I scarcely told anyone about my decision to adopt a child. Although I felt the decision was right for me, questions gnawed at me. Moreover, I did not think people would react kindly to a forty-something-year-old unmarried female adopting a baby; Nigeria is a patriarchal society steeped in tradition. I shared the sentiments of whoever coined the saying: give me the benefit of your convictions if you have any, but keep your doubts to yourself for I have enough of my own.
A few years prior, I overcame my fear of surgery and finally scheduled an operation to remove the fibroids in my womb. After the myomectomy, my doctor gently told me, “Nature abhors a vacuum. You should get pregnant soon.” His words stirred buried desire. I wanted to be more than the best-aunt-ever or best-godmother-ever, two roles I cherished. I longed to be the best-mum-ever.
Two years after my myomectomy, I was no closer to realising my dream of having children under the conventional umbrella of marriage. My anxiety over not having a family increased.
Do sperm banks exist in Nigeria? I don’t know, but a couple of friends offered to father my child. I weighed the complications such an arrangement may present in future and declined. I went to a fertility clinic to enquire about IVF treatment. They asked, “Have you and your partner been trying consistently for up to a year?” I laughed, as I did not have a partner. They recommended I return after my partner and I had tried unsuccessfully for a year.
As time rolled by, all I heard was tick tock ringing in my ears. Even the most self-assured woman would be tempted to ask, “What is wrong with me?” About twenty years earlier, my friends at university had tipped me as the one most likely to marry and have kids first. Life, it seems, did not get the memo. Nevertheless, I still believe I owe myself better than settling with just any partner for marriage sake.
During a holiday abroad, my sister suggested adoption. The idea was novel to me and I toyed with it until I accepted it. I returned to Lagos, thinking of all the babies in orphanages who need parents and rushed to one to find my child.
However, it wasn’t that simple. Lagos state government has an adoption process and a screening procedure. There is also a long waiting list and I had no idea what number I was on the list. While the waiting period can seem long for anxious parents-to-be, I appreciated the forward thinking of the state ministry of youth and culture in preparing parents and adopted children for a new life.
Months later, I was invited to meet baby Folasade. She was a few days old, beautiful, light complexioned, and long-limbed. I fell in love with her immediately. She smiled at me each time I spoke to her as I held her in my arms. Later the orphanage staff explained that babies do that when they are experiencing stomach gripe!
Due to the Lagos state doctor’s strike at the time, she had not undergone medical check-up. She barely opened her eyes and mucus oozed from one eye. I arranged private medical care. The doctors confirmed she was born HIV-positive. I refused to leave her side. The social workers, doctors, and psychologists cautioned me about attachments, which form while bonding and advised me not to set my heart on Folasade because of her condition. I could not; to my mind, she was already my daughter. That weekend they moved her to an undisclosed orphanage where she could get special care. My heart broke.
During my visits to the orphanage, a three-year-old boy always ran to meet me and we became close. He had two sisters. Lagos state has a policy of not separating siblings where possible. I prayed that a family would adopt them all. He was not attending school because he didn’t have sponsors so I organized a successful charity campaign to pay for his schooling.
My heart still bled for Folasade and I wondered what became of her and other babies like her. Should I have fought harder for her, disregarding professional counsel and insisting on an exception to policy as the state would not put her up for adoption? Biological parents do not get to ‘pick’ their kids, but in a sense, parents of adopted kids do.
Sometime later, I was called to meet a two-week-old baby girl, Alison, who appeared shy and reserved. We did not bond immediately. Maybe she sensed part of my heart was still with Folasade. During the three-month bonding period when I spent every spare moment at the orphanage changing her diapers, feeding her, and talking to her, she avoided making eye contact. Was she testing me? Did she think I would bail?
As I persisted in bonding with Alison despite my confusion, I understood a mother’s fierce love—she loves whether her child responds or not. Coincidentally, I was allowed to take Alison home on my birthday, what a gift!
