There comes a moment in every Nigerian's life when their parents stop asking about their career and start asking about their womb. Or their sperm. "When will you give me grandchildren?" is not a question; it is a daily interrogation. It happens at breakfast. It happens at weddings. It happens during phone calls that start with "How is work?" and end with "I want to carry my grandchild before I die." The pressure is gendered but universal. Women hear about their biological clock. Men hear about carrying the family name. Both hear about the neighbor's child who already has three kids. The grandchildren are not just wanted; they are demanded as proof of a life well-lived. And the emotional blackmail! "Your father is not getting younger." "Who will inherit this house?" "I need something to live for." It's a lot. It's heavy. It's Nigerian love at its most overwhelming. How do you handle the grandchildren pressure? And parents, why are grandchildren the ultimate trophy?
