I was told, I am an accident. I am pretty sure if my parents could go back to the night I was conceived, they would wear a condom, or better still, abstain from doing from the act altogether. No matter how many times they say children are a blessing, nobody wants to carry a mistake baby into the world and raise them.
Especially, not my mother, who was only seventeen when she conceived me. She became a statistic because of me, a faceless number among the sea of teen girls whose dreams died because they couldn’t keep their legs closed, or because a man wouldn’t take no for an answer.
After my mother had me, she could not continue her education. She dealt in petty trade and did odd jobs here and there to take care of me. I know she did her best because she is a hardworking woman. However, life was very hard for her as a single teenage mother. So, when she met …..Read Full Story Here..…….
