This is our true story, how we became who we are and what we were before and what we've
become.

Chapter One - Celebration to Commotion
**Omowunmi**
The naming ceremony of our first child "Oluwajomiloju" “God surprised me” was the happiest day of
my life. I smiled all through those moments till my jaws ached but I didn't care. Jomiloju’s ceremony
kept guests tropping in, I even feared the food and drinks wouldn't be enough. My husband, Dimeji,
was more than capable in providing for me and his son, and with the excitement he wore on his face
since the birth of our child I knew I had just made him the happiest man on earth. He was seated
among his friends, all of which were in the same line of work; international trade, they all looked
merry as they laughed loud and spoke loudly; one could hear bits of their conversation above the
sound of the music that played from 3 speakers. If I had let Dimeji do the planning of this party I'm
certain we'd be getting noise complaints by now, he had mentioned he wanted as many speakers as
possible so that the entire Kwara state would know that the great Dimeji aka "Ship" had given birth to
a boat
"My son is not a boat oh," I replied any time he mentioned our son as a boat. and we both laughed
over it. I did the planning and everything was moderate, from the music to the decorations to the
type of food that was served.
"Aunty, the drinks are almost finished," Chuks, our maid told me, I nodded and excused myself
from the circle I was seated with, they were the wives of my husband's colleagues but we weren't
friends , we just pretended to tolerate each other wherever we met.
I walked towards Dimeji to collect money for more drinks, I reached my parents table and greeted
them in the traditional way by going down on two knees, and also extended my greeting to their own
guests, it was more like the table of elders so I had to greet everyone on the table by kneeling down,
most of them were more engrossed in the food before them that they only nodded and smiled at me
but l could tell they shot quick glances to be sure I was kneeling properly to greet them, I would have
been foolish not to, they were Yoruba elders and they took respect pretty serious. I got to Dimeji's
table and greeted everyone again, most of them drunk from too much beer, they shouted their
replies back which brought stares from other tables,

"Daddy Jomi" as I called him that, his friends started teasing him and the ones beside him gave him
nudges , Obinna, the only Igbo one in the group made a joke ,
" Dimeji! Your name don change oh! No more sweetheart, it is now Daddy Jomi,” they are started
calling him "Daddy Jomi” teasingly. I drew closer to his side, because I didn't want his lousy friends
making jokes about drinks getting finished at our party.
"The drinks are almost finished, I need money to buy more," I spoke into his ear, he put his hand into
his pocket and slipped some money to me, which surprised me - it was unlike my husband to
release money without some kind of fussing, Maybe being a father had its perks or it was the beer doing its magic, I kissed him on his cheeks and strode away leaving behind chants from his drunk
friends, who were teasing even him over the kiss.
I called Chuks and we both were heading out of the gate together to buy the drinks when I noticed
some unfamiliar faces walk into the compound the four men looked thin and they all had a scowl on
their faces, I approached them.
"Yes. Who are you looking for?"
I wasn't ready to make them feel comfortable. One of them replied, he seemed to be the leader of
the group, as he was the only one who wore a suit while the rest were dressed in just plain shirts.
"Is this Mr Dimeji Olabiyi's residence?” He asked bluntly.
The way he pronounced "residence" I could tell he wasn't someone whom English was his first
language. He pronounced it as “rezz-zi-denzze”
"Who's asking? I inquired.
He brought out an ID card which had the Nigerian police logo on it and made some ramblings I
couldn't understand all I heard was "state division."
Dimeji came out to join us, "Honey, what's going on?" He asked looking at the men strangers then to
me
"Are you Mr Dimeji" the supposed leader of the group asked.
"Yes. And who.....?"
"Mr. Olabiyi, You are under arrest for the importation of hard drugs into the country." The leader said
cutting off Dimeji’s reply and approaching my husband with a pair of cuffs.
I froze. Dimeji just let out his hands and they cuffed him, while the other 3 men escorted him out of
the compound.
I could hear whispers, I turned around and saw most of our guests all staring at the incident. My
mother's voice was the loudest as she was screaming at the officers and struggling with them to let
her son in-law go, my legs gave way and I fell, I wanted to die but my head settled for fainting as I
needed to escape the shock and disgrace.


ChapterTwo-Choice

**2 Months after the Arrest**

Omowunmi' POV

Life had been unbearable for me since myhusband was arrested ,and being a new mother and
unfortunately,the wife of a convicted drug trafficker. I wished many times that the earth would open up and swallow me. Dimeji's case lasted for a month,
after which he was found guilty, we lost everything in the one month, from the cars to the money in
our account, either they were frozen by the government or I sold off to pay the lawyers, yet the
bastards couldn't keep him out of jail. He was sentenced for 20 years with parole, now it was left to
to be of good behavior so he'd be out in less than that.
I was scared, scared of so many things, the fear that my son wouldn't have the perfect family I
wished for him was the biggest of my fears. What would it be like meeting his father once every two
weeks for the next 20 years?. I loved Dimeji, but if I was considering a divorce with Dimeji and
remarriage another gentleman, so my little angel would have a father to look to as he grew up.
Dimeji and I hadn't seen after his conviction, I was so mad at him for keeping me in the dark. I
definitely would have talked him out of it, that was probably why he didn't say anything about it. It
was hard to accept that the man I fell in love with all these years kept such from, and to think we had
known since we were just children.

I was in the living room with Jomiloju sleeping soundly in my arms. A thousand thoughts racing
through my mind, we had nothing. And I was tired of asking of my parents, not that they complained;
they loved me enough. It just didn't feel right to collect money from pensioners every month like I
was still in the university.
I needed money and I couldn't see myself working under any employer again, and I had my son to
think of. I put Jomiloju quietly in his crib and took out my laptop went on google and searched for
jobs. I saw a whole lot of online jobs, most of these job sites just cooking up unrealistic ideas just to
drive more traffic to their website. There was one who said I should start a lifestyle blog and after 3-4
years I could be making close to 50,000 a month on adverts; what upset me was the writer didn't tell
me what I should be feeding on before I reach the 3-4 years stipulated time. I typed in the search
engine: "Jobs for new mothers, "that too brought many links to “how to make money online” kind of
posts, but one caught my attention; it read: MAKE CLOSE TO N1,000,000 BY BEING A
SURROGATE MOM, I clicked the page, read through, wrote down the contact number, address and
email, I was thrilled! I couldn't wait for day break go apply for an interview. Imagine being a
millionaire every 9 months just by carrying some rich couples kids. I had delivered Jomi with no
complications and that made me certain they I would be lucky during the interview. I had a very good
dream when I slept. I dreamt of cashing the 1 million Naire Cheque.



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