The man wey give me my only chíld don move on. He get 4 chíldren already with another wōman. But me, I still dey here… only one chíld.
I wan born again. I dey ready. Even if the man waka comot, I go hold my head high. I no need perfect love, I just need another child — I’m looking for a man wey go imprēgnate me.
This is not about desperation. It is about loving motherhood enough to want it again.
