MY LIFE SHATTERED THE DAY I CAUGHT MY HOUSE HELP BREASTFEEDING MY NEWBORN CHILD

It was a hot afternoon in Lagos, the kind of day when NEPA had taken light again and the generator hummed faintly in the background. I tiptoed towards the nursery, expecting to find my baby asleep. Instead, what I saw nearly made me collapse.

My house help the young woman I had trusted with chores, errands, and even the care of my child was seated comfortably, blouse pulled down, breastfeeding my newborn as though he were hers.

I screamed. The neighbors rushed in. The compound erupted. “Jesus What is this?” one shouted. Another woman clasped her head, muttering, “This is abomination!”

In that moment, my world shattered The trust I placed in her was gone, The sanctity of my home was violated ,My motherhood felt stolen in broad daylight.

Word spread quickly. By evening, the entire street was buzzing. Some said it was jazz that she wanted to spiritually tie herself to my child. Others claimed it was desperation, a twisted act of envy. The elders shook their heads, warning me to cleanse the house before things got worse. But what I didn’t understand is why she did it, I immediately sent her packing after and had to stop the entire village from killing her. I just wanted her gone.

For me, it was more than gossip. It was betrayal. In Nigeria, where community and trust are everything, this was the ultimate scandal. My family name was dragged into whispers, my home became the center of unwanted attention, and my heart carried a wound that may never heal.