BN Prose: Bleeding Tears by Jibola Lawal

Author’s Note: This is for all the babies that die before they can cry their first tear.

You’re afraid to close your eyes in the fear that you might dream – The same familiar one. The one that makes you so terrified of sleeping. You worry that as your eyes drift closed this time, you will never wake up and your worst fears will be realized. In your vigilance, the tendrils of sleep – Death’s cousin – creep up on you. Slowly but surely, its cold fingers pull you in the direction of lands familiar — of dreams unforgettable.

She jolted out of her dreams with a scream and even before she was fully awake, she knew. The cold sweat on her brow and the goose-bumps on her forearms were enough of an indication. Before she felt the blood start to seep from between her thighs, she stood up and headed towards the bathroom, the blood exiting her nether region leaving dot like trails behind her.

Nneka sat on her haunches curled up as the shower cascaded down on her. She still had her blue baby-doll night gown on, as she let the water pour on her. It clung to the curves and the fullness of her body in a way that would have been wanton under different circumstances. She slowly raised her head as if in a silent supplication to God. The pale light of bathroom gave her very light skin a sickly glow. Her hair matted and clung to her face, her eyes were very noticeably red.  Her lips parted but no sound came out, just a strong tremble.

 Misery. Grief. Hopelessness.

Words are mere words. They only start to take on an existence in us when they, in all their shades of meaning, define where we are at a particular moment. For her, those three words could not quite place a lid on the emotions swirling around within her.

 “God, Why?” She  cried in anguish. The pain tore at her on the inside! Why do things have to go so wrong?


We are taught never to question the unexplained. Grief, at its rawest dissolves all convention. Losing 4 babies in just as many years – 3 by miscarriage and 1 by still-birth, was the source of Nneka’s grief.  She had just lost another at 5 months along. She shook her head as if the answer she had gotten was not quite enough to explain how things had come to be this way.

She held her head in her hands as if it would explode any second. It was difficult to tell where the tears stopped and where the water began. The shower stopped, and shortly after, she felt strong arms around her hefting her effortlessly from the ground. Her lone thought as she drifted away on the wind currents of exhaustion was her man – her husband, Ebuka.


Ebuka let himself into their 13th floor apartment at Eko Court. Nneka enjoyed the simple little things – breakfast in bed, picnic lunch by the sea, love notes tucked in her shoes and dinner under the stars. And he did everything he could to see her cherubic face light up in a smile. This time it was fresh flowers.

Usually she watched TV or chatted with friends on her BlackBerry or both till he came back and then she’d watch him eat as they in turn recanted all the details of their respective days.

They were 4 years and a little into the marriage. Heartbreak after heartbreak seemed to rock them, but they were left unshaken. He had no problem with that, at least they had no issues with fertility. But for some reason, Nneka felt like she was under some sort of pressure. Whereas, he was convinced that soon enough, one of the pregnancies would stick – at least the latest one would. He had a good feeling about it. And he would call her Ogechi – because the time would be just right.

The moment he let himself in, he knew there was something amiss. The TV was on, and Nneka was not on the couch. He left his briefcase and the flowers at the door and he padded straight to their bedroom. The first thing he saw was the trail of blood leading to the bathroom, and he sighed very deeply realizing that the worst had happened.


The pressure of lips on her forehead woke her from deep dreamless sleep. As Nneka’s eyes came into focus she smiled, taking a split second to recognize the rich brown eyes boring into hers with such attention and devotion. She made to get up from her reclined position when she realized there was something connected into her arm. An IV? she thought. She looked around the stark unfamiliar room, the smell of antiseptic and the feel of hard sheets confirming she was in the hospital.

She frantically looked around the room again and the memories came pouring over her like waves crashing on the beach.

Blood. Tears. Loss.

“My baby! My baby!!” She screamed, “Where’s my baby?!!” Her already tired tear glands swung into action again and she wailed. Her womb that had pulsed with life only 24 hours before, throbbed with emptiness.

