All Chapters of Mummy, i didn’t Run Away: The Unwanted Child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mummy, I'm not blaming you for anything. I know you tried your best to give me what you could, even as a young teenager who got pregnant out of wedlock with my father when he wasn't even in the picture, someone I never even got to know, so I truly understand your frustration.I understand why you kept taking it out on me, because every single time you caught the opportunity, you would look at me and tell me how cruel my biological father was to you, how he made you suffer through your youth. And because I am the spitting image of him, because you always said I had his face and his eyes and I reminded you of everything he put you through, you transferred all that pain and aggression straight onto me. Even though I didn't know him, even though I had nothing to do with it, I was the one who paid for his sins.Even when men mocked you as a young single mother, and even when the heavy pressure of it weighed you down before you finally settled, you took a lot of that anger out on me. And ev

So when the opportunity presented itself for me to leave the country, I didn’t think twice. All I wanted was to make you proud. All I wanted was to prove you wrong, to prove your husband wrong, and to tell you that even though my coming into your life brought you shame, agony, and pain, I could clean it. I could still wipe your tears.I wanted to bring a smile to your face. I wanted you to stand in the midst of your friends and mates, beat your chest, and say your first fruit, Juliet, was making you proud, that your first child had put a smile on your face. I wanted you to take back the words you kept telling me, that you regretted the day I came into your life, that you regretted making me with my father. I just wanted you to find a reason to finally accept me. I wanted to prove to your husband that I wasn’t worthless, that I would become something.Whatever I went through in that house was nothing to me. I wasn’t angry or upset. I just wanted to do something to pay you back, to say

Madame Veronica asked for my phone number before I left her office that day. Yes, she did, and I gave it to her.The next morning, I woke up terribly late because I hadn't slept a wink. When I finally dragged myself up, there was no time to brush my teeth or freshen up. I just changed my clothes, grabbed my bag, and ran straight to class, praying the 7:00 AM test hadn't started yet.Thank God I caught it just in time. I sat at the back of the lecture hall, my eyes dimming, my head throbbing with a splitting headache. The previous day's conversation barely registered; all I wanted was to survive that test. Finally, the papers were handed out, and I wrote as best as I could. I know you always said I wasn't naturally bright, Mummy, but I pushed through it.When I stepped out of the classroom, I checked my bag and realized with a sinking heart that I had forgotten my phone at home. To make matters worse, I had two more back-to-back classes to attend—four extra hours to sit through before

The driver pulled out of the compound, but we weren't heading toward any airport. Instead, he steered the bus onto the northern route, heading straight toward the northern region.None of us said a word. We couldn't even speak. We were far too scared to whisper or gossip about Madame Veronica—not after what we had just witnessed in that room, and not after taking that terrifying oath.It was a grueling, nearly ten-hour drive before we finally crossed into Niger. We were completely pressed, exhausted, and desperately hungry, but the driver didn't make a single stop along the stretch. Immediately we crossed the border, the driver parked, opened the bus doors, and all of us rushed to a nearby bush just to relieve ourselves. We had arrived late, almost at midnight, and there was nowhere to buy food, nothing for us to eat at all. We had no choice but to stay locked inside the bus, sleeping right there on the seats through the night.The next morning, we hit the road again. But this time ar

We finally reached a coastal warehouse area. The place was a bit far from the Libyan sea, but it wasn’t just us, there were so many people packed into the space, filling numerous abandoned houses. The place was filthy, overcrowded, and swarming with young girls, young boys, and even children. They had all been brought there by different madams and agents. While some claimed to be sponsored by family members already living in Europe, I could tell that the vast majority of them were being actively trafficked.We didn’t get our own room. Instead, we were smuggled into a room that was already heavily occupied. The moment we stepped inside, the girls currently in the room started complaining bitterly.“Please, we are squeezed enough! What is this?” they shouted. “Why are you adding more people? Do you want to pack us or load us like sardines? Do you want us to die? Do you want us to choke?!”The people in charge of the building didn’t even care. They completely ignored the complaints and s