I am pregnant!
Am I dreaming?
Is this me?
Is this still me!?
I feel as though I have awakened in an alternate reality.
Strange and weird things are happening to me.
So I went to see my doctor after my weekend of lust.
Erhhhm…we ‘nacked’ without a condom. Don’t judge me, biko; it is not as if I planned to go to Obudu Cattle Ranch and fornicate.
So the results show that I had sex within forty-eight hours of the test. I had bruising and secretions indicative of sexual intercourse. So I am not as crazy as I thought. It happened.
So the results came back negative for any infections and positive for pregnancy.
No. It is not TRex’s child. I don’t know how to explain it to you, but this pregnancy happened in Obudu Cattle Ranch. I am a woman; I know my body and myself. This pregnancy is not due process or procedure.
I am resigned to my fate because, in the middle of all this drama. My world is changing. The beautiful things manifesting in my life now all point to one constant…I am being prepared to mother this baby.
Let me explain.
I unsuccessfully applied for citizenship two years ago. The fees are non-refundable. The embassy called me yesterday to offer me full citizenship. As the true daughter of my father, I asked, “why?”
Derrick, they said that a writing residency I just applied for in their country changed their mind. Derrick, I also got the writing residency! It will be for eighteen months. I will be gone for almost two years, and I need not return, come to think of it.
I don’t think you understand the benefits of the residency, it is covering two return tickets to Nigeria, allowances for my children, stipends for up to five dependants and a financial incentive in tens of thousands of dollars.
Derrick, I have the documents. The embassy sent all of them via courier. Derrick, I now have dual citizenship.
Hmmm… I almost forgot. There was a training proposal I sent to the national civil service. I got back from Obudu Cattle Ranch and saw an email inviting me to come over and sign the paperwork. It is a corporate training exercise I proposed to hold in Dubai, and my invoice was in dollars.
I am shaking as I am writing this. I have stopped being afraid, but all these have my heart palpitating. I don’t know what to think. I thought I was running mad, but now I am scared to think. It is like what I feel and think about happens in hours.
Just in case anything happens to me, let it not be said that I confided in no one. At least you know.
I got five friends to follow up on the visa, residency and contract. Derrick, they are all tangible and verifiable. I wired money to Dubai today. They have acknowledged receipt of the money I sent Derrick.
I am not mad. I have a sound mind. So when I tell you something is happening, it is.
I can feel the changes in my body.
It is well with me.
Later bruh.
Chi.