I blinked severally as I stared at the thick red lines. It all came flooding in my mind; the coincidental meeting while scrambling for shade from the stormy rain, his irresistible charm and rugged features that had made my heart skip, the night we had just too much to drink and slept off wasted in each other’s arms exhausted from the sensational intertwine of passion.
I dialled his line as my heart was threatening to burst off my chest in terrifying shock. I heard his voice from the other end but mine went dry. He knew something had gone wrong and quickly came over. A frown splashed across his face ruining that smile that had always melt my heart. He wasn’t thrilled about the news either. My face burned up at his suggestion but I visualized the disappointment on papa’s face, the tears staining mama’s eyes and the stigma of a young girl with a swollen belly. His voice broke into my thoughts reminding me that it was the right thing to do. He wrapped his arms round me in a comforting embrace.
“Am scared” I said
“Everything will be fine” he replied
So I ripped off all my fears alongside the budding foetus on a blood-stained bed in the congested room of a dirty old shack.
I have no regret except the pricking pain in my abdomen. Mama’s face flashes through my mind. She always lamented about young girls killing babies they would beg to have later in life. Tears flood my eyes. She said little or nothing about the exploits of mismanaged emotions and hormones. Only about their monstery acts………..now am a monster just like them.
“She doesn’t understand, she would never understand” I mumble.
The pains within me intensifies with every passing second. The walls seem to be crumpling up on me. I hear cries and voices. No! I must be hallucinating. I try to wipe the tears blurring my sight but all I see is blood, crimson red blood. It flows nonstop staining the white patches of the tiles. I feebly pull my weight off the floor but slip and come crashing back. I want to scream for help but my voice, my strength fails me. Everything is hazy and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I think I may die………………
Teach beneath the surface
Don’t avoid the turns
Don’t cut the corners
Don’t leave the edges
Don’t just lament the woes
Don’t just point the fingers
Lay it bare if apt understanding must be attained