I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband PART 8

My eyes opened. My blood pressure must have increased because i woke up to the sound of the machine blaring. I figured i was in the hospital, but why?

Uncle Charles came rushing into the room with the doctor. Apparently he was in the room with me when the noise from the machine started so he ran off to get the doctor. I tried to speak to him.

Why am i here, i asked? I got hit by a car. How did you find me?

He looked at me in a strange manner, and glanced back at the doctor. I heard the doctor tell him not to worry. He was checking my pulse. He said it is common for people who have been unconscious to be a bit confused when they wake up. "I'd advise you to take your time and explain things to her."

What did he mean by that? Explain what?

What's wrong with me Uncle Charles? What do you need to explain?

His eyes fell. I could tell it was something bad. Then i remembered sister Joyce calling me names.

Why was sister calling me names the other time? She called me a LovePeddler.... Wait...I remember.... And before i could say it, he confirmed my memory as he said .."You are pregnant. Nkechi, you are pregnant for me."

Does sister know it is yours? I asked.

"Yes. I told her while you were unconscious. You've been asleep for two days now. I had to stay with you to make sure nothing happened because she was threatening all sorts. Life is ironical. It took a situation like this to keep that woman at home. Do you know she has not left the house since? She finally remembers Nnamdi is her son." He shook his head and sighed deeply.

And just like that...Like a bolt of lightening, reality hit me. I had messed up my life, practically ruined my sister's marriage and now i am carrying a child who will be brought into all this mess. I mean, i can't plan to marry Uncle Charles. God forbid. I mean i love him. I know it's pathetic but he really is a good man, and i have developed strong feelings for him. But the weight of my guilt and what i have done far surpasses all that.

Maybe he could read my mind, because he reached for my hand and held it softly. He told me he was going to be there for me no matter what. "Nkechi, I won't ask you to do anything to endanger your life. I will take care of you and make sure that nothing happens to you or the...."

My tears must have stopped him. But i couldn't tell him my thoughts. I just smiled.

The doctor had left but just came back in to check me again. Uncle Charles asked when i could be discharged and he said i ought to be observed for one more week. But seeing as i was talking properly and had regained full memory, i could leave sooner.

That's when the thought hit me. I couldn't go back to that house. Not after all this.


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Two days later, I was to be discharged and Uncle Charles had come to pick me up.

"Where can i take you to? He asked. Should i lodge you in a hotel?"

I could see he was a bit worried because i had not spoken about the pregnancy.

That was when i asked him to bring me here. You are my friend and I need your help. Yes i made a mistake and i was very foolish. I have created such a mess and I refuse for an innocent child to be brought into it. Please advice me. What should i do?



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Many thanks to all who have followed the story so far. Apologies for the long breaks. I write during my leisure time. I have summarized the end, lest it tarries longer...

*The story above is based on a true life story, but changed a bit to encourage active thought and conversation. In the real story, "Nkechi" fled the house during the night of the arguments. She had boarded a bus to return home to her family in the village, but she never made it. The bus had an accident. Nkechi died on the spot.*

Thanks for reading. Cheers.

I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband PART 7


I had fled from the house in the heat of shouts and arguments between Uncle Charles and Sister Joyce. I just couldn't bear it.
Sister Joyce was threatening to ruin my life...as if it had not been ruined already.

I didn't know where i was going. It was late...about 11pm at night. I didn't even take my things. I just took some money and left. I don't think they even realised i had left. They were shouting too loud. Well, Sister Joyce was the one shouting the most. Not that i blamed her though.

"Aunty where you dey go na?", asked Mohammed the gateman. "Wait make i call taxi for you."

I told him not to worry, as i sped past the gate and unto the dark street ahead. I figured I would walk down to the road and get a bus heading to Yaba. I had never bveen there before. But i remembered my friend Cynthia who was studying at Unilag. She used to live next door with her aunty until she got admission. She had always asked me to visit but i just felt Yaba was so far. You know i was a village girl, and Lagos always seemed to be a massive and scary place.

I got to the main road. I could see a bus stop across the road. I just figured i would wait there until a bus came. Maybe the conductor would give me directions.

