I call my mother, “my aunty” because I grew up believing she was my aunt and I feel cheated by her. She had me in her first year at the university when she was 19 years old. She remained at home after my birth but her parents insisted she finished her education. So she went back to school. The one who fathered me disappeared…his own story is for another day. But let me state that I grew up in a loving home. My maternal grandparents, whom I didn’t know were grandparents, took care of me. They loved me and spoiled me silly. I went to the best schools, and thankfully, God favoured me with brains. So primary, secondary, university, Master’s degree programs…I made my “parents” proud. Now, when I say parents, I am solely referring to my grandparents. This isn’t my story, it is about my mother who I found to be cheating on her new man with her ex-husband. My family is crazy, I know. I am not close to “My aunty” aka my biological mother. Like I said, I grew up thinking of her to be an aunt, elder sister, not my mother and she too didn’t have much motherly instincts towards me anyway. When I was growing up, she was in the university. When I began to understand the world around me, she had finished university and gone abroad for her Masters’ degree. The days she showed up in our house before then were few and our relationship was nothing special.