True life story

WHAT WOULD I HAVE DONE - ALLOWS MY ONLY SON TO DIE IN FRONT OF ME???????

IT ALL STARTED when I went to London for a course. I never knew my son has grown this big. Although before I travelled I had him comfortable because my late husband left everything for us, and his family members were all rich, and they never gave us any problems; instead they carried us along. One day when I came from London, immediately I got home, my son had a short party going on at home in my lounge. I left him, went inside and asked him what all that was all about. He said he was celebrating his academic success and excellence he got in school. So I had to join him in the celebration, because he is the only one I have in my life. My husband and my son, I never had it in mind to get married to another man because of the love I had for my husband, and my son was exactly like him, so I see my husband in my son.

One faithful and unfortunate Sunday I planned to go for shopping with my son, he said he was expecting a visitor that is his girlfriend Jacinta, so I left them to have their fun because Jacinta’s parents were also friends of our family and my husband and I suggested their friendship since they were infant, (growing up). Immediately I was driving out I saw Jacinta’s car driving in she saluted and I exchanged pleasantries and asked her to go inside, then I got to the super mart I like to shop. I did not get everything in there because our apartment is more like an estate where everyone minds one’s own businesses and much more was not located around that axis, so I had gone into town to get my shopping completed.

Immediately I got to the mall in town I received a call from my son saying “mum I am dying and the call dropped, I called severally to know what was happening, but he was not responding. So I had to quickly rush back home so as to know what was wrong with my only hope, because I can’t stand a chance of losing my only son. So my driver Alabi was smart and was able to quickly take me home, because he knew something was wrong with my life because of my tension and the way I was acting. When I got home I quickly rushed in and asked him what was wrong and where Jacinta was. He said Jacinta left in anger. I noticed his penis was erect and it kept on protruding. So I quickly asked him what was wrong with him. Though I even dress sometimes in his presence I wondered why he will see his mother and his penis starts getting erect. He confessed to me telling me, he drank something that one aboki man from the street gave to him because his girlfriend Jacinta called him a weakling. He wanted to prove to her that he was never one, and that was why he took the (haka-haka) which the Fulani man gave him. I felt so bad and asked him how he was feeling. He replied “mum I am dying”. So immediately I quickly grabbed my phone and called our family doctor, because it was so shameful to take him to a general hospital with his penis erect in that manner. When the doctor came and said that the only issue he was having was the over drawing in the over stretching of his penis, and that might make him loose his life. I asked him what the remedy was, he said the only thing that could bring this down was to have sex for some time, and then immediately the erection would go down. I asked him why he did not have sex with Jacinta since they both where already adults and I knew they have been doing that based on our conversation. He said Jacinta saw my penis erection and she ran away immediately without saying anything, and that he had been calling her since she had not been picking the calls; and that other girls he knew were not in town.

I quickly ran out to the street with Alabi telling him to take me to anywhere I could get a prostitute. I went to several chalets, but after explaining to them and the huge amount I placed in saving my son’s life, after sympathising with me they also told me they could not go home with us, that it was against their ethics, and that they lost so many girls that way.

After begging and begging for a whole long time in the last chalet I went to, which was very close to our apartment, a girl agreed to follow us home after charging us two million naira (N2,000,000.00). I gave her 40% of the money before she agreed to follow us home. Immediately the doctor called that the situation was becoming so serious and devastating, and that I was almost losing my son.  Then Alabi took us there in 15 minutes. Thelma and I, the “girl that agreed to help me” save my son by following us home, left the room for them.

Five minutes later Thelma came out and said to me “please madam take your money back I can’t do this because this thing is rear, I have never seen this kind of issue before. It’s like you want to use me for money rituals”. Then she left after the utterances. I pleaded and pleaded both Thelma, Jacinta and others, a normal life wouldn’t have allowed me to but because the situation in which I found  myself, I  didn’t mind, I wanted to go out again to meet with Alabi so that he would take me to the next chalet. On our way out with Alabi, my doctor called me and asked me to come. There and then he said in front of me “I don’t think your son will survive it after about 5 minutes”.

I politely asked my doctor to give me space that I needed to be with my son alone. Then he went to my lounge; I looked at my son “the only hope I had leaving me in 3 minutes time”. Automatically a spirit entered me saying “what are you doing, will you allow your son to die?” .I replied ‘over my dead body’. Because of this situation I am begging this bastard for what I can also solve. My son’s eyes is already deeming, and stretching. I angrily pulled my clothes and had sex with him. I had no choice left. Thank God I was able to revive my son’s life. I wouldn’t allow him die because he is all I had. I am a Nigerian, a real African woman, with traditions. But what is tradition compared to my son’s life? He is my only joy, my hope and happiness. Tradition can go to hell. I am proud of what I did. I am proud I saved my son. I am proud I am a good mother.

 Few days later after the mandate, I notice my son was no longer free with me, I had to call him and calm him down. I knew he felt so disappointed in his act but thank God he is alive for me.

On that same day’s evening, Jacinta came to my house when she heard my son was alive, pleading for forgiveness. I left them both to decide for themselves although she disrespected me by ignoring my calls to save my son’s life. She wanted my son to die and my son’s life never meant anything good to her. When we all know she was actually the cause of the trash my son was involved in.

The decision is not mine any way but theirs. Some people still blame me for my acts, while some congratulate me and called me a lioness. Tell me, WHAT DO YOU THINK? “SHOULD I HAVE ALLOWED MY ONLY SON, MY HOPE AND HAPPINESS TO JUST DIE LIKE THAT IN FRONT OF ME WHEN I HAVE THAT WHICH THOSE USELESS GIRLS I CONTACTED AND JACINTA WHO PREACHED LOVE TO MY SON AS A LOVER? SHOULD HE ACCEPT HER BACK? PLEASE COMMENT, REPLY AND ADVICE.