Aderonke Adeyeye's Blog

I wouldn't know if you were a boy or a girl. I wouldn't know if you were fair-skinned like me or dark-skinned like your father. I wouldn't know if you were robust like him or skinny like me. I wouldn't know the color of your eyes or the sound of your laughter. I wished to have met you. To have watched you grow in my Womb for 9 months. To have carried you in my arms and have you suckled at my breast at birth. Have you bestow me with adorable teethy grins while I change your diapers and rock you to bed. I wished I was able to christen you To gift you one of these adorable names I had lined up for my future children. "Adeoluwakishi" "Motiaraoluwawa" "Mofiopekunopefunoluwa" " Oluwasijibomi" Diekoloreoluwalayemi" "Oluwatishe" "EyiowukanwiToluwalase" "Eyimofeoluwa", "Oluwarinumi" "Jesugbotemi" I wish I was able to christen you any of these names And watch you gigg...

LOCKDOWN: THE SERIES The Newscaster rambled on about the rising number of people that the global pandemic, Corona virus had affected in the country despite the lockdown rule, spewing forth huge figures that would have had me in fear in days past. But today was different. Today I wasn't concerned about getting killed by the deadly Corona virus. I was scared of getting killed while aborting my own baby. My first child. After suffering from what was supposedly PMS but now pregnancy symptoms for days, and practically begging my period to come, I finally summoned the courage to buy a PT strip. And your guess was as good as mine. I was pregnant with a child that I didn't want to keep. In fear, I pondered how to get rid of this unwanted mess when there was a lockdown and no movement rule everywhere. Yanking off recipes from Google, I made a concoction and drank it, laying in my bed, gnashing my teeth and crying as the first bout of pains hit my stomach so hard. I...