I often ask myself how I got into this situation – three baby mamas at 30 years old. Well, the answer is simple. I used to be somewhat of a ladies man. I say “used to” because I’m reformed now. Three baby mamas will humble you and make you never want to talk to women again. However, I can’t complain. I have three lovely children who I wouldn’t trade for anything. They are my everything. It’s unfortunate that my baby mamas are a pain to deal with.
It all started with Wanja, the most beautiful girl on campus. She was drop-dead gorgeous and everyone wanted her. How I got her is still a mystery to this day. However, I have a few theories. She probably liked me because I was one of the few guys in our class with a car, though it was very old, or she was confused by my charm. I think it’s mostly the first one but she swears it’s the second one. We dated for about a year before she broke the news that she was pregnant.
“I haven’t been feeling well, Sam.” She told me over the phone.
“Have you gone to the doctor?” I asked.
“I don’t think it’s a medical problem.”
“I think I’m pregnant.”
I rushed to her apartment which she was sharing with her friend and found her sitting on the floor with a pregnancy test next to her. Prior to this, I had never even seen what a positive pregnancy test looked like. It felt unreal but the more we talked the more it hit me that I was going to be a father.
“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out,” I said reassuringly though I was panicking on the inside.
It was tough trying to juggle school and parenthood. Wanja had to drop out and look for a job and I switched to evening classes. We barely even saw or spoke to each other but stayed together to raise our daughter. After a few years, we broke up.
By this time, I had finished university and I was working at the airport. I must have forgotten how much I had struggled to get there because I was back to my old ways – flirting with girls. There was one girl called Claire who also worked at the airport, that I was interested in. She felt the same way and we got into a relationship. Soon after, she got pregnant. At least I was financially stable this time and didn’t struggle to provide for them. However, Claire was the devil in human form. Nothing I did was good enough.
“I told you to send me 50,000 shillings. Why are you sending 40,000?”
“I just sent you 50k the other week. What do you need more money for?”
“Did you ask what I needed more money for when you got me pregnant?”
“Okay. I’m sending the balance tonight.”
My (hopefully) last baby mama is Janet. To be honest, I don’t remember how I met Janet. It was either through a friend, at a club or some random place. However, I thought she was really attractive and she reminded me of my first baby mama, Wanja. One thing led to another and she also got pregnant.
Unlike my other baby mamas, Janet didn’t hold a grudge when we broke up probably because we were both more mature in age than my other relationships. She was 26 and I was 28 when we got our beautiful baby girl. By that time, my firstborn was 8 years old and my secondborn was 4 years.
When our daughter turned 2, Janet wanted to know her other siblings and pushed me to mend my relationship with the other baby mamas. I started checking in on them but as I suspected, they were still hostile towards me.
“It’s not fair that your kids don’t know each other. We should all have a play date.” She suggested.
“That’s a good idea but I don’t think the other baby mamas will agree.”
Since I wasn’t making any progress, she took matters into her own hands. She sent a text to my other baby mamas through her phone inviting them for a play date and they both agreed to come.
Even though I knew about the play date for weeks, it caught me off guard. I wasn’t prepared to see my other baby mamas after such a long time. However, they were surprisingly nice and even brought me gifts.
“Sam, you know you’re getting old,” Wanja said as we were eating.
“Look who’s talking. We’re the same age.”
“Exactly. I think we should get married. I was your first love.” She said.
There was an awkward silence and I looked around the room to see how the other ladies were feeling. They both looked equally baffled.
“Hold on, don’t forget you wouldn’t even be here if I didn’t convince him. Clearly, I have a closer relationship with him.” Janet interjected.
“He should marry me. I gave birth to his only son.” Claire said.
The girls bickered for a while as I sat back and watched in wonder. I wouldn’t have imagined that the play date would have gone the way it did. Just a few weeks ago, the girls didn’t even want to hear my voice. Now, they were bickering like old friends and fighting over me.
“So, Sam, who are you going to marry?” Wanja asked.
“Aah… who said I wanted to get married?”
Then they burst out laughing again.
“Relax, we’re joking. You’re not even our type.” Janet said.
“What? I thought you guys had finally decided to open your hearts.”
“No, dear, but we should seriously look for a wife for you. You can’t be a senior bachelor and the way you’re a good catch.”
“Maybe later. I want to enjoy my freedom a little bit more. Besides, three baby mamas are enough for a lifetime.”
After that day, I realized that my baby mamas weren’t so bad. We may have had our differences but they genuinely cared about our kids which made me happy. I have a great relationship with all of them now and I wouldn’t want to change anything.
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