I still remember the early morning that changed my life and story. My name is Peace, I was 17 years old, in senior secondary (ss2) and so much in love with my childhood sweetheart Mike. He was just 2 years older than me and just finished secondary school.
Mike's family knew about us, though my mom kept warning me to limit the amount of time I spend with him because his a boy.
On my 17th birthday, I allowed him pop my cherry, it became a regular thing, I didn't think much of it, afterall he is my future husband. Then came the morning sickness, I missed school for almost 2 weeks because of fever coupled with vomiting and fatigue.
My mom sat me down one morning after breakfast and asked -; Peace who is responsible for this pregnancy? Are you going to tell me the truth or I should involve your father? Mom! God forbid!! I shouted. Am not pregnant, am too young to be pregnant.
She asked the last time I got my period and after much calculation, I realized it was 1 month+ late, still all her effort to hear a name from my mouth proved abortive.
Early the next morning, I rushed off to Mike's house, knocked on his window so as not to wake his parents. Mike is the only child while we are just 2 girls, my elder sister stays in the City of Lagos State.
He came out when he heard my voice and we went to our hideout. "Baby" he began, why are you crying this early morning? Am pregnant Mike, am finished! am dead!!! I kept shouting. No you are not, but are you sure? How did you find out? Mike asked with fear written all over him. My mom asked me yesterday, then bought a test strip from the chemist, she ran the test and it's positive. I rushed to tell you because I know she will tell my father, she have been asking me who is responsible but I didn't say anything.
Baby we are in this together okay, I won't leave you so stop crying, Mike said. We went back to his house together and the parents were awake already.
Good morning Mama, good morning Papa, I greeted. Peace my daughter how are you? his mother asked, am fine mama. Mama and papa we have something to tell you, Mike started while holding my hand.