she doesn't have time to read her books and she hardly does her assignments. This made her performance poor.
She spent most of her time doing chores and helping me her mother out in her business. She tried so hard to finish every task I gave her in order not to be scolded.
She usually helps me carry plates of food to the shops of our regular customers.
This is the story of me and my daughter and I have been living in regrets every since.
