The last time I saw my period, my feelings were minding thier bussiness and my breast swayed without a flick of pain.
Then I met jide, my feelings jogged, started earsdropping from the doors of desire, my eyes overblinked, my cheeks reddened and my lips began to sing songs of love.
We shared a full cup of happiness, loud laughter, a slippery joining, then I couldn’t see my period. Days passed, weeks, then a two months realisation popped in I knew exactly what is I became, ‘pregnant.’ I consulted Jide ,”GO and find the FATHER OF THAT THING you’re carrying” the love languages died that day, it was the last day I ever saw Jide.
As my belly grew, I became aware of the voices alone, those one’s that could swallow you, the one’s that said “you are a disgrace “the one’s that said “eyah so you had to drop out of school” or the one’s that reminded me of the painful pill.
Within the coldness of my present state, I have happy moments, love still saturates around the aura.
What’s important is I have gone through the fire of experience, I have burns but I have learnt.
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