“Shhh” Ebuka cooed to her. He drew her into his strong arms and rubbed a palm over her back, as if he was quelling the oceans of sadness wracking her body. She fought against him, pounding her little fists into his chest, but he drew her even in closer.

“Shhh… Shhh… I’m here baby… I am…”

 “I don’t want you! I want my baby…”


“Give me my baby…” And she began to wail, inconsolable as her husband drew her even closer still. His chest and arms a seeming bastion of strength on the outside, whereas he was caving in on the inside. The only sign of which, was the glassiness of his eyes. But she could not see this; he could not let her see this so he hugged her even tighter.

“Honey, I understand” He said. You can never understand! She meant to retort but she just sighed. How do you make a man understand? How?

How do you make him see, that having a miscarriage and slowly watching your child die in your arms are of the same ilk. With both, you watch life drain from them and you look on helplessly. How do you make a man understand that a miscarriage was more than just a lost opportunity to be a mother or a father but a child you would never see take his/her first steps or hear their first words.

How? How can a man possibly understand, she thought silently.

Even when he had calmed her down enough, she still shivered. Their doctor, walked into the private room, her usually stoic gaze was a bit shaken. “Mr and Mrs. Uzuakpundu” She began, “I am sincerely sorry for your loss…again”

“As our earlier tests revealed, there is nothing wrong with either of you, you will conceive and have a baby. Please don’t despair.”


They drove home, their car cloaked in a blanket of silence both of them wrapped in their thoughts. Apart from the occasional shudder, her eyes were dry but very red.

“Your mother is gonna take me to MFM for deliverance this time for sure.” She broke the silence.

“What the-? She’s not taking you to any MF-anything” He retorted.

“She must be convinced that I’m a witch and I eat my babies” She said, a very wry smile on her face.

“What the heck are you on about?” Ebuka’s face was scrunched up in disdain as he negotiated their black BMW X6 into Muri Okunola from Ozumba Mbadiwe. “That’s just utter bullshit.” He continued.

Nneka’s phone rang stopping Ebuka’s tirade mid-stream. “Hello? Oh Aunty Chisom? We’re just round the corner, we’ll be with you in a bit.”

“What does she want this time?” Ebuka said through grited teeth.

“She’s your aunt, Ebuka.” She chided him.

“So?! She has no right to just show up from nowhere. What if we weren’t home?”

They were soon in the parking lot, Ebuka’s aunt walked to where they were parked and exchanged the requisite pleasantries with Ebuka looking on.

“Nneka’m, you are taking very good care of my son oh! Ahnahn! See how good he is looking. But you look tired, hope nothing? ” Aunt Chisom chimed as she took Nneka’s hands in hers.

“Mama I’m ok” Nneka said, looking away

“Mama, can we go upstairs?” Ebuka said testily.

“Ah yes! But please o? Come and help our wife carry the basket of fruits I bought for her upstairs. I left it at the Gate House”

“OK mama” Ebuka almost grumbled. They left Nneka in the car with her thoughts, they were barely gone a few yards when his blackberry chirped.

“Baby? Your phone!” She called out.

“It’s ok, dear, I’ll check it when I return!” He called back to her.

She looked over at his blackberry and the new message icon taunted her. She shrugged it off and looked away, she had never had reason to doubt her man, ever. But the red status light seemed to nudge at her curiosity, so she reached over for his phone and navigated to his messages

She read once, blinked twice and then read it again.

Her whole world turned dark, her guttural scream could be heard as far as the top of the apartment building.

Hi Ebuka, I’m 8 weeks gone. I need money to sign up at an ante-natal clinic. Call me. Folake.



‘Jibola Lawal is a budding writer and the Bella Naija Music Editor. You can read his other short stories published on Bella Naija here, and you can follow him on twitter here.

111 Comments on BN Prose: Bleeding Tears by Jibola Lawal
  • tinu August 1, 2011 at 1:52 pm is well

    • Me August 2, 2011 at 12:40 pm

      Seriously? Uhmmm… What if Folake is a friend of Ebuka’s who needs some financial help with signing up for ante natal care? Based on the story above, there was nothing explicitly pointing towards Ebuka’s repsonsibility for her pregnancy. She didn’t call him “baby” or any of those sweet pet names. Neither did she say ” ‘we’ are 8 weeks gone” she said ” ‘I’ am 8 weeks gone”. Not to say that Ebuka is not responsible, but there’s the possibility that he’s not responsible for Folake’s pregnancy.