Where did the car come from? Was it the tears in my eyes that blurred my vision? Was it the anxiety that clouded my sense of judgement? All i know is that i stepped unto the main express way to cross to the other side and a car came from no where... I was hit!


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I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband PART 6

It is funny how things go wrong. If i saw this coming, I would not have gone into it in the first place. But i guess that's what we all say.

Three months far in pregnancy and i had no clue! Sounds strange, huh?
You know what...now i think it is God's way of punishing me for what i did.

I noticed that i had put on a bit of weight. This i attributed to the fact that i was home on holiday from school. All i did was laze around the house.. take care of Nnamdi.. and get spoilt by my dearest Uncle Charles. He even complimented me a couple of times on my new full-figure. That only caused me to blush.

I am still trying to wrap my mind around it. I mean, i was seeing my period na. Although the doctor said it is possible in some rare cases. He said that a woman who is pregnant could sometimes spot or bleed, and this could even be a medical condition and life-threatening at worst.

I'm sure you want to know how the truth came out. Well, i'll tell you....

I had fallen sick. It was malaria. Ofcourse, i had no idea i was pregnant so i wasn't taking care of myself like a pregnant woman should. So there i was, with fever, headaches and loss of apetite. Sweet uncle Charles had gone out to get me some malaria drugs when it first started. We were just going to watch and see if i got any better. Sister Joyce had noticed too. But as her usual self, she just kind of brushed it aside and told me to take my drugs and eat.

That particular Saturday morning... Oh God...I can't really explain how it all happened.
Sister Joyce was still passed out in her bedroom.. They now slept in different bedrooms. So she was sha still sleeping, she had come back very late and very drunk the previous night.

By now it had been a week since my illness started. I had managed to get out of bed to make breakfast for the whole family. I sat in the kitchen to eat mine and that was when i vomitted and fainted.

Next thing i remembered was I woke up in the hospital. There was a nurse there checking on my drip when my eyes opened. I greeted her and asked her where i was and how i got there and where was uncle Charles. "Who brought me here? ,i asked". And with the most distasteful tone, she responded "Your elder sister and her husband are with the doctor". And then she walked away. I could have sworn she gave me a bad look. Anyway, i was too tired to respond. All i thought to myself was how rude nurses can be. Mscheeewwww.

Next thing i hear is a lday shouting down the hall way...

"SHE'S AWAKE, EH?!!"

NO OOOOO.... LEAVE ME. I MUST SEE HER. LET HER KNOW WHAT SHE HAS DONE."

I tried to sit up, but my head was banging. SO i just lay back down and kept listening. I figured it was Sister's voice. But why was she shouting?

The door flung open and she was stood screaming at me. The doctor and Uncle Charles were trying to restrain her.

"EVIL GIRL.... LovePeddler! AFTER ALL I HAVE DONE FOR YOU....IS THIS HOW YOU REPAY ME? WICKED GIRL!!!"

What had i done to deserve all this, i thought to myself.
I looked at the doctor and then at uncle Charles. "What's the matter uncle?"

YOU ARE PREGNANT!

I can't even remember who said it. All i know was that the room suddenly went dark as i slipped into the abyss of unconciousness...


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I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband Part 5

It had been almost 5 months since we started sleeping together. Apart from the fact that he was married to my sister, it was a beautiful relationship. We started to eat together and even watch movies together. Afterall, sister Joyce was hardly ever at home.
Not that this was an excuse for me to "snatch" her husband... i mean, i don't think i snatched Uncle Charles. I just had to do it. I had to keep him comfortable so he won't leave sister. And the man is not a bad man at all. I'm telling you...he makes it difficult for anyone to hate him.
Okay...i have to admit that there are times i wish that i was married to him instead of my sister. Oh and not to mention the countless times i have gone on my knees begging God to forgive me.

We have tried to stop sooooooo many times. I think we just kinda fell for each other.

(sighs)

I know you want to know how we got found out right?

(sobs)

Everything happened so quickly...I never meant for any of this...

Everything fell apart just last week and here i am.


