True Life Story: My Sister Is Pregnant For Me And We Are Getting Married Soon-Pt 2

True Life Story: My Sister Is Pregnant For Me And We Are Getting Married Soon-Pt 2

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Part 2:

On getting home, I found my father home alone. He looked smaller and shrunken. Infact, he looked ten years older.

“What’s wrong father? Are you ill?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “l’m fine.”

I looked around, “where’s Mama, where’s Chinwe?”

He shook his head, “They’ve gone.”

“Where?”

“They’ve left me, they now live down the street, beside the Church.”

I couldn’t believe it. I knew that they were having issues. But l couldn’t believe that Chinwe would just follow Mama like that and leave our father.

“Chinwe can’t leave you Papa. She’s your only daughter, you shouldn’t have allowed Mama to take her away from you,” I said.

Tears came to my father’s eyes.

“So you don’t know, Chinwe didn’t know too.”

“Know what Papa?” I demanded.

“Chinwe isn’t my daughter. And Mama isn’t your mother. You are the son that l had from my first wife who died at childbirth. And Mama had Chinwe for another man before she met me. Even though l did my best to raise Chinwe as my own child. But she’s not really mine.”

I sat down. The news hit me like a hammer. Imagine being brought up thinking that a woman is your mother, only to find out that the woman isn’t even related to you.

Then something struck me.

“Are you trying to tell me that…that…Chinwe isn’t my sister? That we aren’t even related at all?”

My father shook his head.

“She’s your sister.”

“But if her mother isn’t my mother and my father isn’t her father, then we aren’t related at all. We aren’t even cousins!”

My father didn’t reply. And even if he had, l probably wouldn’t have heard him. I was in a world of my own, thinking my own thoughts. All of a sudden, l felt a great burden lift from me. So Chinwe isn’t really my sister. That meant that the Love l felt for her wasn’t such a sin!

In a rush, l went to Mama’s new house. There l met Chinwe sitting outside. On sighting me, she rushed into my arms, so happy to see me. I went in to see Mama, and immediately noticed that her reception was cold.

“What do you want here,” she asked, “haven’t your father told you the truth that l’m not your mother?” She asked.

I looked at Chinwe, but she didn’t looked shocked at the news, Mama must have told her everything long ago.

“But l’ve never been bad to you Mama,” l protested.

But Mama didn’t want to listen, and l left the house in disappointment. Chinwe had just recently bought a phone, so we exchanged contacts before l left Mama’s house, so at least l got something from my visit. The next week, l left for Lagos.

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The years passed. I finished school, and with the assistance of my uncle, l got a very good job in a big insurance firm. Within a year, l was driving my own car. And l regularly sent money home to my father and to Chinwe as well; who regularly talked with me on the phone. But our conversations on the phone were restricted to knowing how each other was doing, and stuff like that. I never made the mistake of revealing any hint of my passion for her during our calls.

Then one day, l heard a knock on my door. I opened the door, and was shocked to see Chinwe standing there. It was raining and she was dripping wet. I pulled her into the house and hugged her.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I ran away. For years l’ve wanted to go to the University, but Mama refused. She says that she doesn’t have money. Soon we began to quarrel, so now I’ve run away.”

I let her change into dry clothes, before l said,

“But Chinwe, you know it’s wrong to run away.”

“I’m not going back Ugo! Help me get into school, and then l will consider going back. But until then, let me stay here. Your girlfriend won’t mind, will she?”

I shook my head. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

And so Chinwe started staying with me. I enrolled her at the Lagos State Polytechnic, Ikeja, to study Public Administration. That made her happy, and the fact that the woman l loved was so close to me, made me happy too.

For the first few weeks, l tried my best to keep my hands off her. But then, one night, we went out and drank alcohol. By the time we got home, we were both tipsy.

Chinwe threw herself on the sofa, and closed her eyes. I knelt by the sofa and gently kissed her.

“What are you doing Ugo?” she said sleepily.

“Ssh. Don’t sat a word.” I kissed her again. She didn’t resist. I kissed her again, and then my hands began to stray to her breasts.

“What are you doing?”

“Ssh”

I continued exploring her body and soon l began to unbutton her blouse. She didn’t complain. And soon we were making love. It was the most wonderful moment of my life.

Love is the very breath of God within us. A man without Love is no better than a dog or a pig; such a man is not really alive. Such a man is merely a shadow. Or don’t you know that the truest miracle is the miracle of true Love?

And that is the Love that Chinwe and l have for each other.

Yes, we go through some difficulties, as we have to repeatedly explain to people that we aren’t really brother and sister. And we have to deal with the fact that our parents do not support our relationship. I believe that with time, our father will support us, but we both know that Mama will always be against us.

But it is too late for us to go back now. And we don’t even want to go back. Chinwe is pregnant for me at the moment.

And we are about to get married. Not a big wedding ceremony or anything like that. We don’t even need such frivolities. We just plan to go to the Ikeja Registry, where we will be joined as Man and Wife!

God is good, that is what l believe. And the best thing that God did for man was to give man, the gift of Love. And the best thing that God did for me was to give me Chinwe; the love of my life. Thank you God; l love you.

I love Chinwe. Let no one tell me that this love is wrong!

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