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Sade’s phone began to ring very early the next morning and woke her up from her sleep. She swiped the green bu-tton aside without looking at the caller’s identity.
“Sister Sade,” the caller spoke up and she quic-kly recognized the church mummy’s voice.
“Mummy good morning ma” she greeted and searched her mind for a possible excuse to give for not picking nor returning her calls yesterday.
“How are you Sade? I called you five times yesterday and you didn’t pick nor bothered to call back. What happened?” The church mummy queried.
“Mummy, I’m sorry I went to farm and left my phone at home. When I c@m£ back, I quic-kly entered the kitchen to prepare food and didn’t check my phone till later in the night when I finished my work. I planned calling you today ma. Am sorry mummy.” Sade lied.
” I thought as much,” the church mummy said then continued.
“Sade, Temi will be celebr@ting his 20th birthday tomorrow and I want you to come around and help me out in the kitchen.” She said and Sade shouted in excitement.
“Ah! Temi is now a big boy o. Mummy don’t worry I will come in the morning tomorrow so we can have enough time to see and talk. I even saw you in my dream two days ago trying to tell me a story…” Sade was talking casually when the church mummy cut in laughing.
“Are you serious? In fact do come in the morning and share the dream with me. Everyb©dy in the house will be waiting for you. plea-se o, come along with my smart daughter Toyin.” She said and they both laughed before bidding each other good bye.
Sade ended the call and held her che-st,relieved that the church mummy believed her lies. She remembered the blood stain incident of yesterday and checked herself to see if she was stained but found nothing then she hissed at the thought of her b©dy pla-ying pranks on her.
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Kehinde’s phone buzzed and he picked it up and saw that he had a new SMS. On opening it,he saw Toyosi name and began to re-ad the text thus.
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✒“Good morning Kenny.” The text re-ad then continued. ?
“I believe you are fine. Well am not fine here.
What am about to say may actually sound
crazy but I can’t help it anymore. I’m willing
to let go of my pride to let you know how I
feel about you, and my insuppressible de-
sire to be the woman in your life.
I’m yet to recover from the shock of
hearing that you’re in a relationsh!pal-
re-ady because I had started building my
world around you hoping that things will
work out between us. Kenny I’ve never felt
the way am feeling for any man all my life.
I’m sick for you Kenny,and am not ashamed
to let you know that I love you like life itself.
I’m not lacking suitors Kenny, can’t even
believe am writing these with my hands.
I have countless number of suitors in and
out of the country but it’s you I nee-d. From
that first day I met you in your office, I’ve
not been able to get my mind off you.
plea-se, give me a space in your heart
Kenny, I promise I won’t hurt you …
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The text re-ad on and Kehinde got tired of re-ading, then dropped the phone and ru-bbe-d his eyes and head r0ûghly trying to clear off the confusion in his head. Sade have not been picking his calls and he wasn’t finding funny. His phone buzzed and he picked it up on seeing the church mummy name and number.
She informed him that Sade was coming to the city with Toyin tomorrow for Temi’s birthday and that he should also be around to see her and possibly speak with her. He smiled at the information and thanked her for her efforts then bade her good bye and was about dropping the phone when Toyosi’s call c@m£ in. He meditatively picked the call and hurriedly said,
“Toyo I will call you back later plea-se. Let me attend to something.” He said and ended the call without waiting to hear what she had to say.
Sade arrived the church mummy’s house with Toyin at exactly 10am and everyone in the house were overjoyed to see her. She knelt down before the Pastor in greeting and hvgged the church mummy pas-sionately.
“Temi oko mi” she hailed the church mummy’s first son who was celebr@ting his 20th birthday.
“Happy birthday oko Sade ” she jokingly tea-sed him and everyone in the parlor bur-sted into laughter as the young boy bec@m£ ashamed on hearing Sade call him her husband. She started calling Temi “oko mi’ right from when he was about ten years old because Temi used to say that he will marry aunty Sade when I grow up.
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” Hello brother Kehinde, guess what? ” the church mummy sneaked into her room to make a call.
“Sade just arrived not quite long.” She said laughing without waiting for him to guess….
When the church mummy finished speaking with Kehinde on the phone, she told him the best time he should come over to the house then dropped the phone and s£nt someone to bring Sade into her be-droom so that they could talk pri-vately.
“Sade, talk to me. How have you been coping with life, especially in the village?” The church mummy began to interrogate her carefully in the be-droom.
“Mummy I won’t lie to you, it has not been easy o. My life has taken a downward shape but God have been faithful all the same…” She was still talking when her phone started ringing. She quic-kly ended the call on seeing Olori’s number and was about switching the phone off when the church mummy spoke.
“Ah! No, sister Sade, answer your call.” She told her when she observed her uneasiness. Sade wanted to insist on switching off the phone when Olori’s call entered again and she stole a look at the church mummy who looked at her suspiciously and spoke up immediately.
