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She took out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNonso went to the cemetery. He found your son\u2019s grave. He wants to see you. Not to apologize, but to atone for his sins.\u201d<\/p>\n
I agreed. We met in the cemetery, under the same mango tree where I buried Chidera.<\/p>\n
Nonso arrived silently, his shoulders slumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuc\u00eda\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t say anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He knelt beside the grave and sobbed like a child.<\/p>\n
\u2014Forgive me, son. You were never a mistake.<\/p>\n
We planted a small tree next to the gravestone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would you have liked Chidera to have been?\u201d he asked me, his voice breaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cA good man. Like the one you can still be.\u201d<\/p>\n
From that day on, Nonso changed. He funds a school for girls expelled for teenage pregnancy. He called it \u201cChidera\u2019s House.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo girl should go through what you went through,\u201d he told me when he invited me to visit the school.<\/p>\n