My newest captivating story.
You can't miss this one, read and feel your heart
moved.
It's a strange world out there. Things beyond belief
are happening. As eerie as we know life could be,
yet some tales seems unfounded and fake except
we are the victims.
Her name is Angela, 17. She's is an undergraduate.
First year, studying medicine and surgery. She got
pregnant and didn't realize it. So absurd given to
her course of study. It is her first. The signs were
there, very much glaring. She couldn't read any
tangible meaning from them. A novice wouldn't
anyway. She got slightly lurgy and had to see a
doctor. The doctor confirmed what's suppose to be
a good news except that she's not married. She
would need to anticipate the arrival of a baby. Her
boyfriend has put her in the family way(pregnant).
"Edmond you're the only one I know. The only guy
that sleeps with me. You can't possibly deny a
pregnancy you're responsible for. We can go for a
DNA test to confirm it. You took part in this mess.
You must bear the burden with me Edmond...
Edmond! You're not listening to me" Angela said,
her lip tilted in anger. Edmond pretends to be busy
with his phone. "Edmond!" She howled again.
Edmond expelled a quick breathe, flashed Angela a
tired grin. "You were saying something Angela? Oh
your pregnancy" He added with a sarcastic raised
eyebrow. Angela tightened her fist in desperation.
"Well yes! It's your pregnancy too!" she trotted out
and wiped her face with her hand in an effort to
ease her anger. "Angela, you can call me a devil for
this. I don't care a fig. I've told you the ugly truth,
as you took it. That pregnancy is your problem. I'm
not responsible and so I'm not taking any part in it.
You can keep it or flush it down the drain. It's your
choice. And please, keep away from me. This
relationship has reached the point where I must
say no to nonsense. It's over between us." Edmond
cringed and turned to leave. Angela grabbed him
by the shoulder. "Please Edmond, don't hate me
now that I need you. You told me you loved me.
You promised to be there and never hurt me. Why
are you treating me like I wasn't part of your life. I
need you now more than ever. Edmond please help
me. I'm so confuse." She cried to Edmond,
expecting pity from him. "You can die in your
confusion. I'm not interested in you or the bastard
you carry. Steer clear from my path. As far as I'm
concern, we've have no connection. We're
complete strangers. Let me be!" He yelled,
ensuring his message was sent across to Angela.
"You're wicked! After all the sweet talks and
promises. My effort to keep you happy and this is
how I get treated by you. You irritate me! I hate
you Edmond." Angela showed off his anger with an
infuriating vigor. "You started hating me too late
Angela. Next time beat the time." Edmond
returned and walked away. Angela fell to the
ground and wet the ground with her tears like it
rained.
This is a just boring replay of the same old frequent
boyfriends' stories of denials and girlfriends' effing
and blinding tales of resentments. It's happening
almost every day. I'm still waiting for a new
approach.
Angela is all by herself. Having a baby in her
present situation wouldn't make a jolly good idea.
She doesn't have the means and resources to
absorb the demands that'll follow. Her education
will be thwarted. So much she can't tackle will go
wrong. She is stuck in a bleak jam. Her parents
must not find out. They would jump down on her
throat first. Then they'll do what any disappointed
parents would do to their daughter who got
pregnant in school. Adding to her situation,
carrying a glaring baby hump around the campus
will be an embarrassment that could actually taint
her self esteem. The ugly talks, the murmurings,
the gossips. She'll have to endure staring as the
flavour of the month repeatedly, for something not
pleasant in her position.
As excruciating as her situation will jab or prod her,
it's way too much for her to bear. If she had
ignored her triggered hormones that waged an
inside war for pleasure and perhaps closed her
pretty dripping thighs. Her ordeal will never make a
pervasive headline on the lips of people. 'If only
she...' there's no need to resign to an 'if only' game
of scruples. The sweet orgasm has been reaped
and the result is out as nature will have it. One
solution sticks out obviously: a back-alley abortion
to clean up what she believes to be a mess. But she
is so scared of it. Attached with all she has heard
about the intricacies that comes with abortion. It
gives her reasons to worry and to reconsider. Her
mind is scrambled. Her head is all fuzzy. She can't
force out a clean thought. Let alone concentrate on
her studies. And where is her boyfriend? Probably,
he's somewhere in a hurry to short circuit another
damsel to his bed. I guess he does that with
insulators on because he doesn't get electrocuted.
It's the girls who gets wounded and ruined. She
took a pep work and stopped by a church to seek
solace and buy her mind some distractions. The
pastor's message elicited some sense of remorse
from her. It crushed and stabbed her real deep. It
pricked her conscience severely. She cried and
contritely ask for God's forgiveness. At the end of
the pastor's prayer, the pastor announced that
there is a young pregnant student who is at the
point of getting rid of her baby. He further added
that God has forgiven her and turned her situation
into a blessing in disguise. She's carrying a success
story that'll achieve greatness in the service of the
Almighty. He also revealed that the baby is
destined to replace what was lost in her family.