“Pick that call Sade, after that you can then put off the phone.” She said with a mean face looking intently into Sade’s eyes. She swallowed ha-rd then swiped the green bu-tton to the right and placed the phone on her left ear but unfortunately for her, the phone setting was on loud speaker and the first words Olori spoke over the phone embarras-sed her before the church mummy.
“Sade mi, sweetheart mi till eternity, the only woman that makes the man in me rise …” Olori kept eulogising Sade over the phone without giving her the chance to even say hello.
” ermm… ejo Olori let’s talk later plea-se. I’m in a meeting. ” she said hurriedly with a shaking voice and hand then ended the call and switched off the phone without looking at the church mummy and silent permeated the room as the woman looked at Sade painfully as if she was trying to remember something.
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“Sister Sade,” the church mummy broke the silence and she answered her with out looking up.
“I want to tell you a story about my life that is very familiar with yours which many people do not know.” She continued.
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“I also had a child outside wedlock as a young girl before getting married. Temi whose birthday we are celebr@ting today is not daddy’s biological son,” the church mummy began to reveal and Sade looked up at her in surprise with her mouth opened agape.
“Yes,” the woman said smiling as she saw the surprise in her eyes.
“Sade, my case was worse than your case but I rose up from my fall. God reached forth his hands to my at the desperate period of my life and I held unto him and rose up from my mess.” She said then continued.
“I was privileged to be born and brou-ght up in a good Christian home but my parents were busy people. My father was a full time local church pastor who was struggling in ministry due to lack of funds so my supportive mother got engaged in her business and also tried her hands on other menial jobs in order to support my father in the ministry and to put food on the table and also provided our daily nee-ds.
My mother leaves home very early every morning and join us in the church from work,while my father stayed in the church praying and studying the bible and at the end of the month, he brou-ght home a little sti-pend from what the church paid him.
I was the first born child and so the responsibility of looking after my siblings fell on me. We would come back from school in the afternoon and meet our parents abs£nce,so my job was to warm the food and serve my siblings and myself after which I will guide them to do their home works. But my own homework sometimes used to be very difficult for me, so I begging different church members in my father’s church to help me out in solving the mathematical aspects of the homework. That was when I begged one uncle Paul who was a my father’s church member to help me solve a mathematics as-signment and he did bec@m£ a regular visitor to our house in the name of helping me to do my home works. My parents trusted him with us so much that whenever they travel out of town, they will call him to come and stay with us and he will sleep in our house for days till my parents comes back from their journey.
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One night, after my parents had traveled to the church headquarter for a conference, he delayed helping me to do my home work till late in the night when my siblings had gone to be-d, then he called me to the parlor for the homework. I was feeling sleepy but because I knew the punishment that await me the next day if I didn’t do my as-signments, I tried as much as possible to stay awake.
But midway into the night, I dozed off still with my writing materials in my hands. His mouth in my mouth woke me from my sleep, and I tried to push him away but he said I should calm down, that he was only trying to drive sleep away from my eyes, so I believed him and relaxed. He asked me to reciprocate by k!ss!nghim back in order to drive the sleep away fast, and I started meandering my ton-gue in his mouth and in no time I started finding it funny as he started tickling my w@!st and brea-sts.
He continued with the k!ss!ngstuff with me every night so de-eply so much that I started seeing it as a fun pl@yso I began to request it from him. He later told me he has another fun pl@yhe will teach me, and I gladly agreed with him that I will not tell anyb©dy when he gave me the condition for teaching me the fun pla-y.
He re-moved his trou-sers and went str!pped n-ked before then asked me to do the same, but I refused as fear gr!pp£dmy heart at the sight of his n-kedness. But he told me he will not be my friend again nor teach me mathematics again. He feigned annoyance and threatened me until I agreed to re-move my clothes before him. I covered my little brea-sts which were just sprouting out with my hands and he asked me to come and hvg him.
“That’s my baby girl!” Uncle Paul hailed me and beckoned on me to come and hvg him as he opened his arms wi-de to receive me.
Uncle Paul began to teach me the said fun pl@yby asking me to l@yover him on the be-d and I did as instructed. That night uncle Paul defiled me and was just eleven years old,but that one S-xual encounter with uncle Paul opened me up to a continuous immoral life as it got to a point that I graduated from slee-ping with only uncle Paul and started slee-ping with our neighbours who will in turn give me money.
My friends in school didn’t help matters too, so we got dee-per and dee-per into formication. My menstruation was delayed and I didn’t see it until I clocked fifteen. When I started seeing it, I told my friends who taught me how to package my self and what to do to avoid getting pregnant. I did everything they asked me to do and thankfully I didn’t get pregnant until at the age of nineteen when I finished my secondary school and started slee-ping with more matured men who insisted they won’t use c0nd0m.
At this stage I had outgrown my parents and didn’t have regards for my father especially for the fact that he was not living to expectations. I despised both him and his God and lived my life the way I wanted.