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I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband PART 4


He sat on the edge of the bed, crying profusely in his hands. "Oh God....what have i done?.. Oh God. I am terrible...Nkechi...."

"Why is he crying?"

The surprising thing is that i didn't feel 'hate'... i actually pitied him. Uncle Charles is such a good man. He has been so good to me and my family. I mean, my mother died of breast cancer. Uncle Charles has been the one taking sister and i for routine medical checks. For goodness sake, this man is basically raising me.

These thoughts flooded my mind as i pulled the sheets to cover myself. And he just sat there crying. I really pitied him, and infact i started to shed tears...
Afterall, he was pushed to do this. If only sister would just stay at home and take care of him and her son, like a good wife and mother should.

I started to question my sentiments. Am i happy to do this? I thought to myself "God, i am a terrible sister." But no, i allowed it in order to save my sister's marriage. And besides, Uncle Charles has always been a charming...i mean, a nice man.

Shaking the thoughts off, and wiping my tears, i reached out to meet him at the edge of the bed. This only made him cry louder. He started to tell me how sorry he was... Oh God...I don't know what it was about all this that just made me weak inside. Before i even realised it, i put my arms around him. I was rubbing his back now. I could feel hot tears hit my bare shoulders as i whispered in his ears.."Uncle Charles, it is okay. I won't tell sister. I will take care of you and Nnamdi." He tried to free himself from my hold.."No Nkechi..I...". But i stopped his words as i kissed him, on the lips..He didn't resist. We did it again, but this time, it was more like love-making.

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I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband PART 4

He sat on the edge of the bed, crying profusely in his hands. "Oh God....what have i done?.. Oh God. I am terrible...Nkechi...."

"Why is he crying?"

The surprising thing is that i didn't feel 'hate'... i actually pitied him. Uncle Charles is such a good man. He has been so good to me and my family. I mean, my mother died of breast cancer. Uncle Charles has been the one taking sister and i for routine medical checks. For goodness sake, this man is basically raising me.

These thoughts flooded my mind as i pulled the sheets to cover myself. And he just sat there crying. I really pitied him, and infact i started to shed tears...
Afterall, he was pushed to do this. If only sister would just stay at home and take care of him and her son, like a good wife and mother should.

I started to question my sentiments. Am i happy to do this? I thought to myself "God, i am a terrible sister." But no, i allowed it in order to save my sister's marriage. And besides, Uncle Charles has always been a charming...i mean, a nice man.

Shaking the thoughts off, and wiping my tears, i reached out to meet him at the edge of the bed. This only made him cry louder. He started to tell me how sorry he was... Oh God...I don't know what it was about all this that just made me weak inside. Before i even realised it, i put my arms around him. I was rubbing his back now. I could feel hot tears hit my bare shoulders as i whispered in his ears.."Uncle Charles, it is okay. I won't tell sister. I will take care of you and Nnamdi." He tried to free himself from my hold.."No Nkechi..I...". But i stopped his words as i kissed him, on the lips..He didn't resist. We did it again, but this time, it was more like love-making.

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"Nkechi, you have to replace your sister. I'm not just talking about cooking, cleaning and looking after Nnamdi... I need to do.... Nkechi, we will have sex".

Horror flashed across her face as she screamed...WHAT?!!!

Uncle Charles!!!! How can you ask me for such a thing? How can....Oh my God..

She jumped to her feet and started walking towards her room, stopping to say, "I am leaving this house, RIGHT NOW!".

"Nkechi calm down. My mind is made up anyway...look, if you leave, i will divorce yous sister.

Where will you people go? To your grandmother who has been bed-ridden with diabetes? I have been the one keeping that woman alive. Or to your uncle in Enugu? You forget that his wife banned Joyce from ever stepping a foot in their house because of her reckless behaviours while she was living with them"

He moves closer to Nkechi who is now stood still facing him, realising how useless her situation is... "Nkechi you are an adult. Trust me, I would marry you if i could... you would make a better wife than your sister..eh...please just think about it". He made to touch her on the shoulder, but she shrugged his hands off and ran into her room crying.

