Aderonke Adeyeye's Blog

“Hey Mister”, he heard the little voice call out to him from the other side of the balcony. David ignored the little voice and the owner, and concentrated on rolling his joint. “Didn’t your doctor tell you smoking is not good for your health?” the little voice reached out again, upsetting David and causing him to stop rolling his joint, and focus on the little frail child sitting at a side of the balcony, staring at him with little starry eyes. David knew the kid around. He didn’t know too many people in his barrack-like building because he always kept to himself. Since he moved into the apartment three years ago, he had lived like a hermit. Always indoor typing away on his  laptop. He only came out to the balcony during afternoons like this when he was sure most of his neighbors weren’t home. David didn’t know many of his  neighbors, but he sure knew this child and his mother, because the child was an inquisitive one who asked lots of questions a lot of the times, and

Yes,  the deed has been done, The calabash broken, The milk spilt, But trust me,  it's not the end of the world. What do you do with a spilt milk? You clean the mess up. And a broken calabash? You  pick the empty pieces and throw in the dump. First of all,  never allow the world tag your baby as an "unwanted" baby.  Don't place such tag on your baby.  Even if you didn't prepare for it,  it's here already and you should plan your life accordingly. Don't allow the world shame you into thinking your life has come to a end.  Look them in the eye and tell them it's a blatant lie.  Your life has just started.  That baby is the best thing to happen to you at that point in time and you are going to act like it. Stand up from your melancholic  state and continue  living your life.  Work your butt off and save enough money for the arrival of your baby. Don't hate yourself.  Don't stop loving yourself,  let the world keep hating. T