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My mind as a teenager episode 79

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My mind as a teenager


episode 79

11 September 2013.

I woke up with a sharp pain in my lower


I looked at the wall clock hanging in my room

and it read 2:17am. I ran to the toilet thinking

that I was pressed or something but nothing

came out.


I came out to continue my sleep but each

time I closed my eyes,the pain would return. I

think it came every 20 minutes or less. I

tossed on the bed. Nothing occurred to me

that I was in labour.

I remained awake till 6am. I checked my

phone but there was no airtime. I sent Vivian

a call me back SMS and she called me

immediately. I asked her to send me airtime

that I needed to call my mum. She agreed

and ended the call.

Thirty minutes later,I got no message so I

went to my WhatsApp and sent my mum

messages,telling her how I felt and my

inability to sleep. God being merciful,mum

called immediately. She asked me to pick the

bag that was in her wardrobe (she had earlier

brought out the ones that will be needed at

the hospital) and rush to the hospital and

that I should take my bath with hot water

before leaving. She said she would drive

down to Onitsha(from nsuka) immediately.

I did as she told me; took my bath with hot

water and wore a gown. Someone who had

seen me that morning

with my bag would

think I was travelling. I walked as slow as the

pain would let me. I got to a tricycle(keke)

stand and chartered one to the hospital. I got

there and was lucky enough to pick number

2. The nurses knew what was wrong with me

so they took my bag and asked me to be

walking round the premises till it was Time to

see the doctor.


As I walked round,the pain stopped so I went

and sat down. I hated Raymond that

moment. Not even a call or a text,I began to

realise that life isn’t what we all think it is. I

even began to know that love was just a

word used to confuse timid girls like me. He

didn’t even think about the problem I had

saved him from by not mentioning his name.

If I had a knife then,I would have killed him

and killed myself as well. …….. But who are

we to make decisions? God uses a lot of

experience to teach us lessons. I sat at the

hospital reception with a lot of thoughts in

my head. My mum arrived when the first

patient went to see the doctor. She asked

why I had not asked any of my street girls to

accompany me but I told her that I wanted to

be alone.


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were finally ushered into the doctors



He checked me and said it was labour but its

starting as contraction. He inserted a white

drug into my body and asked that I go to the

labour room and wait till my water breaks. I

got to the room and was surprised to see

three other women and

a teenage girl like

me. In her own case, she was in labour but

her mum kept shouting on her that she

should die because of the shame she had

brought their family. I looked at my mum and

she smiled lovingly at me.

The nurses gave me a bed and asked that I

UnCloth and tie only my wrapper,I shouldn’t

even put on a pant. I undressed and sat

down on my bed. Mum excused herself and

went to buy me food which I ate and slept

amidst wails from other women in the room.


I woke up with that same sharp pain but this

time, it didn’t stop. The wall clock showed it

was some minutes past five . My mum was

sitting on the bed looking at me. I let out a

scream and she held me,asking me not to

cry,that if I do,I’ll continue to cry during each

labour but if I stayed strong,that it will be

easy for me the next time. The pain even

increased as she said that. Next thing I

knew,I was running Unclad in the

room,beating my mum,praying and asking

God to take my life. None of the women had

given birth by that time.


Remembering my mum’s words,I swallowed

my pain but didn’t stop hitting my mum. She

endured them all,even rubbed my waist to

help reduce the pains. I started having a

discharge of blood and white mucus. The

pain didn’t stop as well. I cried silently and

wished for death to come as the pain was

much and not stopping at all.



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