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BN Prose: Ezinne, Daddy’s Trophy Daughter by Bondi Bilala



For most of her life, Ezinne felt like she lived in a cage, in a barricade despite the affluent lifestyle she had been blessed with. Having been born to a politician father there was always set rules. It was always “Don’t disgrace this family Ezinne” or “Don’t you know you have a family name to uphold?

She had been reminded constantly not to bring shame to her father’s name, after all what politician gunning for the highest post, as his ultimate dream wanted a tainted name? She had striven to be the best in class, graduated valedictorian and attended an Ivy League university. Indeed she was a trophy daughter and that’s how it ought to have been but there was one little glitch.


Alex had shown Ezinne a way out. He lived fast and dangerous, but also carefree. With Alex, she didn’t feel like a prisoner in her own world. She had met him at one of those awful prestigious dinners her father always dragged the family to. He too was a son of a politician but he didn’t live in a prison. She always felt choked at these dinners and decided to step out for air one day.

She breathed in as she scanned the area. She longed for freedom from her father’s ambition and this lifestyle. Her mum, her poor mum had been the ideal politician’s wife. Always seen, never heard. Kept up appearances, never complained when her house was turned into a campaign office. She knew her mum was tired too. She saw the fatigue in her eyes, it wore her shoulders down, and it laced her fake smile, which she had perfected over the years.

Freedom. Ezinne longed for it as she took in a deep breath once more. Except this time it wasn’t so fresh anymore. She coughed a bit and swatted her face as she realised someone was smoking around her. She turned to see who it was and there he was. Leaning on the side of building, one leg propped against the wall, the other firm on the ground. He dragged his cigarette one more time and blew out before speaking coolly.

“Escaping paradise?” he asked sarcastically and stepped out into the light.
Alex. He was tall and slim, built for a basketball player. He wore a suit vest with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows. She noticed his eyes; they drew her in, maybe because it was hazel and rare for Nigerians. For a minute she lost herself

“Earth to…?” He asked again. She snapped back to reality and realized he was asking her name.

“Ezinne” She replied. Deliberately keeping her father’s name out.
“I’m Alex,” he said back with a side smile. She melted on the inside.

Pull yourself together woman, her subconscious chastened. Quick say something sensible.

But she couldn’t. With Alex her brain was shut off, her valedictorian brain no longer worked. Everything paused in awe of his presence. And they had started their illicit affair. He introduced her to his own world where she met other affluent kids who engaged in sex, drugs and car racing. And suddenly she didn’t feel alone.

She loved him with every bone in her. He had been her first and he had been a good lover. Oh how she loved the rebellion till the day she found out she was pregnant.

“WHAT?” Her father roared from the head of the table. Ezinne could have sworn she felt the earth shake, her mother cowered inwards, head bowed as Ezinne did too. Even the maid serving breakfast quickly filled up his cup and ran to the kitchen. She could already hear the gossip enfolding in the kitchen

Ahh small madam don carry belle oh. Oga wan kill am.

She cringed. She had done it; she had finally brought shame to the family.

“You will not have that bastard of a baby in my house, get rid of it. Ada take care of it,” he barked at his wife as he got up and stormed away from the table leaving a horrified mother and daughter. Ezinne could not believe her ears. Her father had ordered an abortion. A catholic, a whole catholic! All in the name of his political career. She stared helplessly as her mother came round to hug her and they wept together.

She had disappointed her mother. In all her years of trying to be the perfect daughter, her mother had been the reason she stayed sane and now she had let her down.

“It’s okay Nne, don’t cry, we’ll figure something out,” her mother said in her calmest tone, even though she was very scared.

The year had gone by so fast; her tummy had grown and expanded so much she began to call herself a house. But she wasn’t alone, her mother had stayed back even after her father had threatened to kill them both. Her mum had been her rock, she did not chastise her but she looked after her, took her shopping for the baby. She was going to have a boy.

Oh her baby boy. He was coming and he was coming fast. He was a bit impatient like his father, Alex. He kicked furiously as if to say he was bored on the inside. And now that it was time he was ready to come out.

The pain. It blinded her. Her vision was blurred and her screams could be heard from the hospital’s gates. She used all the strength in her to push.

“Puuuushhhhh!” the doctor exclaimed
Ezinne wanted to scream at him. Wasn’t she doing that already? She collapsed on her back, tears running down the side of her face. She closed her eyes and said a little prayer. Her mum cheered her on

“Nne you can do it, please” she gave her hand a little squeeze but she didn’t feel like she could.

And then she felt a strong firm hand on her shoulder and another squeeze. Turning to her other side, she saw her father.

