The nurses clapped. The doctor smiled and Emma couldn’t stop laughing. “They look like you,” he said, holding one of the babies. “But I’m keeping this one. His ears look like mine.” Goi held all three to her chest, crying silently. “I’m not barren,” she whispered. “God proved them wrong. Word spread fast. People from her old street came to see the miracle.
Even some of Chik’s friends heard about it. She had triplets, they asked. That woman that Chike threw out. Yes, someone would reply. She even opened a new restaurant. Her husband is rich and kind. Some people smiled with joy. Others shook their heads with regret. But Nosi wasn’t thinking about the past anymore. She was holding her sons. She was kissing Emma.
She was feeding her babies in the early hours of the morning, smiling at their tiny hands and soft cries. Her scars were still there, but now her life had changed. She was no longer the broken woman crying on the street. She was a mother. She was whole. She was free. While Ngoi was learning how to hold a baby with one hand and feed two others with the other hand, far away in another part of town, Chaik was sitting inside his office, spinning slowly in his leather chair and looking at his phone screen.
His business had grown. The company cars were newer, his clothes were more expensive, and his bank account was bigger. But there was one thing that still troubled his heart. Something that money couldn’t buy. He was still without a child. After throwing Gozi out, he had expected his life to move on quickly. He believed once he got a new woman, one who could give him children, everything would fall into place. But it didn’t.
He had dated three different women in the last 3 years. None of them got pregnant. One even left him after a year, saying she couldn’t live in a house where the man’s mother treated her like a baby factory. His mother, Mamaike, was now older, but still sharp with her tongue. You’re not serious.
She always said you’re choosing fashion over family. When I picked Gozi for you, I told you to be patient. You were the one who ran her off. Chik would always grow angry. Don’t mention that woman to me again. But late at night when everyone had gone home and the house was quiet, his mind would wander.
Where was she now? Did she remarry? Did she find joy? One morning while scrolling through Instagram, he saw a picture that froze him. A baby’s leg. Then another photo. Tiny fingers holding a woman’s thumb. He stared at the pictures trying to be sure. The hand in the photo looked like noes. The skin, the way she held the baby.
It couldn’t be. No, it’s just coincidence, he told himself. But he kept thinking about it. So he decided to block it out with something stronger. Another woman. That same week, his friend Kunnel called him. Guy, there’s someone you need to meet, Kunnel said over the phone. Who? Chik asked lazily. Her name is Adora.
She just moved back from Lagos. Fashion designer, rich family, very fine, very classy. And guess what? She wants a serious man. Not just all those Instagram boys. Chik laughed. You’re selling her like she’s a car. I’m serious. Cunnel said she’s different. You’ll like her. Chik sighed. Fine. Set it up.
They met at a fancy restaurant two nights later. Adora was exactly as described. Tall, beautiful, with long curly hair and nails painted gold. She wore a gown that looked like it came straight from Paris. But what caught Chik’s attention wasn’t her looks. It was the way she spoke. Confident, bold, like someone who knew what she wanted. “So, you’re the famous Chike,” she said with a small smile, swirling her wine glass.
“And you’re the Adora everyone keeps talking about,” he replied. They spoke for 2 hours about business, abouttravel, about life. But the topic Chik brought up almost by force was family. “I’ve been ready for children since forever,” he said. “I just haven’t found the right woman,” Adora raised her brow. “You were married before, right?” “Yes,” Chike said quickly.
