15/03/2025
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Chinedu, the Boy with No Mother
Chinedu came into the world on a humid night in Lagos, his cries mixing with the sound of car horns and distant shouts from the street. But his mother, Amaka, didn’t reach for him. She turned away, her heart heavy with thoughts she didn’t dare speak out loud.
She was young, scared, and alone. She hadn’t planned for a child. She told the nurse, “I no fit do this,” and the next morning, she left the hospital without looking back.
Chinedu was placed in the arms of Mama T**i, the elderly woman who sold akara by the roadside. She wasn’t rich, but she had a heart big enough to hold the boy the world had left behind. “My pikin, you be star,” she would say, patting his back as he fell asleep on a thin mattress in her one-room shop.
He grew up running barefoot through the dusty streets of Lagos, dodging danfos and chasing kites made from old newspapers. But some nights, when he saw other children holding their mothers’ hands at the market, he felt an emptiness he didn’t understand.
One day, while playing football near Yaba market, a woman stopped and stared at him. Her fine clothes and gold earrings didn’t match the sadness in her eyes. “Chinedu?” she whispered.
The boy looked up, wiping sweat from his forehead. He didn’t know her, but something in her face felt familiar.
Mama T**i walked up, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Oya, my star, make we go house.”
Amaka stood frozen, watching them disappear into the crowd. She had once abandoned him, thinking he wouldn’t survive without her. But now, it was clear—Chinedu had found love. Just not in the arms she had imagined.
What do you learned from this ?