I was nervous as I gave her a bath, fed her, and cuddled her to sleep. I worried she would miss her regular carers and judge me for the novice I was. Instead, she was patient with me as I navigated our first few days. She barely cried.
Tended gardens blossom. Alison and I learnt to relax. Before long, her eyes followed me everywhere I went. She rewarded me with her beautiful smile more and more and we drew closer still, clinging to each other.
My daughter is now one and a half and it’s a privilege and pleasure to raise her. When I held a welcome party to introduce her to my close friends and family, they showered us with understanding and warmth. I was overwhelmed. Does love differentiate? Could they love my biological child, when I have one, any more than they love Alison?
Tentatively, I posted our photos on Facebook. My friends responded with resounding support, surprising me.
Alison’s birth certificate bears my surname. When people ask about her dad, I smile and reply, “I’m her mum and dad.” I realise that soon, she will ask questions. The pre-adoption counselling organised by Lagos state prepares parents for this inevitability. I still cherish hopes of getting married and having a family like the one I grew up in, with a mother and father.
Alison’s facial features now resemble mine and she displays my zest for life—or has love blinded me? Often, friends look at her and comment that she’s very lucky to have me. I shake my head and say, “No, I’m the lucky one. I am the lucky one.”
Ogo Williams is a banker by day and a mother 24/7. She is an avid Chelsea fan who enjoys meeting interesting people, travelling, and reading.
© Timi Yeseibo, 2016
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Heartwarming story.
This is good news (to me), I’ve always wondered if such processes existed in Nigeria. I’m glad.
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I’m not sure about other states, but Lagos State seems quite organized.
Thanks!
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This is such a beautiful story, I admire your courage. Wishing you a lifetime full of happiness. Motherhood is truly beautiful regardless of the steps it takes before the journey starts.
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Thank you Dami. Ogo and Alison have taken the first steps.
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Wonderful story!
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A roller coaster journey with a happy ending. Thanks.
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Beautiful read, coming from a beautiful mind and soul ♡
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Thanks for the kind words Mina
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Hi Ogo,
Your heart warming story reduced me to happy tears. Indeed, Love does not differentiate, it will leave its indelible mark on us regardless of our circumstance.
God bless you and Alison now and always.
Hi Timi,
I loved this series last year, thank you for doing it again, Ogo’s story is remarkable. 🙂
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@happy tears, aw! Ogo and Alison have come a long way …
You’re welcome Nedoux. If I could find more people who are willing to share their stories and all that goes with the process, I’d do more. 🙂
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Dear Nedoux, thanks for the kind words.
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Timi, I am enjoying this series on Choosing Motherhood so much. Perhaps because of my own experience of being mothered unconventionally. Thank you for bringing us these incredible stories from these wonderful ladies who are making the best of their unique motherhood journeys.
For this reason, I have nominated you for the Liebster Award. https://unathikay.wordpress.com/2016/05/18/liebster-award-nomination/
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A Liebstar Award, yay! Thank you. I appreciate the gesture and I’m glad you are enjoying the series. It warms my heart.
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Wow! I’m glad and hope that my journey inspires others to take the step. Congrats Timi and thanks Unathi for the nomination.
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Beautiful story 😉
Things come about in ways that we never planned, but love knows no bounds!
Enjoy your baby girl!!!
Blessings
JC
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Hi JC, life isn’t obliged to turn out the way we planned, is it? Ogo is brave to reach for her dream in a way she didn’t quite expect.
Thanks!
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Thank you so much. She’s indeed a joy.
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What an amazing story. I’m so happy that she’s found happiness in that lovely baby. Adoption is such a beautiful thing and I hope I’ll be able to do the same when I’m older.
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Thank you as I pray you enjoy the experience too when you do decide to adopt.
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Thank you so much, though it probably won’t be for another 10 years or so
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I’m delighted to hear that you’re considering this. There are so many children out there needing the love of a mother and the warmth of a home. God bless you as you do and may it come with all the joys and positives for you.
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Thank you!
