My dilemma

A Novel on the life of a Nigerian girl 'My dillema' “On my way” I heard my little bro calling out to one of his friends. It’s monday morning and everyone is going out to their different destinations except me, why? because I have nowhere to go. Okay here is my story, my name is sophie and I will be 19 by December although its still August. I graduated secondary school three years ago, and also had a tragic experience the same year. My mum is an event planner, we now live in Lagos and my dad is a doctor here. Three years ago after I graduated secondary school then we were based in Ibadan while Dad works in Lagos here, I decided to visit my dad in lagos and stay with him for while just to experience what life is like in the popular city of Lagos, Dad was against it at first but after a lot of tears he agreed, well the vacation wasn’t as sweet as I expected or should I say dreamt it will be ( I’ve got this great imagination built up in my head about the whole fun) dad was always at work so we couldn’t hang that much and it’s dangerous letting a teenager like me who has never experienced the life of a lagosian before, so the whole experience turn out boring and I end up missing my mom and my younger siblings. On the day I was returning back Ibadan dad decided to see me off to the garage(car park) before heading off to work. The ride from lagos to Ibadan was uneventful, when I alight the bus in Ibadan, I took a cab going to my side and it was around that time I had a blackout.The next time I opened my eyes was in a hospital, the whole room was full of beeping sounds, I looked around but there was no one there when I tried to call out for someone my throat was dry and sour, my voice came out cracky and hoarse. But the changes in the beeping sound got the doctors attention. When I saw my parents face my heart broke, the look hagard. My mum came running to me crying. “Oh baby!! I thought we..... No no I can’t even think of losing you again.....” She broke into another sob. Dad came forward too tears running down his face. “Oh!!! sweetheart I am so sorry, I should have brought my baby girl home my self, I am so so sorry I let you down” I couldn’t help crying too, they looked so lost. Suddenly I felt something strange in my stomach. I looked down and noticed my stomach was round and slightly bigger than normal. I looked back at moms face she looked sad, dad couldn’t look at me straight in the eye and I knew something bad was wrong with me but then I never imagined my self pregnant cause there was no way it could happen. Oh!!! How did I get to Know so soon? Mom was blabbering and blurted the word 'pregnant' out, well that was the only word I picked before I started panicking. I was so scared, what do I know about being a mother at barely 16 then, suddenly I couldn’t breathe and started suffocating, my lungs were so tight and hot tears were running down my cheeks. How do I face my friends, my education, I don’t even have job and oh my God!!! Who is the father??? All sort of questions keep rushing to my mind and I started having a panick attack. The doctors came back in sent mum and dad out to calm me down. Later dad and mum came in with a man and a woman, they were both around their early thirties, they looked calm and friendly. The man was a police officer and the woman was my new therapist.The police officer Mr Adedeji, I later on gave the credit of being a smart man, I use to know Nigeria police officers to be dumb, stupid and selfish but this one in particular proved me wrong, he is considerate and nice. And Mrs Williams I won’t ever forget is like a family, she doesn’t push me too much in regaining my memory back and is very good at what she does. had a partial memory loss, my brain decided to delete what happened during my a*******n, no matter how hard I pushed it was not coming, I had lots of questions which only I can answer still I had no answer till now maybe eternity. Maybe deep down in my mind I was not ready to remember things, maybe I’m just scared of what it’s going to be since I have something precious to protect. Yeap funny at the age of 18, I’m a mom to a kid some will call that bad luck and still I do really find her precious. But sincerely I’m not really playing the mom’s role more like a sister. Things has changed a lot since that bad event, it’s like I’m just lucky I have just one thing to myself, a wonderful family. Ok let me start with my siblings, my immediate junior brother Emmanuel (15yrs) we don’t get along that much even when on the same point we still argue but still I’m his best advisor, he has this way of making me feel special and he is joan’s (my kid) super hero . She’s always with him, and he loves her too , next is my little sister Jessica, our last born and also Joan’s official mom she’s 12years old but God that girl is more matured intellectually than her age, she says I’m her best friend, we are very close and since we are the two girls also rivals, she’s always in my space but I’m not complaining I secretly love that just won’t say that to her might end up regretting it. Mom and dad, well they keep the family going, the decision maker my super heros, made great decisions and are always ready to sacrifice for our safety, the first few months after the incident was tough on everyone and called for a drastic change, luckily but unfortunate the incident was after our third term at school, we had to move to Lagos and settle down before mid term the next session, the impact on my siblings education was not much, except for the change of school and environment drama which was overgrown quickly. Back to the present, my siblings are on their way to school now, well mom always drop Joan at the creche on her way to work, Emmy and Jessica attends the same school, a very expensive one to be precise and I mean very very expensive, that’s another thing I don’t understand since the accident, a man just came out of nowhere and changed our life drastically ' for the best though' he took it upon himself to carry our finical burden, although my dad is not poor we live averagely okay and we don’t lack things in our life, but now we are beyond average. Now everything for us is now on the Elite's level, my younger siblings switched to Kings and Queens academy, a school for the elites children and I mean people like celebs, politicians, parents working abroad who wants the best education for the children at home. And that was new to us all when we first got here, took a lot of efforts but we’re now adapting to our new life. And yes me, yeah yeah I did my jamb early this before I was hoping for an admission to unilag or University of Ibadan and that was before the accident, but now I applied for a private University and one of the best and most expensive in this country, any it’s thanks to our long leg ahjushi as I do call our benefactor ( a name from my kdramas and I mean city Hunter) I love kdramas, they lift my spirits off my troubles. Like the past years I spent at home while my friends were gaining admission into various University in the country and I was depressed. It was really hard but I got motivations from my parent and held my head high and focus how to make the best out of my life. While I was reminiscing about my past I ended up falling asleep and I woke up later to the sound of someone coming into the house, I looked up and it’s just 12 pm, now I’m freaking no one is suppose to be back home yet. Ok.... I need to calm down first Concentrate on breathing!!! What’s next... Ok look for a weapon , ohhh I need to check if my door is locked... But no it’s not locked and no weapon in the room, so now I’m all on God..