A week passed, and nobody said anything about it. Nkechi hoped within herself that Uncle Charles had come back to his senses. But the fact that Joyce had spent two nights away from home was not helping matters. "What's sister's problem sef?". She was sat alone, thinking, in her room when her door opened. She raised her head to see Uncle Charles. They had not spoken about their discussion since that night, and here he was in her room...wearing only his undershorts.

Nkechi looks surprised, but soon her face is contorted into a 'knowing' frown. She barely mumbles, "Uncle what do you want?"

He said nothing. He simply looked at her and smiled.

She looked in his eyes and was surprised that instead of hate, she was feeling pity for him. As he came closer to sit by her on the bed, she shifted a little and began to stare at the floor. All sorts of thoughts flashed through her head. "It's only 8pm and sister is not yet back? But what if she comes back early today. Is Uncle Charles serious about this thing?" She shook her head at her thoughts.

She noticed how gentle he was as he tugged her a bit closer to him. She resisted a little, looking away from him. But she could see him smiling from the corner of her eyes. As she turned to look at him, he planted a kiss on her forehead.

Nkechi gasped a little. Her lips moved... Another kiss, on her lips.

She was defenseless.

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I'm Pregnant For My Sister's Husband PART 2


"But it's not like i just started sleeping with him na...I never meant for any of this to happen".

"I know Nkechi..but just tell me what happened". Looking at her curiously now, i asked, "I hope he didn't molest you".

"TUFIAKWA!", she screamed, throwing both hands in the air. "Uncle Charles is too decent for that...too gentle. My sister does not deserve him at all".

Now i'm beginning to think i am comforting a "husband-snatcher" so i ask with fading patience now, "So how did you get pregnant for him?"

She wipes her tears and continues her story...

One day uncle Charles got back from work late. He had travelled to Enugu and he stopped by the office before coming to the house. He was already tired and hungry by the time he got in at 9pm.

I noticed there was a change in his demeanor when he walked through the door. He looked upset about something. But i just figured it was because he was tired and hungry. So i quickly rushed to take his bag from him and greet him.

"Uncle welcome."

"Your sister is not at home, right?", he asked.

I was tired of making excuses for her. I've even had to lie on several occasions, saying she went to church for night-vigil. "No Sir", i answered.

He sighed deeply, and walked towards the 3-seater sofa, inviting me to take a seat.

"Nkechi, i'm going to divorce your sister".

Haaaa! Uncle please no oo...don't say that. God forbid. It will never happen. Tufiakwa!

While i was yet shaking my head, as if wishing his intentions away, snapping my fingers repeatedly amidst silent "tufiakwa's", Uncle Charles told me that he had made up his mind. He complained bitterly that night.

"Nnamdi does not know his mother again. That boy is will be three in December. The only time i see her close to him is when we go to church and i'm sure she does it to keep up appearances. Nkechi, you are an adult now. Some day, you too will get married."

I tried to speak here but he suddenly splurted "do you know we haven't Were Intimate for close to two years now?"

I quickly fixed my gaze at the floor to hide my embarrassment. I was so disappointed in my sister. What did this nice man do to deserve all this from her?

"People keep telling me they see my wife around town, in places where a married woman shouldn't be", he continued. "Thrice i have been called to say someone just saw my wife with a man". He shook his head at this point, with a sigh. Then he said, "Nkechi i am tired of her rubbish. And i am going to show her that i can also be a bad person".

As if regretting what he just said, he asked, "am i a bad man, Nkechi? Do i treat your sister wrong".

I was already sobbing at this point. All i could do was to shake my head, with my face clasped in my hands.

"Why can't she be like you?

See how Nnamdi loves you so much, as if you are his mother. You have been the one cooking my meals for me all these years. You clean after me and her also. Nkechi you have really taken care of me and my son. If only i had met you before...."

I already felt a lump grow in my throat...but he didn't finish his statement. I thought to myself how frustrated he must be.

Then he said, "You have to help your sister oh. If you don't want me to leave her. Because i am tired. TIRED!"