Without much ado she quickly understood that she
is the one. The young student being referred to by
the pastor.
Angela's father was previously an ordained
preacher. He lost his grace and anointing when
greed for inordinate wealth accumulations sneaked
into his mind.
She left the church with a rigid mindset to keep
the baby at all cost. Her room mates discovered
and the humiliation kicked off. We all know how
rotten students can get with their mockery. It's
never a pleasant road that worth each stride. She'll
walk with her head bent to the ground almost
anytime. They awarded her a slandering degree,
Ph.D-Pikin Husband Degree. In her own case, a
runaway screwed up school boyfriend who left her
in the lurch. Her parents also found out. How the
hell they did and who spilled the beans to them is
not the issue. The issue is her parents are hell bent
at compelling her to abort the baby. She had tried
painstakingly to make them understand how evil
their motive is. They seem not interested at all. Or
only interested at saving themselves the shame it'll
bring. Her parents took to some drastic measures
all aimed at having her back to the wall. A way of
frustrating her to their will. They stopped sending
the usual amount of money she gets at regular
intervals. She was cash-strapped. They call her
everyday and pull all sort of threat. She have her
roommates to ignore which is tormenting. Now her
own parents is not helping. Her boyfriend is
somewhere she don't know, smiling with other girls
maybe. Her secret was further laid bare in her
department. That was the acme of it all. Being a
people person, she received an avalanche of phone
calls and visitations from her course mates. They all
displayed an avid eagerness to confirm the rumour.
Lying didn't help her. When a rumour circulate that
easily, it's actually conceivable. She couldn't go to
class anymore. One way to bury her head in the
sand. She had no money or provisions. Surviving in
school became difficult. Her parents insisted she
must go home for the abortion. They want to
handle it them self and be certain it'll be done.
Time was running out on her. The baby was
developing inside her. What about the pastor's
revelation?
The bane of her pregnancy wreaked her social
demeanor. She huddled herself into a a cold
enclave of a rueful loneliness. Since the world had
turned it hateful back against her with demeaning
talks. She had to retire herself to a sequestered
corner that has space for only one person.
She is carrying a divine child. They say good things
don't come easy sometimes. The humiliation,
sufferings and rejection she is steeped in have
clouded her mind. The essence she has on the
pastor's revelation disappeared. It's the surviving
chance of the baby growing inside her. She
couldn't carry on. Finally, she had to conceit to her
parent's wish.
The abortion was done. It got complicated and she
bleeded profusely for several days. The doctor did
all that could be done. The bleeding mysteriously
stopped 9days later on it own. The same day, later
at night. She's deeply asleep and got lost in a
nightmare. In the dream, she's heavily pregnant.
She went into labour and put to birth, a baby boy.
She woke up in anxiety. She was sniffing in
desperation and stack fear. Moments later, a heart
breaking baby cry filled her room. It is ear-splitting
and frightful. The baby cry sounds like a year old
child bitten by ants. She buried her head under her
pillow to block out the baby's cry. It's pointless. The
cry shrieked with a higher octave. Her heart beats
slammed hard against her rib cage. Snugly, her
fingers clenched her pillows searching for comfort.
She cried miserably as a chunk of saliva dribbled
from her mouth. Then she remembered the
pastor's warnings. She has taken a life which
deserves to live. A life destined for greatness. An
unborn baby whose future would make her a proud
mother. A child that belong to God. "I'm a
murderer! I've killed my own flesh. Why...?
Whyyy...?" She howled in pain and regret.
Every night is was tremulous and weary. She has to
endure a sleepless night. Her baby cries seeks for
her motherly cares. Her parents took her to every
diabolic places. Her situation remained the same.
Every night she hears a baby's voice; first faltering
attempts of a baby trying to talk. A baby learning
to call 'mummy'. "Mamm... Mammua... Maa...
Agiigi..gi..guaa..." The baby's voice echoed.
Shattering Angela's heart into shards of a broken
mirror. Her heart sunk to the bottom of a deadly
fear threatening to make her go round the bend.
"My babyy... I need my baby back. I need him."
She wailed.
One certain night, at wee hours, she woke up and
notice a young boy of about 16years sitting on her
bed, so close to her. Her mind flinched in fear. Her
fingers fidgeted as she curled them into her bed
covers. The boy looked sad like he's about to cry.
The little boy thrust his hand and touched her chin.
"Mum. I'm 16 today. And......


REX JOHNSON

Wow !!