I sle-pt with a man who gave me a hvge amount of money and promised to sponsor me in higher institution but got pregnant in the process…
“When I found out that I was pregnant, I resolved to ab-ort the child since I didn’t know exactly who was responsible among the numerous men I was slee-ping with. I nee-ded enough money to carry out the ab-ortion in a specialist’s center suggested by a friend of mine,so I told the rich man that promised to sponsor me in the higher institution that I was pregnant for him, because according to my calculation, he was the only man I sle-pt with the previous month without protec-tion. The man bec@m£ very angry with me and ordered me to go and ab-ort the child in my wo-mb even before I could tell him my plans.
” Do you want to destroy my marriage? I’m married with three beautiful kids for crying out loud.
I’m giving you the sum of twenty thousand naira right now and you are to go and re-move that thing in your wo-mb first thing tomorrow morning.” He said searching himself immediately, brou-ght out a hvge amount of money and counted the sum of twenty thousand naira out to me.
Twenty thousand naira was a hvge amount of money then and that day was my first day of handling such amount of money.
The money was more than enough to carry out the ab-ortion, pay a one year rent for me and also buy me anything I nee-ded for that period, but when i saw how desperate he wanted me to ab-ort the child, i asked him to t©p the money for me with an extra ten thousand naira and he did immediately without saying a word. So, I bec@m£ a big girl at the age of nineteen, but I wasn’t still contented as I saw the pregnancy as a means of ma-king more money. I started telling other men I had sle-pt with that they were responsible for my pregnancy and that I nee-ded money to go for an ab-ortion, many of them responded by giving me the amount of money I requested for and in less than two months, I had over a hundred thousand naira without my parent’s knowledge.
I went to the specialist center in the company of my friend for the ab-ortion and it was done but little did I know that the ab-ortion was not successfully done.
I had a set of twins in my tommy but only one got ab-orted, Temi went and hid himself at a hinder place so the ab-ortion knives didn’t t©uçh him nor did the pills affected him. More surprising was the fact that I didn’t know I was pregnant until about seven months later, I was busy slee-ping around with men not knowing I was carrying a child in my wo-mb, yet I was seeing my period monthly and my tommy didn’t protrude in anyway. So there was nothing to give me a clue that I was pregnant until the day my health broke down, that I started taking malaria drugs but there was no improvement, so I decided to go for test since I had enough money. When the test result c@m£ out, I was told the unimaginable and I bur-sted out in a long laugh.
“That’s not possible” I argued when I was told that I was seven months pregnant.
“I saw my period last month and for the past few months, I have been seeing my period. Look here at my stomach, how possible is it that seven months pregnancy has not changed my outward looks, and my stomach is still as flat as it used to be..” I continued until the doctor halted me.
“Young lady, from the scan carried out on you because of your complaints of constant stomach cramps, it’s discovered that your case is that of an ect©pic pregnancy and in most ect©pic pregnancy cases, there are usually no physical traces of pregnancy like a heavily protruding stomach on the women. So, your case is not in any way different from the normal ect©pic pregnancy cases..” The doctor explained ma-king me more confused with his medical jargons.
“Ect©pic pregnancy? Can you explain to me what that mean plea-se?” I asked with a worried countenance.
“Calm down young girl, you don’t have to be worried for the sake of your condition and that of your precious child…” The doctor began when he saw how worried I was.
“You see, ect©pic pregnancy is a complication of pregnancy in which the embryo attaches outside the uterus. Signs and symptoms usually include abdominal pain or cramps and v@g!n@ l bleeding…” The doctor was explaining professionally and the more he explained, the more confused I bec@m£.
“Doctor can you plea-se explain it to me in a layman English?” I asked almost losing my patience.
“There’s nothing more to explain, what I’ve been saying is that the child in your wo-mb is located outside the wo-mb which is the perfect place a child should be formed. And for your information, you are to get re-ady to birth the child throu-gh surgical operation, or else, we may lose both you and the child.”
The doctor said in finality and fear gr!pp£dmy heart. I went straight to my friend’s house and told her everything the doctor said but she didn’t accept the doctor’s report as true. She suggested I go for another pregnancy test and if found positive, I should go back to the ab-ortion specialist to wash my stomach. It was the ab-ortion appointment I was preparing to go for the next day after the second test confirmed me pregnant, then I had a terrible dream where I went for the ab-ortion and died in the ab-ortion theatre.
I bec@m£ afraid and told my friends that I won’t be able to do the ab-ortion stuff anymore, they urged me to go for it but I insisted I was not going because I was very much afraid of death. I didn’t know how my religious parents will take the news of my pregnancy, and i was afraid my poor mother will die from the shock , so with the money I had gathered, I ran away from home and traveled far away from home to Benin city where I paid for an ap@rtment which would last for four months then got myself registered in a hospital for the surgical operation.
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To_be_Continued