My mind as a teenager
He told me everything about his businesses,
even asked me what I would love to be
doing. I laughed but gave no response. We
went to his site where he was building his
own house which is almost done and I
gushed at it. I knew I’ll be comfortable if I
married him. I liked him and to think that he
is quite older than me made me think that it
would be a better union.
We got into his car so he could drive me
home. The ride back home was silent. I had a
lot going throu-gh my mind. We got to my
house and he parked beside my gate,exactly
the same way his car was that Sunday I had
met them. He looked at me and we both
Me: Will you come inside?
Dera: No. Mum is not back yet so who would
I looked at him and decided it was time to tell
him the truth.
Dera: Is there any problem? Do you nee-d
Me: No. But I want to tell you something.
Dera: Okay. Go ahead.
Me: Maybe you’ll not get to like me again
after I tell you this. I know it will affect our
relationsh!pbut I just think its right I tell you.
He raised his brows and smiled.
Dera: Na love wey I love you o.
I smiled and bent my head.
Dera: So tell me,what is it?
Me: You know the little girl you’ve seen
severally at home?
Dera: Is she alright?
Me: She’s fine.
Tears ran down my eyes and he was
Dera: Mummy what is it? What do you want
to say that is causing you to cry?
Me: She’s my baby. I . . . . . .
He wra-pped his hands around my shoulders
and I leaned into him. I cried my eyes out as
I waited for his decision.
Dera: You don’t have to cry over it. I know
that when it happened,you cried enough so
But I didn’t st©p. Ahn ahn. I just couldn’t
Dera: Baby look at me. Come on,look at me.
I raised my head and looked at him
Dera: Where is the father?
I broke down in tears again. Raymond! Oh
Raymond! Will I ever be able to forgive you
for this so many lies?
Me: He’s late. Died even before I found out I
Dera: Back in school?
Dera: Now listen to me.
I looked up,expecting to hear the final verdict
and ever re-ady to step down from the car.
Dera: He died so you can meet me. Who
doesn’t have a past? I also have mine.
Baby,I’m 34 and I’m still not married because
I was busy trying to flex my youth. Everyone
has a past. Some girls would choose to ab-ort
their baby but you didn’t. It shows you still
had that innocence in you despite whatever
your life looked like then. So st©p crying.
I was surprised.
Me: You mean tha. . . .
Dera: I mean that you’re going to be my wife
and I love you so much. Besides,I’m happy to
know that you’re a very fertile woman. And
let me promise you one thing,as long as I
live,Kamsi and yourself will never lack.
I gave him a hvg immediately while my tears
we-t his shi-t.
Dera: Its okay. I’m glad that you told me. Its
going to make me trust you more.
Me: Thank you.
Dera: I should be thanking you.
He counted some money and gave it to me.
Dera: Make your hair with this and buy some
of the things you nee-d from there. I’ll travel
in two days and when I’m back,we’ll change
I thanked him and he pe-cked my forehead
before we p@rted.
When mum got home that night,I told her
and she was so happy. She called him and
we all spoke. He even spoke with Kamsi.
The next time Raymond and I saw,he made a
pas-s at me that I finally changed my phone.
And when I told him about Dera,I don’t know
why but it took him time to believe it. He
sounded and looked happy for me; telling
him how he would give Dera tutorials about
how to treat me right. I laughed till I could
laugh no more. When I told him that Dera
knew about Kamsi,he was surprised and then
He wanted to say something about his wife
but I st©pped him,telling him never to
mention his wife anytime we were together.
Dera and I fixed a d@t£ for the introduction
but it couldn’t hold because I had to be
operated on(appendix) and after I got
discharged,he had a terrible accident which
left so many injuries and fractures on him.
My mind as a teenager