It is an another morning and my alarm goes off
i turn around and turn it off with a smile because
it has again not failed in waking me up, at the right time.
what time is it you ask, well it is 4a.m
before you go around wondering
why is she awake by this this time
let me introduce myself
i am a mother of seven and but primarily a wife
and it doesn’t matter if my husband’s snore is still raving the entire house at this time
i love him dearly
i have been married to him for 15years now and the snoring has become melodies to my ears
yes, my beloved children, my seven stars as i like to call them are unique in their ways.
i am among the rare, the minority of women who had multiple births
when i say multiple i don’t mean a set of twins, triplets, quadruplets
i had… seven of them, all together
A handful! you might say
well… that’s what i have been told
it is at these times that i casually flash back to when i got pregnant 7 years ago
first of all
me and my husband married really young
we had just finished secondary school and just decided why wait and got married.
we did it secretly, nobody knew
anyway we both went to universities
well, more him than me
i went to the community college
he has always loved education so
a year later he got a full scholarship to study abroad for 4 years
i on the other hand had to stay back in the country
alone, with a husband abroad
During the first year of his departure we were communicating very effectively
by effective i mean we sent letters each month and said something meaningful in each letter
it was almost like a monthly update
i would admit these were really sweet but in the real sense i just wanted my husband by my side
i wish phones or even the internet were a big deal back then
maybe it would have made the process smoother
long story short he stopped sending letters for months
6 months precising before the 4th year would come to an end.
i was wonderied, anxious and was almost giving up hope.
me and his family never really got along so there was no way i could have inquired his well being from them.
i knew the family house so
i would casually run there, peep through the gate holes to see if he had returned or
if i would hear any news
he had two older sisters and they were very fierce
i tired to make friends with them but to no avail
i even tried to get closer to his mother but the woman seemed to hate the very sight of me.
i was awaken from my day dreaming with the noise coming out of his house as i casually walked by i tried to peep in again
oh what was i seeing
is my husband finally back
he looked so robust, so fresh, with a full grown mustache
i tried to reach out but since i wasn’t in good terms with the family i could not enter.
day after day
i waited for when he would visit me.
everyday i wore neat clothes, freshly ironed, packed my hair back in the neatest way possible
held my head high, only to bring it back low again in disappointment when i don’t see him.
going back home to with no one to comfort me.
my grandfather the only surviving family member could not engage in much talks with me because he was of ill health.
but still i would cry on his shoulders
until one day
on my way to the market
i ran into him.
at that moment i forgot about the anger the pain all i could think about was
there he was, standing in front of me.
i rushed into his arms and embraced him
but then it dawned on me, why had he waited this long to see me
…i have been looking for you, where have you been
it was then i realised that indeed i had not been living in the house he knew
when my maternal grandmother died i had to move to a different house with my grandfather
and here way no way his family would have told him
his family were not very wealthy but, were among the few people who were not ready to mingle with anyone they perceived as lower class.
regardless, i was glad to see my beloved again after a such a long time
then we continued our romance
he promised to get a nice house where we could both live
we were both happy
his parents wanted him to married a rich man’s daughter
although he was not interested this did not stop his parents from making marriage arrangements
it as at this time that i discovered i was pregnant.
i rushed and told him and he was very happy
with this news he told his parents that he already married and his wife was with child
this made this parents hate me even more
they felt i had hindered their family from associated with the rich
how could their son decide to marry a nobody.
my pregnancy was weird at first
when i went to the hospital the doctor said they could see three heads
three heads! i exclaimed yes you’re having triplets he said
i was excited and prepared for three babies
i was busy with moving to my husband’s house finally
while addressing sneers from the family
on the seven month i went into labour
it was then that the unthinkable happened
with my producing belly i had no idea
the pain was so sever that i had a c section and to the greatest surprise
i noticed the doctor pulled out seven babies
i was so confused but
i was told i was having 3
the doctor went on to give me a sermon on how there must have been an error in the scan
the babies might have been aligned and all that
but what i was really thinking was
here i am with seven children
what am i going to do.
fast forward to today
my husband’s family still treats me as an outsider
but then i have seven beautiful children to look at everyday
and even though it stresses me out
i wake up happily everyday to make their meals, give them a shower, play with them, take them to school and just love them
be their mother
because i might have a hand full but they are my hand of blessings.
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