A publisher, Abbey Daniels has revealed how his pregnancy and birth were rejected by his dad. He made this known in an Instagram post Seen below.
Today, I am twenty-six years old, but I want to share a story with you.
The story of a pregnancy rejected. The untoward story of a boy whose only solace was his mother’s bosom. It is my story.
Twenty-six years ago today, I was born at Comfort Nursing home in Oshodi. My Mom; Musa Oluwakemi was happy at the sight of the new flesh she brought to life. I breathed my first air, and not oblivious of the new surrounding I found myself in, I cried, like every new born will. But that cry, I now know, is a pleasant ‘word’ to my mom. The very one they expect to hear from the new soul who has just taken on flesh. She loved the cry.
My mom, not alone in her world anymore was glad to behold and held me in her arms. Her cry reassured me that I was in safe hands though the surrounding was unwelcoming at first. I looked the guest who welcomed me in the eye and saw nothing but joy. She took me all by herself to that point. She was alone and rejected, but never stopped nurturing the soul she took in to her being. Her other ‘accomplice’ fled and never looked back. No, he didn’t flee from this world. He was very much alive, agile and strong. But he wasn’t ready to share this space, mother Earth, with his new guest, one that came off his spine.
Whilst other people celebrate their birthday with new photo shoots and all, I choose to celebrate mine with this scan. The scan that shows the proof of my unwelcomeness in the world. The scan that validated my fears at first that this new surrounding is harsh till I fell on Momma’s arms.The scan that shows that Bayo Shodiya; the one who donated the sperm that made me, was never ready nor happy to birth a soul to life. I was the rejected boy. That rejected blood that never came haunting but came through. The rejected one who now becomes the chief cornerstone.This is my story.
Now I share with you the letter my maternal grandfather wrote to my paternal grandfather to take up responsibility for his son in discharging me and my mom from the hospital and to inform them about the supposedly good news of my birth.But you know what happened? They never came! But here I am today, stronger and better,still without their approval