I ask sometimes, Dear God what’s the purpose of you allowing me to exist. I’m a product of incest should I call it that. My mom forced her cousin (my dad) because she couldn’t stop thinking about how big his penis was when she saw it. At least that’s what she told me. I’ve lost relationships, even friends who knew about my origin. Never had a normal life. I’m 41 but I still feel deep sadness and pain. I don’t talk to both of them. I don’t want anything to do with them. I left Nigeria never going back. I had to marry a Ghana girl out of fear of genetic issues if I marry a Nigerian. I keep checking and the results says I’m fine. But I still fear for my children.