When you have the urge to waste your life before it begins. When your own future means nothing anymore cause you've lost faith in yourself. When you feel like slitting your wrists and watching your own blood run out. Would it be a sin to hate your life so much it hurts you to live? Would it be a sin to relieve yourself of the continuous pain you endure each day? Would you still have to suffer in eternal damnation after hurting so much in this life? Wouldn't God be a bit merciful to grant you that closure, that relief you need in your afterlife?
Tolani lost her mom to an unknown disease. She fought to save her life despite their state of destitution. Truth was that her mother was destined to die right from the first morning she complained of the terrible headaches. Friends and family turned their backs on them and even then, no matter the amount she would have come up with, she could only afford the local clinic whose efforts to stamp out the disease were hampered by a poverty of medical supplies and the negligence of the doctors. Now she was tossed around among relatives who used her but never wanted to keep her. She was presently with Uncle Arinze who carried his too-drunk self to her bed instead of his wife's. And his wife detested her for it, making her work for the penance of her husband's sin. Tolani now carried her uncle's child in her womb. She could no longer dream of a life, for a future. The abomination in her womb took all that away.