Letters to my Daughter (When we thought of You) 2

Invitation cards were flying everywhere, wild publicity was made. It promised to be the best teenage birthday party ever. Segun Da-Costa, the son of Nigeria's top business mogul was making expensive preparations towards his forthcoming birthday bash. With the look of things one needed no soothsayers to foresee that the party was strictly for the children of the big names in the top business sectors and the ruling class of the country. Sweetheart, we only knew Segun Da-Costa because our parents were working for his parents. We were never allowed to be friends with Segun or his siblings because of the differences in our financial lives. But, we wanted to attend this party and we decided to persuade our parents. It took my mother, the cook of the Da-Costas about four days to succumb, while your mom's father Otunba Da-Costa driver could not bear the frequent begging from his only child and gave in just barely two hours after. The party was beautiful and full of well-to-do children. Segun (the celebrant) and his sisters were dressed in glamorous outfits. Their friends were not exempted from this setting. When the party commenced, the boys took their female partners to the dance floor. I, took your mum as we danced vigorously to the thump-thump beats of Wande Coal, D'banj, Patoranking and the rest. Soon enough, your Mum complained of. slight headache and body pain. I assumed it was perhaps because she was unaccustomed to this sort of life; parties and all. We decided to walk back to our part of the Mansion; the boys quarters so she could rest. Her room was locked because we realised soon enough that her father had forgotten to leave the keys with her and had driven Chief Da-Costa to the office. I suggested that she rests in my room since she felt her temperature would increase again if she went back to the party. After a few minutes of talking intimately,our wall of self control of many years crumbled before our own eyes. It was almost six weeks before your mother realised she was pregnant. I was dumbfounded on hearing the news. We practically did not know what step to take but we were certain that telling or making our parents find out was not an option at all. After much deliberation and critical thinking, we departed having concluded on what step to take next Your Mum and Dad. To be continued...