#I'm sharing this with her permission
I got talking to a friend about how I so want to end teenage pregnancy through education. She became quiet and took me to another seat to continue the conversation.
She wanted to go to the university to study Theater Arts, but her parent could not afford JAMB fee. Selling bread for her mother, she started stealing with the hope of saving enough which she was able to do.
A brother on her street promised to help her as he was teaching in a tutorial center at that time. Thank God the brother helped her, she passed and gained admission into a Federal university; one of the best.
The brother wanted to be more than a brother; she gave a yes thinking she was in her right senses. He wanted a kiss, since that looked little compared to what the brother had done, she gave in, kissed him well until he asked for more and more and more. One thing led to another.
Her parents were happy, but she couldn't tell them what she had done. Not only would her dad disown her, her mother would kill her.
She continued to please him (street brother) since he was even supporting her in School. That was six years ago.
At twenty three years, she had aborted twelve times and unknowingly lost three pregnancy.
The most beautiful part is that, she has the date and the year of each one and memories of how old they would have been.
We laughed and cried about their sex and if twins were involved.
In her words, "What we fail to see is a domestic ant that if not killed, smashed, exposed, will take more lives, more visions and stars. Teenage pregnancy is shameful but abortion is not an option. I wish I knew the right thing at that time.
I've learnt and I'm still learning." With red big eyes, I rushed home. The shower didn't help, not even music.
Let's not just celebrate children's day, sit with your children and talk about sex.
Expose sex before it exposes you.
I wish I knew too.
We shall overcome.