The battle between the heart and the mind

I was so full of dreams,dreams of a perfect marriage, family and home. I remember so vividly how he looked for my number, called me everyday, drove across 5 districts to spend the weekend with me. I was so in love, couldn't wait to show him to my parents.

He promised me a huge introduction ceremony and a church wedding,what else could a young woman wish for, he was a perfect gentle, so I thought. I took him and introduced him to my family and everybody loved him. Four months down the road,we were delighted with the news of our first child. Everything was perfect in my eyes little did I know that behind that perfect gentle attitude lay a very dark secret that would tear or crash any young woman's hopes.

We had our first child and it was a baby boy. In our culture,when a woman gives birth, one of the man's relatives is supposed to take care of her but this didn't happen in my case,he never informed them about my pregnancy. Six months down the road,I start getting rumours that he has two children. I was ok with the children because they were older than my son. However when I approached him, he denied having children. I did my investigation and found out that he had another family. I felt betrayed,hurt, devastated but stupid because how did this happen I thought. The worst part is I invested so much thinking the developments we were making in the village was for us but little did I know that I was making another woman's life comfortable. I went into depression for months, contemplated suicide. However I had to stay strong for my boy. I move out of the house I helped build with only my suitcases and left everything behind. I told myself that am worth much more and I made him what he is so I can still rise and achieve more. He told me that the organisation I begun will never grow and here I am proving him wrong. Here I am today,so full of life and growing strong.