Like every other woman, my marriage was what everyone will pray for, I married my heartthrob, I was in love before the challenges began to raise its ugly heads. the miscarriages were coming in quick succession just like the African mother hen who sucks her eggs yoke, that was what they named me, but is there any sane woman who rejoices at miscarriages?
I was asked to seek medical attention, the doctor said it was fibroid, I went for an operation and it was discovered that there was no fibroid....at the theater, after opening up my womb, is that not funny?
After some other miscarriages again, my husband sought for transfer to Nigeria's capital city and I was left behind in Lagos, I was a dutiful wife and I remained behind. Lonely, Alone and believing that God will answer my prayers one day..one day that may never come.
With a push from my husband's younger sister who was close to me, I decided to visit my husband at the capital city, on getting there, I was met with several questions, one of which is why will you come unannounced? Visit my husband unannounced? At the end of the day, one of his friends was asked to take me to his own and there he explained to me that my husband has gotten another wife and a child.
I do not know who to turn to, his family members were so happy that he was rid of a barren woman and now they can carry their own grandchildren, my world collapsed. He is with his wife and four children today.
To avoid total mental breakdown, I gathered all I could and ran to London where I have no relations and lived in that strange land for four years. This is just the beginning