Kenya, Aug. 31 -- University life promised vibrant days, lectures, parties, young love, and big dreams. But my second year became a haunting ordeal. I was swept up in a whirlwind romance, the kind that blinds you with passion. We were the campus "it" couple, always together, sharing fries, holding hands like newlyweds, and flaunting coordinated outfits on TikTok. Everyone envied our bond. I thought he was my future. Then, one reckless night without protection flipped my world. Weeks later, my period didn't come.
I blamed stress, but a pregnancy test revealed the truth: two months pregnant. At 21, jobless, surviving on HELB loans and my mom's meagre support from the village, I was shattered. When I told him, his face hardened. "Can't you just get rid of it?" he said coldly. My heart broke. I couldn't end my child's life. That's when his true colours emerged. He dodged my calls, vanished from campus hangouts, and soon blocked me on WhatsApp and Facebook. Overnight, I was utterly alone. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.