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BABY MAMA



It's really quite a great challenge to be alone, caring for a love child. Having a love child or being a baby mama as it's popularly called these days is a nasty experience. It looks cool at the beginning, especially when one is associated with a rich or popular guy. But, when the chips are down, the mama will have to face the wall every night, not knowing whether she is married or not.

While I look at the challenges of single mothers, I think the most depressing thing is the marital status confusion. Sometimes, she would say she is married, for social convenience and sometimes she would say she isn't, when she wants to be real or true to herself. She would not even be sure whether she still loves the man or not. She might even wonder if the man could visit her bed any time he wishes. If another guy is lurking around, she also has to battle the mixed thought of the legality or the morality of any sexual experience whether with the father of her child or with a new guy.

Apart from the confusion, she also has to battle fear. She's got a love child which most of the time wasn't her intention; she's afraid whether the new sheriff in town is also a hit and run fast Lamborghini. She has to battle with depression based on her past experiences and also anxiety provoked by uncertainty about the future. With a baby mama, nothing is sure, no one is a sure bet, either! She may cope with all these problems going forward, but the society sometimes pushes her to the precipice by calling her child a bastard or illegitimate. She may be defiant to whatever label they stamp on her, but she's mad over what the cruel world says about her innocent child who is a product of a good-circumstance-turned-ugly-by-change-of-situation!


*EXRADALLENUM OLUSEGUN AKINSANYA*

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