  • princessj August 1, 2011 at 1:54 pm

    JESUS CHRIST******

  • AfroSays August 1, 2011 at 1:58 pm

    Again and again, despite our ‘education’ and civilization, the African culture remains strong, a man wants his own children and will stop at nothing to have it.

    This you have brought again to the table quite clearly.

    • karolyn etym August 2, 2011 at 2:06 pm

      on point,a lot of dem ladies on dis thread will hate u 4 dis but btw dt is jst d hidden truth– every man wants his own child 2 continue wt his name,4get civilization & technology & westernization & **spiritual**

  • *gbemi* August 1, 2011 at 2:02 pm

    awwww.very sad

  • Ebube August 1, 2011 at 2:02 pm


    • Ngozi August 2, 2011 at 11:11 am

      Nne!! U hit it on the head…..CHEI!!!

  • Sanmi August 1, 2011 at 2:06 pm

    o my good God!! o my God. He has a plan B. Sad story, pathetic situation. average man. mmm… really feel sorry for her. choi! she probably collapsed after reading the text again. lol. sad and funny gist men.

  • Deiz August 1, 2011 at 2:08 pm

    OMG! How pathetic, I feel so sorry for . Beautiful piece.

  • Tolace August 1, 2011 at 2:10 pm

    This was a really good read…used to read his blog on blogspot.

  • Mo’ August 1, 2011 at 2:13 pm

    woww.. I just put myself in her shoes and my heart is broken into 100 millions pieces

  • Nomy August 1, 2011 at 2:13 pm

    Who send you go look?! Ha! I will be back when i think this through!

  • gee August 1, 2011 at 2:15 pm

    O_o! Jibz u really had to end it like that and say on twitter no writing till december?? Why evillllsssss? LoL–Really great piece Jibola. *sigh* that bb red notification light ehn! LoL

  • Kofo August 1, 2011 at 2:16 pm

    Well written piece. Very unexpected end. Please can we have a follow up.

  • Temi August 1, 2011 at 2:22 pm

    Let’s pray it’s some cruel joke! What?! may that never be our portions in Jesus’ name! Amen.

    • ujay August 2, 2011 at 12:32 pm

      amen,dont wish even my worst enemy dat!

  • lady olams August 1, 2011 at 2:25 pm

    i like very deep

  • Uchechi August 1, 2011 at 2:25 pm


  • amazing! August 1, 2011 at 2:29 pm

    say it ain’t so! omg wtf????

  • Ijeoma August 1, 2011 at 2:33 pm

    Wow! I understand this, my uncle stuck behind his wife for 13 long years before she managed to carry a child to term. He’s about 10 now and she hasn’t had any other children. The trauma of it all was terrifying even for extended family. She lost about 8 children.

    • gee August 1, 2011 at 3:44 pm

      Wow! 8 children! I cant even begin to imagine the trauma. Glad it came to an end.

    • Purpleicious Babe August 2, 2011 at 11:27 pm

      WOW… I pray the one that stays will encourage others to come. I pray he will live to excel.Thank GOD 4 this testimony and thank God ur uncle stood by her..

  • Bella August 1, 2011 at 2:35 pm

    Hmmm that’s men for you my dear…

  • Kenny August 1, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    OMG!! Deeply sorrowful prose! Losing one’s child is a very sad thing to happen. But i hole she wouldn’t just jump into conclusions. The lady might be a friend or not ( i doubt it though). Why did he have to cheat on her? Why did she have to check his message? It is sometimes better to be ignorant.
    I love eet sha! keep it up!

  • notaplayahater August 1, 2011 at 2:39 pm


  • jezz August 1, 2011 at 2:42 pm

    Firssssst!!! Finally…
    Too long abeg, I’ll be back….

