24/01/2025
My name is Annasthesia. I'm the girl whose mistress came online sometime last week to accμsse me of running away with her 3 years old son. I saw a lot of funny comments under the post, many condemning my actions, with some even laying cμrses on me without waiting to hear my side of the story. I must say, una well done ohh!.
As I said earlier, my name is Annasthesia, and I'm from Benue State. I'm the last child in a family of four children. My mom died when I was just 12 years old. Barely two years after her death, my father joined her in the great beyond. Life became extremely tough for my siblings and me. My eldest brother, David, took me out of Makurdi to live with him in Lagos. He was a mechanic and lived with three other guys as roommates.
At one point, I had to drop out of school due to financial challenges. My brother found me a job as a housemaid for a rich woman. I started work immediately, but I didn't know how much I was being paid because the woman paid directly into my brother's account. From there, he would give me a small amount every two months for my upkeep. I was just a child, and I didn't know any better.
As I grew older, I began to realize that I was being taken advantage of. At 17 years old, I was wiser, and I started looking for freedom. I couldn't continue working for someone without seeing my salary. I wasn't getting any younger, and I knew I had to make a change. That was when I met Madam Rosa, the woman who came online to c@ll me out.
The agreement was that I would work for her as a live-in nanny, but when I arrived at the house, I was surprised to find that there were no children. When I asked her about it, she told me that the children were on vacation and would be back soon. So contrary to our agreement, I started working as a maid, awaiting the children's return, which never happened.
I never complained because the couple didn't give me any reason to. I was being showered with a kind of love and attention that my brothers have never shown me.
But along the line, the husband, Mr. Romanus, started making advances towards me, and I, being young and inexperienced, didn't understand the implications of his actions. One day, I found myself in a compromising situation with him, and he took advantage of me. He defl0wered me and introduced me to a life of imm0rality. He warned me never to mention it to his wife, and I was too scared to say anything.
As the days turned into weeks, Mr. Romanus continued to vis¡t my room almost every night, and I felt trapped and helpless. I didn't know how to escape the situation, and I felt like I was living in a nightmare. One day, I fell ill, and my mistress took me to the hospital for a check-up. It was there that I discovered I was pregnant. She was alarmed or so I thought.
When I told her about my situation with her husband, she was furious. She accused me of sedμcing him and threatened to throw me out of the house. I was devastated and felt like my world was crashing down around me. Later that night, I was crying in my room, awaiting my fate, when my mistress walked in. She sat down beside me and spoke at length about how she had plans for me and how disappointed she was in me.
I knelt down and apologized with tears in my eyes. In the end, she promised to take care of me throughout my pregnancy. However, she made it clear that I had to keep the pregnancy a secret, and I was grateful for her willingness to help me. I ended all connections with my family and dedicated my life to serving the couple. I was treated like a queen during my pregnancy, and I felt indebted to them.
However, as my pregnancy progressed, I noticed that my mistress was also pregnant. But one night, in my sixth month, she and her husband came to me with an unusual request.
“You will have the baby, but I will be the mother”. She requested.
“How? Why?” I asked, confused.
The husband explained that I was too young to nurse a baby and that my family would not be happy about me having a child out of w€dlock. He also said that society would c0ndemn me, and no man would want to marry me.
“I'm going to be the mother until you're of age”. The woman said.
I was young and naive, and I saw the reason in their argument. I agreed to their proposal. I also agreed to remain indoors throughout the period I was pregnant.
On the day of the delivery, I wasn't taken to a hospital. Instead a private nurse was brought to the house. When I opened my eyes after delivery, I saw the nurse smiling down at me.
“Congratulations, darling. You have a baby boy”. She announced.
“Where is he?”. I asked, scanning the room.
“With your aunt in the other room”. She replied.
Yet I wasn't allowed to leave the room, and the baby was always in another room with my mistress. She would only bring him to me when it was time for breastfeeding.
At first, I didn't see anything wrong with the arrangement, until I noticed that her own pregnancy had suddenly disappeared after I gave birth to my son. This sparked a wave of suspicion in me, and I started thinking that maybe they wanted to take my child away from me. It was also around this time that it dawned on me that they never actually had any children of their own. If they did, I would have seen some evidence of it by now - toys, baby clothes, or at least a few childish belongings scattered around the house. But there was nothing, which made me even more convinced that something was amiss.
When I fully recovered from my maternity rest, I resumed my duties as a maid and a nanny. I watched my son grow into a handsome toddler, but I dared not refer to him as my son. One day, while cleaning the master's bedroom, I stumbled upon a document that caught my attention. Although I didn't complete high school, I am not illiterate, and I can read and write very well.
The document contained three passports and three visas, and I discovered that my mistress and her husband were planning to relocate abroad with my son. I felt ch€ated and used, and I realized that I had to take action. That was how I took to my heels, taking my son along with me, only for me to come online later at night to see a viral video of my mistress, crying that her baby nanny had run away with her child. I was shocked and hurt by her accμsations, and I knew I had to tell my side of the story.
I don't really blame all these judges in the comment section because they didn't know the pains of watching your own child call another woman "mummy" while seeing you, the real mother, as a NANNY.
The child is mine, not hers. And I deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. I deserve to be acknowledged as the mother of my children, and I won't let anyone take that away from me. I'm f¡ghting for my rights, and I won't back down.
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