My name is Jan Udogu. I am single. The truth is that I am pregnant and I have decided to keep it. But before you start passing judgement on me and begin to express your righteous indignation about why I took in, in the first place outside wedlock. And how I had enjoyed the experience and now complaining, please hear me out first.
No baby is a product of a single parent. It always is an offshoot of an intense and intimate sexual encounter or dastardly unapproved forceful experience. Either way, two persons are involved. It takes two to tango. The doer and the “doee”.
Well, I never really wanted to involve a third party but since other means have failed woefully, counseling and all, I am left with no other option than to put it all out in the public domain.
Hold a second. I’ll get back to this but allow me to drift a bit… Football is a spectator sports. It is fun when we watch it in our numbers. It is fun to banter and bandy words, and sometimes, trade humurous insults as we cheer our favourite team to victory.
In the same vein, stories become engaging subject of entertainment, education and discussion, if a large number of our friends and family have read the same stories.
You may be wondering what I’m getting at. Fact remains that stories are conceived in the brain of the author. Nurtured in her mind. And midwifed with her pen. I am painstakingly birthing this story, PROMISE ME YOU WILL DIE. It is my baby. It is my brainchild.
This clarion call is to crave your indulgence to help me to keep this baby by inviting everyone; your friends, family and frenemies to like our page, JAN UDOGU PENSHOP. Give them the opportunity to share in this unpredictably sizzling, romantic thriller. Yes, the more, the merrier. Hey, let’s make the fun go round.
Let’s have fun on the platform and make it very engaging. I don’t want to abort our baby.
I love you. Ever will.
Jan.
