My father remained true to his word. He came to an end of his journey to be with us. I'd always be puzzled why he was required to travel so far.
When I ask him about it, he tells me that he doesn't know.
His small employment necessitates it for me.
Even Maami became incredibly sweet all of a sudden.
She made sure I ate well and even assisted me.
Exercises and massages helped me a lot.
I was overjoyed since I was able to finish my paper.
Before my tommy began to bulge,
Bisi, the over-sabi-sabi, I was curious about. If she sees me pregnant, she'll say something.
As a result, she was someone I avoided at all costs.
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It was a fantastic day when I gave birth to my child.
My father's excitement was indescribable. I guessed he never wanted to be happy.
“Omo dada- nice baby,” he murmured into the baby's earlobes
He took a seat at my bedside.
He teased me, saying, "Sorry, mummy."
For the first time in months, I grinned. I was expecting a child.
“She resembles you in appearance, quite attractive, and hairy!” he said, patting its head.
“How would you refer to her, he enquired
Name ke, I averted my gaze! I'm not sure how old I am.
If they named her Tejumola after me, that would be great.
“I was thinking of naming her Eniola or Eniola or Eniola or Eniola or Eniola or Eniola or Eniola or Ayobola, but Eniola is preferred.”
He was used to me refusing to do things.
I just nodded.
He said, "Welcome to the world, Eniola." before muttering a few prayers into her ears.
That's how Eniola found her way into our lives.
Her father's identity is still a mystery to her family. Except for a few people, it remained a mystery me. No one dared to ask me unless they were desperate.
Do you want to see me cry?