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I am so happy that you found each other. Your open heart and willingness to love are an inspiration, as is your perseverance through disappointments. Lifting you both in prayers for blessings and in thanksgiving for you and your loving kindness.
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Thank you for the kind words and prayers. God bless you too.
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I wish them both well
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Thank you Derrick for your well wishes. They’ll need it as they continue the journey.
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Yes. You may not know that I chaired two adoption panels and one fostering one
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No I did not know. I know that you were involved in ‘social work’ but I did not know the details of it. I just had a vague picture in my mind. Then you see through the layers in her story …
Thanks for telling me.
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Thanks Derrick. I wish you well too
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Beautiful story. Loving and courageous mother.
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Thanks Debby. Yes, it takes courage to reach for your dream in the face of doubts.
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Thanks Debby… It is the Lord’s doing
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Awww this is so beautiful ❤
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Thanks Ife. Ogo’s journey into motherhood has been worth it.
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Thank you Ife….
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Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing Ogo. I know it will resonate with other women who struggle with making a similar decision. I pray it helps them.
I too know the heartbreak of falling in love with a prospective adoption child. They never quite leave your heart. God bless Folashade wherever she may be.
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Amen… it’s interesting to know that people have shared similar experiences. God bless you and I hope you eventually got a bundle of joy that helped numb the pain as I did too?
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Lovely! 💕
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Thank you Val.
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Thank you Val
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Beautiful story, Ogo. Thank you for sharing it with us, Timi.
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You’re welcome Jill.
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Thanks Jill…
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Lovely story, and indeed a match for the two of you. Your caring has obviously made a tremendous difference to the life of Alison, and you. –Curt
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Thanks Curt. Ogo gave love and received it in return.
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Which is as it should be… 🙂
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Dear Curt, thanks for the kind words.
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Wow I’m speechless as reading this story tugged on my heart! I struggled to have children for 22 years so boy can I relate. I’m blessed with a boy now and he’s 4 while I am in my 40’s. Congrats mom on your journey, strength, courage and fight. Motherhood is such a blessing no matter how it comes to us. Enjoy!💕
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Congratulations on your journey too. Twenty-two years! It could not have been easy.
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No it wasn’t BUT GOD!!! Thank you!
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Dear Chanel, God always makes things beautiful in His time. I’m so happy for you and I’m encouraged as I continue to hope to birth a brother / sister for Alison.
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Yes He does!! Thank you and I shall be in Faith with you for the little one day that shall come to pass!
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Sounds like Alison is a happy addition to your life . . . and vice versa.
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Despite the initial hurdles, Alison and Ogo seem to be making good progress.
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Yes, you got that one right… she is such a joy…
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I loved this!! I’ve adopted internationally and you captured every emotion perfectly, especially who the lucky one is! But I am confused now who the author of this piece is, Timi?
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This piece opened my eyes to some of the realities of adoption. I’m glad it resonated with you.
This is Ogo William’s story as told to me. We wrote it together, but the story is 100% hers.
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Dear, this is my story, but Timi helped to pen it. Something she is good at. Thanks for your appreciation
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Beautiful story! I admire your journey to motherhood Ogo Williams! You are truly an amazing mother.
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Thanks. I hope somewhere in the meaning of amazing is the word, brave.
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Thank you so much for the kind words
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Beautiful story. I too dealt with the stupid doctor comments about getting pregnant. International Adoption in the states can take 2-3 years and we’re 1 year in so our journey is much longer. Your story is complex yet written simply…a lovely inspiration.
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God bless you and help you with your journey. It’s not as complex to adopt in Nigeria as it is in the US but generally, the processes are similar. It however takes as long and may even be longer for some.
Some of the processes are there to protect the child being adopted. One must patiently navigate it and the end will surely justify the means. Good luck.
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Thank you. Yes for us the problem has actually been that in Addis they moved the entire adoption staff to a new team and are hiring all new people and training them which is causing a much longer delay. The first year was all paperwork on the US side 🙂
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Hang in there. It will all end in praise. Best regards
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