“I don’t like kids and I don’t intend to have them when I marry,” I said this when I was seventeen. I stayed with an aunt who had twins. She abandoned the kids on me. The only thing she did was breastfeed. At night when they cried, she beat them. She was a single mother. I understood her frustration, the pain and the hustle she had to go through to juggle work and raising children.

After having first-hand experience in raising two kids at the same time, I decided kids are not for me. They are too much investment and the kind of energy one needs to raise them is the kind of energy I don’t have. I told friends I didn’t want kids and they told me, “You’re too young to say this. When you grow up you’ll change your mind.”

I’m no longer nineteen. I’m twenty-nine and the feeling is still the same. Every guy I dated along the way got told that I didn’t want kids in the future. They knew they wouldn’t belong in my future so they didn’t have issues with it. I think they were even happy about it because each one that I said that to asked me, “So if pregnancy accidentally happens, what would you do?”

I answered, “I won’t have it. It will be gone before you even get to know it.”

After that answer, the conversation ended. I could conclude they were happy. Some were careless with me but I never got pregnant anyway. I didn’t take any precautions too. I told myself, “I said it and somehow the universe has heard me. She won’t throw what I don’t want in my way.”

I’m now old enough to know that the universe doesn’t work this way so I’ve started taking precautions against pregnancy. I met a man who was way older than I am. He had been married before and had three children. I was attracted to him because I felt a man like him won’t want any more children. My feelings were wrong.

Three months into the relationship he started talking about marriage; “I’ve been single since my divorce five years ago. I want to settle down again before I waste the little youth left in me. Would you marry me when the time comes?”

I answered yes and told him, “But I don’t want kids. I want to be called someone’s wife. The word Mrs does something to my spirit whenever I hear it so I want to be someone’s Mrs by all means but kids? Naaa. I don’t want them.”

His face changed. Like I’ve dropped the news of his mother on him. “Why don’t you want kids? A beautiful woman like you would make beautiful kids. That’s how God made it. Even the ugly ones are proud to give birth, how much more you?”

He wanted what I couldn’t give so I decided to withdraw. He thought he could win me with money but money doesn’t work on me the way it does to some people. He went to the extent of speaking to my parents about it. That they should convince me to want kids so he could marry me. My dad told him he couldn’t force me. My mom tried though he didn’t like the man in question.

We couldn’t marry because both of us wanted different things in life. I don’t judge him for wanting kids but he spent the days of his life judging me for making such a decision. He made it look like losing him was the worst mistake I would ever do. I didn’t mind. I moved on.

I’m currently dating Jonathan. I’m a year older than him but he says age has no role to play when the heart is involved. I love his maturity and I love the way he looks at the world. He’s someone you would call open-minded. The day we discussed the age gap, we talked about children too. I told him, “Apart from the age thing, I hope you don’t mind if I tell you I won’t have kids?”

His question was, “You have a problem with your reproductive system?” I screamed, “Hell no! I’m very ok everywhere. I’m a full human being. If you doubt me I would get pregnant for you to see that I can get pregnant. I just don’t like children and it’s not an interim plan. It’s something I decided never to have. Are you ok with that?”

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Again he responded, “I’m very ok with that. Different people want different things and I respect that. Today, I agree with you but I’m also young. If at a certain point, I decide I’ve changed my mind and want kids, I hope you’ll understand me?”

I nodded and told him it has happened to me before and I let go. I told him also, “If you decide you want kids before marriage, both of us can go our separate ways in peace. If you wait until marriage before you tell me you want kids, then things might turn ugly. I won’t give you a divorce and I won’t give you kids too. You’ll lay just as you lay your bed.”

We both had a good laugh and continued living our lives.

We’ve dated for three years. He still doesn’t want children and I still don’t want children. He had come home to do knocking and we have started getting the items on the list only for his mother to call me one day to tell me, “My son is never going to marry a woman who doesn’t have a womb. We are cancelling everything. Pretend we didn’t do the knocking because the marriage isn’t coming on.”

His mom spoke to me bitterly as if I’d offended her in another life. I quickly called Jonathan and told him what his mother has told me. He was calm about it. He said, “Ignore her. She’s not the one going to marry you.” My next question was, “How did your mom get to know about my decision not to have kids? Did you discuss it with her?”

His answer was all over the place. What I picked was he said it jovially and his mom picked on it with all the seriousness she could muster.

Days later, his father also called me. He was calm and acted gentlemanly; “He’s our only son. We want our family name to persist after we are gone. You will give us grandchildren. If you will say yes to that then we love you and will accept you as our in-law.”

I told him I would think about it but really, there’s nothing to think about.

As time goes on, I’m beginning to think this whole thing is Jonathan’s idea to get out of the relationship without me blaming him. After all, he didn’t do it. His parents did it. So a few days ago, I sat him down and poured my heart out to him, “There’s nothing wrong if you want kids. You still can opt out and it won’t be the first. Just tell me the truth instead of stringing me along.”

He said, “I want you in my life and I’ve made it clear. My parents can’t change that. Just be patient.”

But for how long? How long can I be patient and wait for his parents to change their minds when I could be out there looking for another opportunity?

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I know my stand is a very difficult one considering the culture we are in but I know there’s a man out there for me. I don’t want to waste my time so I’m thinking of breaking up with him today and moving on tomorrow. Is that a good idea? What keeps me guessing is the what-ifs. “What if he wants this and can convince his parents to accept me? What if…?”

—Florence   

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