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  • Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die (Episode 6)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 6

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    🧛 Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode Six: 💚
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    ✨ Final Episode ✨

    I was half conscious and half unconscious. I knew all the time he came on me but I couldn’t resist him or say anything. Was this what iya ibeji went through before having her twins? For the two weeks Prophet David took advantage of me. He gave me no breathing space day nor night. He will always sprinkle water on my private part before using me. My phone was taken away all through and switched off. I was to leave on Thursday, by Wednesday evening I was in full control of myself.

    ‘Where is my phone? I asked
    lady Stella. ‘Your phone will be given to you later tonight.’ When she brought my phone I quickly switched it on and I got more than ten SMS. Most of the messages were from my husband. While I was trying to go through the messages my phone rang, ‘Lo and behold, it
    was my husband, I didn’t pick as I had to think of a lie to tell him.

    He called again and I picked,
    ‘what happened my sweet heart?’ He asked anxiously. ‘My phone fell inside the three-seater
    sofa and I didn’t know it was switched off. I just discovered it today. It didn’t take him time to
    believe me. We talked at length and he narrated all his experience in Lagos. I will be back in a
    week’s time, he said and ended the call.

    Many things happened thereafter but after six months I was not pregnant. Iya ibeji kept encouraging me to be patient. She assured me I will be pregnant. My life became a mess – I started perceiving an offensive odour around my private part ever since I returned from Prophet David’s place. It came with itching and pain. I hid what I was going through from my husband but he noticed the odour and I guessed he
    couldn’t tell me.

    One year after, I was not pregnant. Sally was already pregnant with her second baby without stress. I told myself that if I didn’t get pregnant before she gave birth to her second baby I will denounce my faith in God. As far as i was concerned, it wasn’t worth it, serving God without anything to show for it. I had stopped observing my ovulation period because previous efforts had been fruitless. N600,000 had gone down the drain yet I couldn’t make trouble.

    Prophet David had abused me yet I had to remain mute. I had been battling with STDs I contacted from Prophet David but I couldn’t speak out. My salvation was already at stake, I couldn’t return back to God because I was angry with him for allowing me go through all these shameful and
    painful experiences. If God were human, I won’t forgive him.

    ‘Madam why did you wait for so long before coming to the hospital? The doctor asked me. This is one of the dreaded STDs medical science has been battling with in recent times. I may have to refer you to a gynecologist for better attention.
    He wrote a short note on his complementary card and gave it to me to give to Dr Robert. He
    promised to call Dr Robert before I got there.

    “Madam, where is your husband? I can’t treat you until I see your husband or any representative of your family, Dr Robert told me. I was afraid my secret was about to be leaked out.
    This was the end of the road for me, I began to contemplate suicide, because I couldn’t face the shame. I refused to tell my husband until my condition grew worse. The odour became
    unbearable, I practically stank like a dead fowl.
    At this time my husband became bold enough to ask me why I was smelling. And without waiting
    for an answer, he said, ‘We will see the doctor tomorrow.

    Your wife is suffering from a chronic STD and it has affected her kidneys and her womb. If we
    don’t carry out a surgery on her in four days she may not be able to conceive again. My
    husband was shocked. ‘Doctor can we do the operation today?’ My husband asked, yes of course, if you are ready, the doctor told my
    husband. In less than thirty minutes I was wheeled to the theater for surgery. When I
    opened my eyes I saw my mom, our pastor and some brethren surrounded my bed. The way they
    all looked at me made me suspicious that something bad had happened. I was discharged
    but I kept seeing the doctor every week for check up. My journey of barrenness lasted for 14
    years. All my friends and family connived not to tell me that my womb was removed during the
    operation in order to save my life. I knew this when I went for a check up in another hospital
    while my husband was away to Ghana. I have been without a womb for over ten years without knowing.

    After God did not answer my prayers I totally backslided. Sally had three wonderful kids already and had since stopped giving birth. To help me overcome my frustration I started taking alcohol secretly. Alcohol could not suppress my depression
    anymore and I tried hĂŚrd drugs. I became a professional adulteress not minding if my husband knew or
    not. In all these my husband was still faithful to God. He was
    always praying for me. Whenever I messed up myself, he will clean
    me up and get me to sleep. If you are looking for a Christian,
    Omeiza is one. I wanted God to judge me so that I can tell the
    whole world how unfair he is but his judgement tarried except that
    I had no womb and I could not conceive.

