I have been with my baby daddy for 17 years, and he has refused to marry me after we had three boys. Seventeen years ago, this man was deported from London. I asked him to move into my hostel with me, since I was still in school and none of his family members wanted to help him. We stayed together for two years, and along the line, I got pregnant with my first son.....CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE
A few days after my delivery, he got a visa to America. You know, during those times, schools were always going on strike, so my education was quite delayed. After childbirth, I struggled to go back to school because nobody was there to help or assist me. My mom said she couldn’t take care of my son, questioning why I got pregnant if I wasn’t ready. It was a terrible time. I suffered in school, but to cut the long story short, I had to drop out because I couldn’t afford it anymore with my son.
This is going to be the longest and most emotional story I have ever told. From the US, he moved to Canada and never came to check up on me and my son for a good eight years. During this time, I was building houses for him. I built seven houses. Though he was always sending the money, I handled the supervision and accounting. Seven is a lot of houses. I never even put my name on any of those houses. A lot of people insulted me, asking why I didn’t change any of those properties to my name, but I used to tell them that he had plans for me. Whenever we talked, he would tell me to calm down and wait for him to come to Nigeria. He promised that we would go to the registry to get married.
When he finally got back after those eight years, we had a time together, and I got pregnant again. Before this man traveled back, he would say I was very fertile. I ended up having three sons for him because whenever he came to Nigeria, I would get pregnant. But imagine a man you don’t get to see often, and you’re still the one begging him for sex. Whenever we had sex, it resulted in pregnancy, and then he would go away for years.
Fast forward to last year, he told me he was coming to Nigeria, but he went to Dubai with another girl. His sister’s daughter introduced him to the girl. Before this time, my sons and I had been begging him for a vacation, but he would always say he was not ready. I am a lady who believes in love and one family, which is why I have been tolerating all of this.
When he came to Nigeria, after four days, he told me he was going to Ilorin to meet his family, meaning his siblings and parents. I made him breakfast and packed his bags because my supposed husband was traveling. The next day, my friend called me, saying she saw my husband’s pictures getting married in Ilorin. I almost fainted. When he got back, I pretended like I did not know. But when he was about to leave back to Canada, I asked him if he had gotten married to someone in Ilorin. He cursed me out and said I should never accuse him of such a thing, that it was a lie.
