It’s Fibroid, Not A Baby Bump

Women often complain about how people still call them “Iya Ibeji” after they’ve given birth but Kemi’s case is actually very sad. She had a flat tummy before she got marriage, her flat tummy and figure 8 shape had always been the envy of most girls and so many men coveted her. She was the first of 3 friends to get married, she got married to her secondary school love and we were so happy for her until her luck reduced.

Kemi got pregnant two months after her wedding and you can imagine the excitement of we the clique of friends. We would happily tease her “Iyawo, Iyawo! You dey vex o! You no even calm down at all.” Her baby bump wasn’t too big like she feared, only her facial features got plump, her nose became wide in her face and we jokingly called her “Madam God nose best.”


Her pregnancy was filled with a lot of woes and when she lost the pregnancy at 28th week, she was heartbroken, she wouldn’t go out and even when we visited her she wouldn’t open her eyes and see the sun.

“Let me just die, what am I doing here” when we got there that fateful day, her husband went to bring her mother, leaving us to console her. We wept as we shared the pain and hurt of a mom who just lost her beloved pregnancy.

A month after, I was surprised to see that her tummy was bigger than what it used to be and I was forced to ask “Are you pregnant again?” And before she could answer “Congrats!” I said excitedly.

“I’m not pregnant, it’s fibroid!” she burst out. I had to shake my head twice to clear my head and understand what she was saying.

The fibroid had been there before she conceived the baby she lost and it kept growing and has now filled up the space in her uterus making it appear as if she’s still with child.


It’s even more sad because most people knew she was pregnant and they never saw her with child, the ones who had the courage to ask her, did  “Aren’t you overdue?”

“I’m tired! How many people will I explain to that I’m not pregnant? That I was pregnant but I lost it and now it’s replaced with fibroid?”

Sadness has enveloped her being, I felt her pain. She lost her baby and got a fibroid and now she has a lot of explaining to do.

When I suggested a myomectomy, Kemi freaked out. She believes she got pregnant with her first child while with the fibroid and she can still do it again. Unknown to her, the fibroid will keep growing making the chances of her conceiving very slim, and when she finally does, if the fibroid is overgrown it can block the food source of the baby making her baby starve to death.

She’s still trying desperately to conceive while carrying her bulging tummy around. Now when anyone calls Kemi “Iya Ibeji” she simply answers without protesting, “you can’t keep answering them, it’s better to just ignore them” I told her one day.

“I’m just tired of hearing people call me Iya Ibeji when the only thing I’m giving birth to is shit.” She said disdained. She’s hopeful and that counts, I believe there’s nothing God cannot do.

Moral lesson

  • Don’t ever call anyone Iya Ibeji unless you are sure
  • Don’t try to rub a “pregnant woman’s bump in case it’s no bump.
  • And never ask a woman if she’s pregnant, if she is, time will tell.

Mamalette! what would you advise she do?

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My Child Died By My Hands

Sometimes in life, we wish we can turn back the hands of time and change things, but there’s nothing I can do to bring back my dead son, worse still, I have no other child since his death. If he were alive, Aramide should be clocking 4 years old today. I remember the day he met his Maker and the details of his death as if it were yesterday, the sight of his bloodied body haunts me at night. There are days I wake up screaming from nightmares with his name in my mouth. “Aramide! Aramide! Don’t go!” I would scream with my hands stretched as if to bring him back, then wake up with tear filled eyes and hands outstretched.  

No, I didn’t stab him to death with a kitchen knife or anything gory like that. That fateful afternoon, my mother came from Owo to Lagos to see her grandchild, so we picked her up from the park. Aramide was in his car seat in the front seat, while my mother was at the back, he started crying while touching his left foot, my mother picked him up from his car seat so she can see what was pinching him in the foot.

She found that a hair strand was tied to his toe, I was surprised “How did that happen? I’m on low cut so that hair is definitely not mine” I replied

I can’t remember the details of what happened next, I took off my eyes from the road for a minute to see the hair my mom was talking about and when I returned my eyes to the road, I saw I was running into the mouth of the incoming trailer, I skidded and went back to my lane, too late!

The car was off the road and it kept going until something stopped it. I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself at the hospital and the first thing I asked was

“What happened?” “Where’s my son”

The injury to me and my mom was mild because we were belted down, the look on my husband’s face changed when I asked about our son.

He answered with a hoarse voice “Get well soon so you can see him”

“Well I’m fine now and I want to see him immediately” I said and immediately removed the needle supplying drips to my body, it stung but I couldn’t feel the pain.

I just knew something wasn’t right, something told me my baby is gone but I didn’t want to believe it, before I could get out of the hospital bed, my husband held me back, “He’s no more, Aramide is dead” he said and burst into tears.

I slumped and black out again. I woke up the third day, “Is she awake?”I could hear my mom saying weakly beside the bed. I woke up with tears in my eyes “We killed him, we did!” I kept saying.

I was discharged from the hospital but I never remained the same again, my mom was ridden with guilt too, she became terribly ill, and at her sick bed, she kept saying “I shouldn’t have come here” I didn’t dispute that, I kept hammering on “We killed her”

Needless to say, the guilt killed her, she died a week after the death of Ara and I became even more sad. I should have reassured her, I should have told her it’s not her fault.

I know I didn’t kill my mom, no, I didn’t, she died of heartache, but my son died by my hand, if only I had made sure he was safely tucked in in his baby car seat, if only I had pulled over to examine what was hurting him, I would still have my sweet baby with me right now.

Now the boy keeps coming to me in my dreams, he keeps tormenting my soul, I want closure, I want to forget, but how can I when I see him in my waking and sleeping moments? I can’t even try to get pregnant in this state of mind.

I don’t want to die of heart-ache, I don’t want to end up like my mom. How do I achieve closure, how do I tell myself it’s not my fault? Please help!


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