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The last statement at the ending is completely true👇🏾.

I imagine that I write this down with as much flourish as I would've said it had we met in person, but we would never meet in person dear Reader. It's not because I'm not going to like you or because you are going to love me too much. It's for our protection (not the sexual kind).

They say a baby is like a band aid. You don't think so? Argue with the nearest person closest to you then. Literally? Figuratively? I am neither.

Juanita, the main progenitor of this story was a virgin poet when she got married but if that makes a healthy marriage anywhere else, it doesn't necessarily in Nigeria where Juanita and her husband are proud citizens.

But Fifteen years later, Juanita's husband would die. Childless. A month after that, Juanita would suspect pregnancy. But her late husband has a lot of enemies who would get between her and taking that test! Guns, machetes, drugs, police, clean and unclean bills and organised crime…

Back up.

Back up just a bit.

I actually think I might be going too fast. Let me start all over dear Reader, just to be kind to you.

Once upon a time, there lived a Nigerian wife who used to be a virgin poet. Her name was (and still is, at the moment you're reading this) JUANITA.

The first statement at the beginning is completely false👆🏾.