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I have a child in the crosshairs of the drama between my ex-girlfriend and myself. For my peace of mind, I am choosing to do my financial duty to my child but keep my distance. It is a hard decision, maybe even a bad one, but hear me out first.

It all started at level hundred in the university when I met Judy at a valentine’s day program and we became friends.Then after some months one thing led to another and we started dating. We enjoyed every bit of our relationship and I was willing to do anything for her. I changed my dreams to fit her goals because she told me her family only allows their daughters to marry very rich people and her elder sister’s bride price erected the three story building they currently live in. In that regard, she advised me to forget my dreams of becoming an evangelist and pursue a football career which I agreed to, in order to make her happy. I ended up living a life that I am still not proud of. She would bring alcoholic drinks to my hostel and we would both get drank and have sex throughout the day. 

I cared so much for her that I was determined to make it work , to the detriment of my future goals and my relationship with God. It’s pathetic, because I knew she was also dating someone else. I was very young and naive until reality finally dawned on me when she came to me to break the news that she was pregnant. 

Initially it was difficult for me because I knew she was with other men and we used protection each time we made love but I still accepted the pregnancy. I went home to inform my mum of the mess I had made out of my life. She was angry and disappointed that at the age of nineteen, I was already a father but she was still a mother so she decided to help me. She invited Judy home and told her she was willing to do everything to make sure our future was not jeopardized. 

Judy’s family found out about the pregnancy soon enough. We were together in her hostel one day when they showed up and disgraced me mercilessly. They even dragged  me to their house for further embarrassment. I loved her so it wasn’t really a problem to me and I was still determined to stand by her. I spent all the money I had to make her happy and comfortable and my mother also sent money periodically to support her. Her pregnancy was not easy, I always had to leave campus to go to town to get her chicken wings;  I was always at her beck and call. 

Judy understood me and appreciated everything I did for her but her family just could not let me be. They called me each day to insult me especially her mother and grandma and they made sure my life was miserable.

During vacation, my family and I went to Judy’s house to meet with her family to discuss the way forward. It was a long meeting with insults here and there to the extent that my mother was disrespected. 

Her uncle asked me what I had to say and I told them I wanted to marry her and I was willing to do everything to take care of her and my unborn child. I still remember her mother’s response telling me I was not worthy of her daughter and she would never allow me to marry her daughter and that it will be over my dead body. And she went further to rain a lot of curses and insults on me and my family.

To cut it short my life was a living hell. I was sad and confused, I felt I was not even a human being and my self-esteem took a nosedive.

When school resumed Judy came back to school with the news that she did not want me in her life anymore. Then she disclosed to me that before she disclosed the news of the pregnancy to me she had already tried an abortion and one foetus came out so she thought the child was gone only for her to realize she was still pregnant because she was carrying twins. I begged her not to do that to me but she was determined to cut me off. 

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