Your thought flashed through my mind as I sit in this rickety bus. The last time we talked you were full of smiles and asked if I was on my way to church: you said goodbye with the words "see as you da fine go church, hmmmm... Ok o". I noticed you are pregnant. Pregnant at 18.
You are no longer a minor, but I think of all the times we talked about your educational prospects, you are still battling with passing Jamb and don't even know where the money would come from. I blame your absentee mom and your deadbeat dad. I believe love is meant to make you better. So I blame your boyfriend who though he's a graduate decides to put you in this position. Yet, I'm happy for your unborn child. The gift of life is amazing. I'm glad you didn't abort. I remember you yetunde. Till I see you again.
P.s.. I'm so sorry I've been AWOL.. Final year in pharmacy is not moi moi.. Thanks for checking here y'all.. Xoxo