"….. is this what i sent you to do in school? after all my money, ehh Uche??…." mom's voice broke off into loud sobs.
I listened as everyone of them took turns to verbally assault me. Still unmoved, i sat with my entire being focused on dad, anticipating the first words off his lips. Waiting, for what seemed like the final judgement.

Well, you already know my name is Uche, and i am the favourite child of my parents. Ok, i used to be the favourite child of my family at some point, until 'unilag' happened.
Sitting here watching mom and every other family member display so much disgust at my two month old foetus has taught me two things in life.

First - "everyone's your friend, until you get screwed" and
Second - "my family is probably the worst on earth's surface ".

Yes, I shouldn't be pregnant at age 17. I should have been in class like every other normal 200 level student instead of turning up at every single party organized on campus. I'm very well aware of that, but, if mom had been present through out my secondary school days to teach me sex education or whatever it's titled now, my life would probably have turned out differently. If dad had been more like a father, instead of a financial sponsor, I would probably have an entirely different story. If I had spent my early teenage days with my family, instead of a boarding house filled with girls, I would undoubtedly have turned out to be a normal teen aiming for first class. But well, you can't always have it all in life now can you?

Its two years now and I still am anticipating dad's first words concerning this issue. I'm guessing he's scared to say what he really feels, or maybe he's just a coward hiding behind the silence, or maybe it's cos we no longer live under the same roof after being disowned.
But like I said, two years now and still…. I feel no shame.
Uchay.