    For a long time I didn’t hear from Sally. That didn’t bother me
    anyway because anytime I hear from her it was one good news
    or the other. She seemed to be moving from glory to glory while
    I moved from shame to shame. I saw a post from one of our
    coursemates on Facebook of a friend who wedded at 42 and Sally
    was in the selfie, but Sally was really lean in the picture. I
    started making contacts on how to reach Sally, I needed to know
    what happened to her that she became this lean.

    In no time I got across to her. ‘Sally, what happened to you? I
    saw your picture on facebook and I was shocked that you had grown so lean.’ For almost forty seconds she didn’t say anything.
    ‘Sally are you there?’ ‘Yes Maryam, I have been sick but I
    am better now’, she replied. ‘I will need to come and see you.’ I promised to see her in
    two weeks.

    When I got to Sally’s place, she was leaner than what I saw on
    Facebook and I was afraid. My friend’s beautiful skin had shrunk badly with black s₱0ts all over her. As I was about scre-ming I
    saw a pack of retroviral drugs on her dinning table. ‘Sally you are
    positive?’ I asked in surprise. She bowed her face without saying a word. I knew she was HIV positive already. I became more
    scared but I had to encourage my friend. I hugged her and
    whispered to her ears “God will see you through”. I still had to pretend I was still a Christian but I had a sharp pain on my chest
    with a voice telling me “it would soon be your
    turn”.

    I tried to rebuke that voice but there wasn’t any inner impetus to do so. I wept bitterly as if I was weeping for my friend, but no, I was weeping for myself. I couldn’t stand what I saw so I left the
    following day.

    On my way back to Lokoja, ‘I kept having thoughts of accident.
    “If you die now where are you going to?” I asked myself. The
    Sally you have been using as yardstick to judge God is already
    paying for her sins, the voice kept talking to me. I was restless
    all through the journey. Maybe I am also HIV positive, I thought
    within me. Suddenly I noticed I have been foolish, I told God I
    was sorry. If you can give me another chance oh Lord I will serve you all the days of my life with or without a child.

    I got relieved as soon as I made that prayer. I arrived Lokoja
    safely. I knelt down before my husband and confessed all my sins before him, I wept and asked him for his forgiveness. He wept
    along with me but he felt very bad for the story he heard about
    me for the first time. I could read the handwriting in each drop of his tears. “I
    have forgiven you sweet heart, he lifted me up and hugged me tight for what seemed like hours. I wept the more while on his
    arm, my tears were tears of genuine repentance and regret. I
    became indebted to my husband for his patience and endurance.

    Since it was obvious I couldn’t get pregnant after my womb was
    removed, we adopted a boy of six months from the orphanage
    and named him Joseph. The day Joseph clocked one year I was
    confirmed to be seven weeks pregnant. How can a woman who
    has no womb be pregnant? Until my stomach started protruding I
    didn’t believe I was pregnant.
    This is the hand work of Jehovah
    overdo.

    On the 3rd of December I gave birth to a set of quadruplet, two boys and two girls. God wiped away my tears of many years.
    The chief medical director of the hospital was perplexed with the
    stark possibility of a woman who had no womb but was yet able to give birth not to one but four children at a time.

    He invited African Independent Television (AIT) to cover my
    story. This drew the attention of the First Lady of the state
    who paid us a visit at the hospital. She placed the four kids on scholarshÂĄp up to university level. Many other families who
    watched the program on AIT paid us a visit and each of them came with
    huge gifts. In less than one week we became millionaires from the
    gifts we received from the general public. Who says God is
    not alive?

    Peter, Paul, Elizabeth and Esther will be two years in June. Praise God who turned my captivity around.
    For waiting mothers who are reading this story, don’t give up on God, don’t try alternative means, don’t be too desperate, don’t use anybody’s life as a standard for yours. God is not dull, he makes all things beautiful in his own time.
    This story is dedicated to all those who are waiting on the Lord
    for the fruit of the womb.

    ….The End….