  • HRS OLUBUSOLA August 1, 2011 at 2:43 pm

    Omo mehn!!!!! Terribly sad for her, another Trauma. Just 4 years? Common?! I don’t pray to be in such a position, but the guy could have still chilled na?! 🙁

  • Cutie Toxie August 1, 2011 at 3:13 pm

    Beautiful writing, beautiful story.


    Pod Co-habitant

  • funmi August 1, 2011 at 3:28 pm

    soooo sad…that really touched me! hate men, the things we must endure! God forbid any1 must endure tht!

  • TSC August 1, 2011 at 3:30 pm

    I am guessing she’s like a friend who needs his help, right? – hard to reconcile the loving and supportive husband with the cheating lying one.

  • adenike August 1, 2011 at 3:35 pm

    JESUS!!!!!!!!! Lord,I’m speechless………………………..

  • Tiki August 1, 2011 at 3:39 pm

    KAIIIIIII!!!!! This is unfair oh…it is making me cry!

  • awizii August 1, 2011 at 3:53 pm

    Well, like Bankole said, “despite our ‘education’ and civilization, the African culture remains strong, a man wants his own children and will stop at nothing to have it”

    The man deserves all the insults any one of us rain on him. Sad but the poor fella wants kids. Who wouldn’t?

    The family is made up of the couple first, before any kids come and that’s what we need to understand. The love should transcend everything. Honestly I don’t know what else to say. This can really be painful. Human nature though.

  • bee August 1, 2011 at 4:02 pm

    hmmmmmmmmm ,men plan B already.

  • Abimpy Moschino August 1, 2011 at 4:18 pm

    Uhmmmmm, The Lord is her Strength. I dont know what to say

  • cathy August 1, 2011 at 4:23 pm

    @bella not all men. good read but the ending i errrm………. i just can’t put it in words

  • faith August 1, 2011 at 4:35 pm

    very touching!!!…i think he truly loves her n dats wat counts…wat eva mistake he must av made shuldnt change d fact dat he loves her…if i were to b in her shoes, i wont take any drastic action…i ll be calm n make sure any actin i ll take will favor me.

  • ibetapassmynebo August 1, 2011 at 4:35 pm

    *sigh*……..awon okurin…..awon iranu……..ko oni da fun sshhukuebuka shaaaa
    Oma ro go!!! Aiye ma ni ka!!!!

  • dammydiva August 1, 2011 at 4:45 pm

    Ooo shitt…I felt d heartbreak too…:( . God help us…dis is rily sad..hope there’s a follow up o Jibola…very very interesting read..

  • Domina August 1, 2011 at 4:51 pm

    I’m Speechless……

  • nanly August 1, 2011 at 4:56 pm

    Oh my! I sympthatize with her,if indeed her hubby cheated on her den i guess it’s GOD alone dat can soothe her aching heart at a time like dis,GOD is All she needs now. It’s well with her, it aint over with her until GOD says it is.

  • nicky August 1, 2011 at 5:01 pm

    Oh my God!its so pathetic.that man is a big time pretender.we know men will always be men,but i got so carried away with the story and cldnt believe what my eyes after reading the last phrase.i can imagine what she willdo to herself.poor girl.i pray it never happens to me.nice piece

  • Lola x August 1, 2011 at 5:12 pm

    Such a great read! So well written too!

    Lola x, London

  • Pretty smile August 1, 2011 at 5:42 pm

    Deep stuff! Heart breaking for both sides…but especially for the woman.

  • Missy August 1, 2011 at 5:43 pm

    oh dear!!!…..dont know what to say this could happen to anyone but wont even pray this on my worst enemy!!!..ah….poor poor gurl…..ah!!

  • tee bee August 1, 2011 at 7:22 pm

    One of the reasons women too should have plan B oooo! We love with all our hearts and life and the guy just scatters it away because he cant keep his @#$% in one place…I pity this girl sha! I have a friend who is waiting too: its five years now and no baby and I’ve begun to see her hubby in some funny corners around campus where I lecture.
    I walked up to him and actually asked him why he wasnt heading home yet….why campus after work…erm … I gave him and the idiotgirl I saw him with ..a long hard look: they were both uncomfortable……I still dont know what to do..tell my friend or not..I have got nothing on him, but he is not running any program on campus and I have seen him about the school now thrice!

