I AM PREGNANT FOR MY LECTURER : THE END GAME (PART 4.)

While Mr. Nidibusi’s lawsuit was ongoing, he was held at the correctional center awaiting the final judgment. The court procedure was stressful, requiring my presence at almost every sitting as a firsthand witness and victim. The university initially failed to attend court sessions, fearing damage to their reputation. 

During those times, I saw Mr. Nidibusi and felt pity for him. He looked frail and aged. Comparing him to my growing baby bump, I thought, ‘This is the father of my unborn child.’ Yet, I saw him as a wolf in sheep’s clothing and turned away.

My parent’s emotions were mixed – relief and anger – as they coped with Mr. Nidibusi’s imprisonment. Grateful for justice, they struggled to accept the consequences. The child I carried, Innocent and untainted, stirred conflicting emotions within me.

One evening, I overheard my parents discussing the pregnancy’s fate. ‘She’ll abort it; how can we have a criminal’s child as a grandchild?’ they debated. Some suggested giving the child to an orphanage or a family desiring a child, as abortion contradicted our religious beliefs.

Feeling lost and uncertain about my future, I wanted to run away from home, which felt like a prison. Confined indoors, I faced stigma and pity from others. When I walked the streets, I’d overhear murmurs.

I told my mom I wanted to leave the city and return to my village, but the Blues NGO advised against it, citing my role as a main witness in Mr. Nidibusi’s ongoing lawsuit.

On a fateful Sunday, I received a call from Dr. Nina Coleman, founder of the Blues NGOs. Her enthusiasm was palpable as she exclaimed, ‘Favour, your case is remarkable! How can we assist you?’ I shared my concerns about education, pregnancy, and future prospects. She reassured me, ‘We’ll ensure everything goes smoothly for you.’ We scheduled a follow-up meeting to discuss the pregnancy.

However, fate intervened. At six months pregnant, I suffered an ectopic pregnancy, requiring immediate surgery to save my life. The baby had to be removed, and though guilt lingered, I knew it was necessary. I wondered if this was God’s way of sparing me from the potential consequences of raising a child fathered by Mr. Nidibusi.

The Blues NGOs proved to be my guardian angels, covering medical expenses and standing by me during my hospitalization. Upon recovery, I rescheduled a meeting with Dr. Coleman. To my surprise, the NGO had arranged for a family overseas to adopt my unborn child, covering education and utility expenses.

Overwhelmed, I broke down in tears, having never experienced such selfless love. The NGO further empowered me with a scholarship for my master’s program abroad. While awaiting my visa, I participated in their women’s empowerment program, learning fashion design.

Two years later, Mr. Nidibusi’s judgment was rendered – 25 years imprisonment with hard labor. As destiny would have it, my visa arrived, and I departed for my master’s studies. Today, I’m a diplomat in the Netherlands, living proof that adversity can be overcome.

As an activist advocating for girl-child rights, my testimony inspires others. To students facing similar hardships, I urge you: don’t give up. Where there’s life, there’s hope, and light shines in the darkest tunnels. Hold onto faith and the bigger picture.

My story serves as a beacon, reminding you that you, too, can overcome. With love, light, and peace, I reach out to students in Nigeria and worldwide, struggling through difficult times. This is my testimony – a dream transformed into reality.

The End !

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