  • Impregnate Me or I Die (Episode 2)

    Impregnate Me or I Die (Episode 2)

    Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 2

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    🧛 Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode Two: 💚

    We graduated on the 18th September and it was celebration galore. I went back to Abuja to my parents to await my NYSC posting while Sally decided to stay back in Kano because she was offered a teaching job in one of the best private schools in Kano. It was the custom of the school to seek for the best graduating students in the University to offer a job with tempting pay. Sally though wasn’t the best student in our department but she was one of the best, she was preferred because she is from the north and could speak Hausa very well. She worked with the school for seven months when our posting came. The school owner has solid influence in the University and could influence Sally’s posting.

    Sally was posted to Kano after the school proprietor had pressed his buttons. You can’t imagine how much a private school was paying Sally, a semi graduate. We later learnt the school proprietor could spend fortune on his English and Mathematics teachers. When I came to collect my result, I spent three days with Sally in her one room self-contained apartment. Her lifestyle was now more terrible than when we were in school.

    I was posted to Lokoja for my Youth service. By that time, Daniel was already engaged with a girl he impregnated. I was disappointed but he explained everything to me and apologized for betraying me. His mother wanted him to marry the girl instead of waiting for me to complete my education. Unfortunately, we had two strikes that extended our stay in school beyond four years.

    He tried to resist the girl but his mother connived with the girl and played smart on him. I was sorry for him because I know he’s not the tough type. That was the end of my journey with Daniel. It was a bit painful because I had turned down all proposals from all the guys I met in school because of Daniel. I moved on with my life as I reported to Lokoja for my Youth service program.

    At Lokoja, I met an Ebira guy, Omeiza by name.
    He was just the perfect guy I could have something serious with. He works with Kogi State ministry of finance, a Christian per excellence. He lived in a well furnished two bedroom apartment and he was relatively comfortable. His salary was not much but he was from a royal family and his father willed some of his properties in and outside Lokoja to him before he died. He had just two brothers, one lived in the US while the other is an officer in the Nigerian Army. I met Omeiza through a friend in our church. I called her my friend because we were both in the church choir together.

    Omeiza did not let me feel the vacuum created by Daniel. He was all over me all through my service year in Lokoja. ‘Maryam, you will be completing your service in a month’s time, I will like you to take me to your parents next week. I have also concluded arrangements to take you to my people this weekend,’ he said. I was perplexed, I had never introduced anyone to my parents as my man, how will I do this? What will I tell Mrs Ladidi, the iron lady? I began to rehearse how I will tell my mom that I now had a fiance.

    I called Sally to advice me on how to present it to my parents that I was bringing my boyfriend to the house when she broke the news to me.
    ‘Maryam my wedding will be coming up in July and you’re gonna be my chief bride maid.’
    July 4th was our proposed date with Omeiza but I didn’t bother to tell her on phone. I was happy for my friend that she will be settling down at last. We talked at length about the guy, the wedding and lots more. Immediately she dropped the call I remembered all the abortions Sally had done, would she be able to get pregnant again especially with the last experience? I really feared for her. I told Omeiza about Sally and her wedding plans, so we shifted ours to a further date in September in order to provide the needed support for my friend’s wedding.

    After the lecture from Sally on how to present my boyfriend to my parents, I called my mom and repeated almost word to word everything Sally told me to my mom with a shaky voice. Sincerely I was shocked at my mom’s response, I was expecting a shout like usual but this time it was different. The salutation was different, her voice was cooler, her words of praises gave me confidence that I was doing the right thing. This was the first time I had the guts to talk to my mom about a man. I was expecting her to say “make sure he doesn’t touch you” or “you must not allow him see your p-nt” as usual but I was disappointed. She was happy and promised to tell my dad about our proposed visit.

    We first traveled to Okene to see his family. Their house was big, what do you expect from a royal family? Everyone accepted me, his aged mother made me sit on her laps like a baby, wow I felt like a princess for the two days we stayed in Okene. It was like we already married, his people were lovely and hospitable. We all went to church on Sunday in the family Sienna car, his mother, two cousin sisters and myself sitting in front of the car with Omeiza like the queen of Ohinohi, hahaha. We left Okene very early in the morning on Monday to report directly to our places of work. Okene to Lokoja was less than an hour drive. When we arrived Lokoja I was thinking of how we will pass the night in my house, our house in Abuja isn’t as big as Omeiza’s house in Okene where I had a wh0le big room to myself. The thought of how to pass the night in Abuja with Omeiza became my major problem.