    • mi August 1, 2011 at 10:19 pm

      tell ur friend so that she might get him back to his senses b4 it starts getting deep !

  • Mary August 1, 2011 at 7:34 pm

    sad story…..wish her well .You can never really know what any one might spin on you

  • Folake August 1, 2011 at 8:41 pm

    I love love love every bit of it. Mehn I can totally feel d lady’s pain What a cruel world we live in. It is those U love that cause U pain. Jibola I see U.

  • chichi August 1, 2011 at 8:48 pm

    JIBOLA LAWAL! This is a beautifully and brilliantly written piece! Loved it. My goodness. Please can we have another? lol

  • Biodun August 1, 2011 at 9:03 pm

    @ TSC; My thoughts exactly. Very hard to reconcile.

  • StephanieIj August 1, 2011 at 9:25 pm

    OmG!!!!!!! WHyyyyyyyyyy??? Cheating is bad enough but not a kid..!!!!!!!!!!!
    Here I was already hyping this man in my mind… How does she get over losing her 6th baby with such rubbish realisation???


  • Lekan August 1, 2011 at 9:34 pm

    WHOA!! Speechless didn’t see that coming.

  • Misizbee August 1, 2011 at 10:20 pm

    That’s a very well written story… (Y)

  • Chinekwu August 1, 2011 at 10:58 pm

    Crazy! As if she wasn’t tortured enough by life yet, this comes calling. Beautiful piece. Great Prose.

  • @ikagu101 August 1, 2011 at 11:21 pm

    I can only say one thing… CHEI….I DON DIE!

  • kizzlebaby August 2, 2011 at 3:41 am

    oma se oooooo.shukwuebuka ti fun yon loyun ooooooo.may this not happen to any of us IJN..

  • tina August 2, 2011 at 4:02 am

    OMG!!! I’m crying.

  • BBB August 2, 2011 at 5:06 am

    i cant believe he was cheating, he was talking about her with so much love, *sigh*
    again im faced with the realization that because you love someone does not mean you cant cheat!
    Amazing writing Jibola
    I cannot imagine the pain and anguish accompanied with losing your own children over and over *sigh*

  • zeenie August 2, 2011 at 5:30 am

    hmmm… beautiful piece and very deep. but sad thou…

  • Rosie August 2, 2011 at 7:11 am

    heartbreaking!! bye!

  • jezz August 2, 2011 at 7:20 am

    When ur man begins to act all nice, it calls for suspicion, perhaps trying 2 cover his tracks/guilt-trip, except perhaps, he hs bn nice from d onset

  • Lue August 2, 2011 at 8:22 am

    Stories that touch d heart……..hmmmm. Typical ibo man, always planing. But God go punish some people sha

  • Sunmbo August 2, 2011 at 9:40 am

    What a test. Good thing is she made it alive through all the miscarriages. She’ll surely get through this and it’ll all be a testimony at the end of the day. Once there’s life and sanity, there’s always hope for a better tomorrow. No need for regrets…Life goes on. You never know what will become of a problem so she should stay alive, sane, and wait to have the last laugh.

  • ronks August 2, 2011 at 9:45 am

    I just lost a pregnancy… that is hard enough to deal with. I dont think i would be able to handle finding out my husband is cheating on me and that the girl is pregnant right now. Sad prose but beautifully written.

  • Sweety August 2, 2011 at 10:09 am

    Hmmm dis is heart breaking. The heart of man is desperately wicked thus says the Lord.