After eight good months, she saw him again, not on her TV but in reality. He smiled at her and said

“Nne don’t disappoint me, you are stronger than this” and she smiled back. He was teasing her. He had forgiven her. That gave her strength as she pushed one last time.

He came back for her. After all, she was family and you don’t turn your back on family.

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Bondi Bilala was born in 1992 in Abuja, Nigeria. Studied International Relations in University of Westminster and is currently in Master’s Programme in University of Warwick. She has undertaken short courses in Fashion Journalism and Lifestyle journalism and blogs at Scarlett’s Diary.

Born 1992 in Abuja, Nigeria. Studied International Relations in University of Westminster and is Currently in Master's Programme in University of Warwick. She has undertaken short courses in Fashion Journalism and Lifestyle journalism and owns a blog.


  1. leigh

    August 13, 2013 at 9:04 am is indeed everything.

  2. Dame Cute

    August 13, 2013 at 9:24 am

    Beautiful piece, family over everything anyday anytime

  3. teebaby

    August 13, 2013 at 9:33 am

    Very beautiful

  4. gbemi

    August 13, 2013 at 9:40 am

    Brilliant piece!!!!

  5. X- Factor

    August 13, 2013 at 9:57 am


  6. Em

    August 13, 2013 at 10:01 am

    Awwww…. Nice! Wat happened to Alex pls?

  7. Tope

    August 13, 2013 at 10:04 am

    so predictable, and what they live happily ever after. Please… Bondi , push yourself, delve into the descriptions so we can become part of the story as opposed to being fed aan unrealistic fairy tale

    • Aminawon

      August 13, 2013 at 12:08 pm

      I didnt see any hapilly ever after here. Forgiveness gave her strenght to move forward…simple.

      Doesnt mean her life will be rosy afterwards

  8. nma

    August 13, 2013 at 10:05 am

    lovely indeed!!!

  9. Gina

    August 13, 2013 at 10:10 am

    Woww!teary eyes.

  10. Florence

    August 13, 2013 at 10:19 am

    Yea, FAmily oVer Everything…..

  11. hauwa

    August 13, 2013 at 10:20 am

    where was Alex in the 8 months too? Arsehole had taken off abi? Family rocks. They always have your back no matter what! Brilliant piece.

  12. Ore

    August 13, 2013 at 10:20 am

    Beautiful story!..and well written. Well done Bondi

  13. marvel

    August 13, 2013 at 10:28 am

    @ Tope don’t deceive yourself. I have seen it happen a number of times in my life. After raging and shouting, some of the most difficult situations sort themselves out. Nice one! I was touched by the end.

  14. Sadiq

    August 13, 2013 at 11:35 am


  15. shhhhh

    August 13, 2013 at 11:54 am

    Family will always be family. They always got your back when others flee. Lovely and touching piece. I’m taken back to memory lane.


    August 13, 2013 at 12:00 pm

    how sweet.

  17. Funmi

    August 13, 2013 at 12:05 pm

    some dont have such happy ending thou. sadly, very nice read

  18. Jay

    August 13, 2013 at 12:55 pm

    Lovely! Clapping for you right now.

  19. phyl

    August 13, 2013 at 2:34 pm

    Tears in my eyes I need a box of tissue!!

  20. Mariaah

    August 13, 2013 at 4:08 pm

    AWWwwnn Papa came back!! Family is indeed everything..

    The joy I felt yesterday the moment I opened my cousin’s WAEC result OMG like it was my first son that passed the exam LOL!! I had tears in my eyes. We are cousins but I consider him family..

    YUP!! Bad boy ALEX FLED!! No one can tell me nofin! :p

  21. Loma

    August 13, 2013 at 4:57 pm

    Lovely, I really like it!

  22. Catherine

    August 13, 2013 at 5:20 pm

    Wow amazing writing

  23. Bobosteke & Lara Bian

    August 13, 2013 at 6:08 pm

    That deal about upholding the family name… God help me, but no matter how great I become, I would like that if my kids get in any trouble, home will be the first place they would think of to run to and not away from for the requisite shouting bout, tears and safety found in love.

  24. Ezinne V

    August 13, 2013 at 7:49 pm

    Story of my life….except the rich and pregnant part

  25. marian

    August 13, 2013 at 9:14 pm


  26. the special one

    August 14, 2013 at 5:10 pm

    serzly how did Alex just disappear from the story at some point. lol

  27. ada

    August 14, 2013 at 6:00 pm

    It’s really good that her father came back

  28. beeess

    August 15, 2013 at 1:01 am

    I actually love the simplicity of the story. Lovely…

  29. Lizzie

    August 16, 2013 at 10:57 pm

    I love…. Well done Bondi

  30. Hurpeyeahmie

    October 9, 2013 at 1:42 pm


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