    We left for Abuja on Friday afternoon. On arrival my mom was all over him, ‘my son that, my son this.’ She barely had time for me. He was led to the dinning table and my mom served my boyfriend a sumptuous meal, this is unbelievable.
    Mrs Ladidi had changed. I couldn’t comprehend her sudden change for quite a while. Immediately after the dinner, I began to think about where to sleep.
    My mom had everything planned out
    without me knowing. She had asked my sisters to moved their things temporarily to her room, the same room she shared with my dad. Maryam, let my son go and rest as she pointed to the other room, of course there are only two rooms.

    The second room was our room but the arrangement was amazing this time. The two of us were to use the room while my two sisters use the sitting room.
    How can my mom trust me and a man in,side a room all the night after all her teachings?
    I was not comfortable with the arrangement so I led Omeiza to the room and joined my sisters at the sitting room. She came out at about 10:30pm and saw me at the sitting room with my sisters and almost got angry, you left only him in the room? She asked angrily. I couldn’t say a word but quickly joined him in the room.

    I had to take two weeks break from work to be with Sally for her wedding preparations. We planned and executed every bit of her wedding decisions together. The wedding was okay because Sally’s husband worked with an oil company in Porthacourt; and with a fat salary, they could afford everything they wanted for the wedding. He had come for a two-week official assignment in Kano where he met with Sally. I felt for him considering the past life of my friend.
    Will she be able to give him a child at all? This was my thought all through the wedding. The wedding ended and I took off on Monday morning back to Lokoja.

    My wedding was in a month’s time, and I needed to put myself together so that I can be strong enough to go through the stress. I was shocked to my bones when Sally told me she won’t be coming for my wedding. ‘Why won’t you attend my wedding after all I went through to make yours a success?’ I protested.
    How can she be absent at my wedding? ‘No way, Sally I know you are joking,’ I said, laughing over the phone. ‘Maryam you won’t understand.’ she said. ‘On my wedding day, I was already two months pregnant and the doctor had advised me not to engage in strenuous activities in my first trimester.’ ‘Sally, you are what?’ I asked in surprise. It was a mixed feelings for me, I was happy she was pregnant and also unhappy she won’t make it to my wedding.

    But how could she be pregnant? after the last abortion the doctor told her that her chances of getting pregnant within the next five years is less than 7%. I would have ascribed this to a miracle but Sally was the least to enjoy God’s grace. I was happy for her, my fears had been taken away. But many questions ran through my mind; does God show mercy on unrepentant persons?
    To the best of knowledge, Sally is still a chronic sinner. Three of her boyfriends still sent her money while I was with her in the build up to her wedding. I was aware she still went to see Alhaji Ado in his hotel room four days to her wedding. I concluded, “His ways are not our ways” and left the matter at that.
    I began to plan for my own wedding as the day drew near. Sally and her husband sent me N300,000 to support my wedding plans. Three days to the D day I became feverish for thoughts and fears of sleeping with a man for the first time. I was told the first experience is not always funny especially at my age. I became so weak that I was taken to the hospital where I was given two drips before I was discharged.

    Everything went well, my mom was proud of me marrying at 29 as a V-rgin. My mom had taught me everything I needed to
    know and do as a new bride. On our first night together as husband and wife, my husband could not believe I was still a V-rgin when he couldn’t
    penetrate me. I had never told him I was a V-rgin either. After much struggle without success, he took a break and went downstairs as if he was
    going to buy something but I saw him making a call. He must have called a friend to narrate his experience. He came back after about 30 minutes
    with smile all over his face. Maryam, you are still a V-rgin? I smiled, I was proud of myself and my mom. My dream to give my V-rginity to my husband had finally come to reality. This time he knew what to do, he must have been taught from the phone conversation he had. That night he made a lot of promises to me including buying me a car. Been with Omeiza for one week without interruption from work and families was the best
    thing that ever happened to me. We gisted, played games, watched movies, ate and slept all through the week. We could go a wh0le day without seeing the sun, it was fun, fun and more fun. I knew I won’t escape been pregnant after a two week continuous s€×ual intercourse. One
    month after I started feeling funny in my body, of course I needed no laboratory test to know what was going on in my system. I was so weak that my husband will have to close on time from work to help me do some house chores. ‘You need to
    see the doctor,’ Omeiza pleaded. ‘I will see the doctor at the right time, I will be fine,’ I assured him.

    TO Be Continued…