  • KATHY August 2, 2011 at 10:18 am

    PLS im begging!!!!!!!!!!! i want a follow up story ASAP!!!!! very captivating…its soo sad dat 90% of nigerian men think its very normal for dem to cheat and our generation isnt lookin very different 🙁

  • badcase August 2, 2011 at 10:28 am

    have been there b4. but she wasn’t preg 4 him. i ignored him & pretended not 2 care. then 1day, he came begging (on bended knees) 4 my 4giveness. today i have 3 1daful kids (after a stillbirth & 3 miscrgs) . Men think with their asses and permanently sit on ther brains!….my conclusion

  • Olufemilite August 2, 2011 at 10:35 am

    lovely work…but hold on a bit, it might not be what u think

  • becca August 2, 2011 at 10:42 am

    Wow, excellent write-up! I really hope there’s a follow-up…plssssssssssssssssss!!!!! 😀

  • Aibee August 2, 2011 at 10:49 am

    OMG! I definitely didn’t see that coming!Really sad for her oh. To lose the 6th child in 4 years and then find out ur hubby may be cheating (I hope not.).
    Perhaps Folake is the girlfiend of his friend-which said friend refused paternity of the pregnancy? Just creating an alternative story line cos the idea of the loving Ebuka in Dr Jekyl & Mr Hyde mode as the cheating alter ego is hard to imagine.
    One lesson I’m taking away from this is not to scroll through my significant other’s phone after all what you don’t know can’t hurt you, right?

  • ololade August 2, 2011 at 10:53 am

    LOL! Amazing story, could it be because I had “Adele’s – One and Only” playing at the same time as I was reading, tears on my face! I console myself in the solace that its simple fiction… *sigh*

  • Adebisi August 2, 2011 at 11:11 am

    what do we all expect, of course the man is always gioing to find a solution to himself and obviously its so sad thet the woman has to deal wit the situation this hard……………….

  • fokasibe August 2, 2011 at 11:39 am

    God help!!! Well written as always Jibola…Dare I ask for more?

  • abisola August 2, 2011 at 11:44 am

    Unbelieveable,master piece,lovely ending.

  • tunrayo August 2, 2011 at 12:01 pm

    ha!!!! yekpa!! dis is mean

  • tits August 2, 2011 at 12:20 pm

    jeeeezz!!!,l want to believe theirs a good explaination to that message n its not the obvious!
    There should be a part2 to this story…….hope theirs a part2.

  • nessa August 2, 2011 at 12:57 pm

    if ure going thru issues like this in real life, plz see a good gynea there could be a way of saving these babies where the womb wud be tied or something to prevent leakages.i repeat a good gynea and never lose ur faith in God,all things will work out for good for u.

  • Ernie August 2, 2011 at 12:59 pm

    Ouch! Dat was mind blowing. Men kan b so hrtless. Swt but hrtless al d same. Imagine!

  • Ex-boy August 2, 2011 at 1:17 pm

    @Folake, aren’t you eight weeks gone for Ebuka…………lol. Quite sad isn’t it.

  • olanrewaju August 2, 2011 at 1:29 pm

    At this point in time, the most important thing is to get factual and move on. The deed has already been done. If she loves her husband enough she would stay but most importantly ask for Gods help and direction.

  • Eigengrau August 2, 2011 at 2:39 pm

    Honestly, while reading the story, I was expecting to find out the Dude was using the babies for rituals or something like that – LOL. Anyway, why the shock? The Man drives an X5, lives in a V.I pent-house , sounds like a fine boy, sugar-coated tongue e.t.c What the hell were yall expecting? To make it worse, he had no heir apparent – Ha!!! Dude had to find a solution. All these folks crying for ‘true love’ gone sour smh. Having Kids with another Woman does not mean he loves her less (obvious from the story). I’m not supporting nor condemning but hey the major reason Men get married is to start a family – if marriage is sans Kids, most African Men would find alternatives. For all those people that would bare fangs while disagreeing with me, I’m yet to hear of a case where Women would stick with a sterile Man or one with low sperm count while still looking unto the Lord! Double standards I tell you.

  • idaerefha August 2, 2011 at 4:18 pm

    Men & Women alike!
    Why think the worst first.
    Even though the conditions she finds herself in make her more susceptible to believing the worst first,
    He’s been there for her through thick and thin.
    She should have given him the benefit of the doubt and confronted him first.
    However if it is the worst, then her whole world just came crashing around her.
    Too many women suffer the same fate.

