God blessed my parents with three kids, two boys and a girl and below is a brief hypothetically birth story for the only girl in the family.

Mrs Favour (my mum) had two gorgeous God given boys who were just two years apart. Her husband (my dad) considering his own family growing up with more than 8 siblings was very content with two children. No matter the gender. When my brother and I came along, he was all smiles and said “this is it”. Two kids, that’s enough for us as agreed.

My mother on the other hand wasn’t having it. She desperately wanted a baby girl. Someone she could attend her amugwo (where a mother goes to take care of her daughter and her new grand child). Someone she could call call her daughter. Someone of the same sex she could bond with.


Mrs Favour discussed it with her husband but her husband was of the opinion that two kids were enough for him to take care of. He didn’t want to bite more than he could chew.

Mrs Favour still wasn’t having it. It took her three years to convince her husband that taking another chance on a baby girl was the right thing to do.

“So what happens when you give birth to a boy?”, my father quipped.

“I am a born again Christian and if what they told me in church is true, then I know God will give me my heart desires. She will be a girl”, my mother said with so much confidence as a woman who had seen a ultrasound scan.

She wasn’t even pregnant but she knew she had to confess positively for it to ever come to pass or for my dad to even give her the go ahead to get pregnant.

Then she began her mission.

First was a constant daily prayer to her God for a baby girl even before she became pregnant.

Secondly, it was imagining a baby girl whenever she made love to her husband.

Thirdly, was to tell that sperm cell that was to fertilize her egg to be a girl sperm.

Below is what really happened….

As soon as my father released the sperm cells into my mother, half a billion sperm cells were unleashed.
Since the previous children from my parents were all boys, its safe to assume that more male sperm cells were released.

Then the battle began, all the million sperm cells began a swim to my mother’s egg.

The journey to the egg was plagued with trials and tribulations. They first of all had to pass the vaginal wall where many gave up. Some fell away before reaching the fallopian tube. Others gave up just before reaching the egg.

But the sperm cell that carried my sister wouldn’t give up.

I’m sure if some male sperm cells could speak, they would have told her. “Hey, you! Don’t you see that you are a girl? Why don’t you give way to the men. Do you think you are strong enough to make it through and beat us?”
If my sister’s sperm cell could also talk, she would have said “Watch me!!!”

So the real battle began.

Thousands of sperm cells were all fighting to fertilize the egg.

My sister’s sperm cell fought like her life depended on it.

As if she was told by God, “Hey. Mrs Favour wants a baby girl. Don’t give up till you become that baby girl”.

She could have given up but she kept fighting. She knew her success would determine if she wastes away like other sperm cells before her or becomes a human being.

She knew her success would make my family complete.

She knew her success would make my mother the happiest mother in the World.

She knew her success was unnegotiable.

So my sister’s sperm cell fought for hours until she beat millions of boy sperm cells to fertilize my mother’s egg.

My mother took in but she had no way to know if she was carrying a boy or a girl. She didn’t have the luxury of ultrasound scans to determine the gender of her baby.

So she kept praying.

“God, please let this baby be a girl. God please”.

God would have been in Heaven saying “My daughter relax, your daughter won the battle. She is on her way to you”.

Nine months later, she was rushed to the hospital after her water broke and then labour began.

An hour passed.

Two hours passed.

Twelves hours passed. Still no baby.

Twenty fours passed. Still no baby.

Fourth eight hours (2 days of labour) passed. Still no baby.

Mrs Favour had lost all the energy to push. Her baby too had almost lost the fight to come out on her own.

Remember all the odds were stacked against her from the get go. She fought off million other sperm cells to fertilize my mother’s egg and in that hurry, she was wrongly positioned in my mother’s womb.

My mother’s previous childbirths were all natural means so why did this one prove too difficult?

Almost 72 hours (3 days) after labour started, my mother was too exhausted to push. Her baby had to be brought out by caesarean section.

My mother was sedated and then the operation began.

A few hours into the operations, the baby came out but wasn’t crying. She was spanked as normal, still no cry. Then from nowhere, a cry was heard in the room.

The baby was alive and kicking.

Remember, my mother was sedated so she was oblivious of her surroundings.

“It’s a GIRL”, the nurses and Doctor said.


In my mother’s words “I was supposed to be under anaesthesia but as soon as I heard the people in the room shouting ‘It’s a baby girl’. It was as if the excitement and joy in me tore through the strong hold of the anaesthesia and I was very much awake”

You should have seen the face of a woman who had been in labour for almost three days and had just endured a CS. She was over the moon.

It’s been over twenty years since that baby girl was born and Chiamaka is still beating boys left, right and center. She became the best graduating child in the whole family with a first class degree in Nigerian’s foremost private Institution (Covenant University). She won a scholarship to further her education afterwards. She’s a fighter. She’s the pride of the family.





Morale of the Story……

Being born female is not a disadvantage. The fact that you are alive shows that you beat million other sperm cells to your mother’s egg. You are already born a champion.


You are not born to be inferior to any man. Do you remember that while becoming the sperm to fertilize your mother’s egg, you beat millions of male sperm cells. You are born a man conqueror not to be trampled on.


Your success is not only for you or your family but for all the billions of girls out there. Those that have given up hope on making anything in life and resolved to get married and become a man’s baby machine.


So anytime a man looks down on you. Look up to God and look at yourself and say “If I beat million other male sperm cells. You are nothing”.

Your success in life is not dependent on any man. Your destiny is not tired to marriage. You are not born to be a baby machine. You didn’t go through all that fight in your mother’s womb to be one man’s intimacy gadget.


You didn’t give up in your mother’s woman. It’s too late to give up now.


GO AND SUCCEED. You have no other option.



For more insightful articles, visit www.kingkurtissmith.

OMG. This is a very wonderful article. Can you allow us to feature it in our monthly Girl Child Magazine and give you credit and a copy. May i have you phone number, names and contacts to receive your copy? God Bless. Check out our Girl Child Project here. www.missgirlchildnigeria.com