I knelt before him... "Uncle you know i will do anything. I will quit school and take care of Nnamdi. I know sister has been bad to you....i will....Uncle i will talk to her ehh....She will listen to me. Or i'll call Uncle in Enugu. He will talk to her. After all he practically raised her. Please Uncle Charles, don't divorce Sister Joyce".

The next words that came out of his mouth are the last thing i remember of my "good life".

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Okay, before you judge me, you need to hear my story. Okay not mine, her's.

SHE is Nkechi.

Up until last month, Nkechi had an elder sister (her only sister, Joyce). In tears, she narrated a truly touching story of how she lost her only sister, dropped out of school and is now faced with the decision of aborting a 3month old pregnancy.

Nkechi and her sister come from a very poor background. Their mother died of breast cancer when Nkechi was two and the father was and still is a drunk. Both girls were sent to live with their only surviving grandmother in the village. When Nkechi was three, her mother's brother came visiting with his wife.

'Mama', he said, 'we have decided to take Joyce to live with us in Enugu. At least we can send her to school'. But the mother pleaded for both girls to be taken together. 'They have never been apart since their mother died. Besides Nkechi is only two. Joyce is six, and she helps me take care of her sibling and also with chores in the house'. Her pleas fell on deaf ears though, as all they did was promise to send money for Nkechi's upkeep.

Enugu was a new experience for Joyce. She had never been away from the village, so city life was a plethora of adventures. She always got into trouble with her uncle's wife, either for coming late from school, keeping bad company, hanging outside the compound with street boys or delaying on finishing chores. Her uncle though was determined to fulfill his promise, if not for anything, as an honour to his late sister. After all, he thought to himself, 'I could not do anything for her when she had breast cancer because i was only an apprentice. I had no money to take care of my sister or buy her drugs. I watched her die a slow and painful death. The least i could do is to train Joyce'. Although sometimes he wondered if he picked the wrong sister.

Time passed, and thankfully Joyce managed to keep her cool to go through a diploma program in the University. This was where she met Charles. They met at her friend's party and some how Joyce found herself attracted to this calm-looking, well-dressed young man. Not her usual type. Perhaps it was because he came in a car or his clothes looked expensive. She wondered if the car was truly his and she got her opportunity to ask when he offered her and her three 'crazy' friends a ride home.

'How can a student like you afford a car'?, she asked. He laughed at her crude confidence to ask such a question, just like that. 'It belongs to my father', he said, deciding within himself not to lie to impress her. As the car ride continued, she found out that Charles was the only son of his father. He was in his final year, studying Mechanical Engineering and is prospecting to work in his Uncle's construction company once he qualifies. She also found out that she liked him a bit, and was relieved to think he thought the same, as he asked for her number when he dropped her off.

The next two years saw Charles get married to Joyce who was now a matured, calm wife-material. Or so it seemed.

Nkechi was had just finished seconday school in the village. Joyce brought her to stay with them, having relocated to Lagos. After all, she was expecting her first child some time soon. Besides, Charles was doing very well financially and had opted to take care of Nkechi's education if she wanted to go to University.

Everything seemed fine, or so Nkechi thought. She was finally reunited with her sister and was getting the training she deserved. She didn't mind cooking, cleaning or taking care of her new-born nephew. It was the least she could do for her sister and the best brother in law she could have ever dreamt to have. However, this good feeling didn't last because something weird happened to her sister. Something happened, she couldn't explain what, but something definitely happened.

'What would make a wife and mother of a one year old stay go out all day, partying and clubbing', she asked me. She paused staring at me through her tears as if to get an answer and just before i could utter anything, she continued ,'i mean, sister Joyce would come back home by 11pm or sometimes early hours of the morning, sometimes drunk!'. She went on to explain how it had just started as night-outs with new-found friends every other week, but it now became an everyday occurrence. 'Nnamdi thinks i am his mother because she is never around to take care of him.... and uncle Charles.... well that's how it all started. See now i'm pregnant for her husband. It's all her fault!'

While i tried to wrap my mind around her story to figure out how her sister made her get pregnant for her own husband, Nkechi wept in the corner of my couch. 'So what happened?', I asked. 'How did you start sleeping with him?'

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