  • cynthia August 2, 2011 at 4:22 pm

    What a sad story…men are all the same,i just realised from the man i trusted so much as my husband

  • Kathryn Cage August 2, 2011 at 4:28 pm

    Fabulous Prose Jibola. Though a work of fiction but happens in our everyday life. Truly sad, the devil sure knows how to creep in with a bucket full of sorrows but the Lord is our strength always, we’ll overcome!

  • Terney August 2, 2011 at 4:42 pm

    Beautifully written… let’s give Ebuka the benefit of doubt… it might not be what we think, though it’s hard to think otherwise… It’s bad enough dealing with loses, not to think of having to combine it with an affair and a BABY!!! Terrible combo, but God helps us fight through tough stuff, if we stick with Him till the end… hope there’s a continuation.

  • Jade August 2, 2011 at 5:07 pm

    and y do we automatically have to think its his, really…i mean gv the man the benefit of the doubt.

  • ncyluv August 2, 2011 at 5:15 pm

    LWKMD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! awon okurin.. I’ll advise her to keep the baby (if it belongs to her husband) after it is born and raise the child as her own….it is the only way to keep her marriage. Most cases like that she ends up having her own children.

  • omo August 2, 2011 at 6:04 pm

    thats very wicked of him,

  • Olamide August 2, 2011 at 6:35 pm

    OMG,Ą♍ shaking.Tha story is touching and Sad.

  • Plumbline August 2, 2011 at 7:50 pm

    Dark dark but really a reflection of a true life story…

  • chidimma August 2, 2011 at 8:02 pm

    i think this a good lesson for all…..we just watch the word trust becos sometimes it hurts badly.

  • Purpleicious Babe August 2, 2011 at 11:28 pm

    WOW… is all I can say.

    Beautifully written……. but life is really quite interesting….

  • Obi August 3, 2011 at 1:37 am

    Um, its probably not his kid. Could be anyone … but the agony of ANYONE having any connection your hubby with a baby involved after you’ve just lost one …

  • Simi August 3, 2011 at 2:04 am

    Very good story. well written

  • thatifygirl August 3, 2011 at 5:50 am

    Wow! An amazing, haunting story! Very beautifully written! Well done!!!

  • latifah August 3, 2011 at 11:45 am

    Ahh, I doubt if she can survive the betrayal after all the miscarriages. Hmm, it is well. Lovely piece, thanks JL

  • matahari August 3, 2011 at 3:51 pm

    speechless! 9ice write up…

  • Kemmiiii August 3, 2011 at 8:16 pm

    Why evils? Why! Why!! Why!!!
    Who knows Ebuka might not be responsible For Folake’s pregnancy even tho that is what the story makes it seem like…
    Me we never experience such o!
    Me I cant blame Ebuka! His name has to keep on going! No time!

  • omoge August 4, 2011 at 2:07 am

    it seems it is life this days for cheating

  • Chiami August 5, 2011 at 6:10 pm

    just hope it aint a true story…cus dats the height…

  • Eme August 6, 2011 at 11:44 pm

    I felt that…my heart actually stopped..I don’t even want to imagine it

  • Ahmad ISMAIL August 11, 2011 at 3:46 pm dear you are good.but ladies please make una no the read una men text.because na una ego pain pass.

  • Leemah August 11, 2011 at 5:10 pm

    This is soooooooooo heart wrenching, may God deliver her n woman in her shoes, Amen!

  • lara September 2, 2011 at 2:12 pm

    OMGi will go nut.lets say Folake is a friend of Ebuka.

  • alicia July 24, 2012 at 11:52 am

    cold feets, guess i lost my sense of reasoning. it really hurts

  • ida July 24, 2012 at 7:18 pm

    i think she should focus though pretty hard to, but it’s the best thing she could do for herself.
    There’s no doubt that the guy loves her and that’s all she needs. Forget about the other woman ‘cos that’s the best she can be.

  • Stellamaris August 2, 2012 at 11:55 pm

    What can i say…bt if ds is wat i tink,den its vry sad

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