So, in the last episode, our narrator had just
committed an abortion and you could
deduce that she is just sixteen years
old...hmm...let
what the deal with the fear of her mother is
all about.
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“Are you through with what I asked you to
do? See, I have someone special from the
government coming here tonight , I do not
want to sight even the slightest dust. Where
is that good for nothing child?”
I cringed in the corner of my room as I
heard mother’s voice from the sitting room.
“She..she..is in the bathroom…” Mama Zainab
replied, I could feel the lack of confidence in
her voice
. She was afraid of mother…
“What nonsense! Is she giving birth in the
bathroom! Would you call her out for me
this minute! I do not have time for this
nonsense!” Mother shouted at her and soon
I heard the sound of her shoe as she walked
away, climbing the staircase that led to her
room.
I waited until I could hear it no more, then I
slowly stood up, holding a hand to my
rumbling tummy, back to my bed.
My stomach hurt a lot, ever since I did what I
did last week. It was like something that
have come together probably to hold the
baby in place are now forcefully going back
to their places…..the lady nurse had said it
was cramps…to me it was a torture.
I could hardly breathe .
Mama Zainab was our cleaner who doesn’t
live with us, she usually come from her
house
. She had been covering for me. She was the
only nicest person to me and she is also
afraid of mother.
The door creaked and I saw her come in.
Her white hair shone against the white bulb
in my room…I could see concern all over her
wrinkled face. She shouldn’t be that old,
probably in her early forties or fifties, but, try
working for mother for two years and you
would look your doubled-age….pa
grammar for that but you know what I
mean.
She moved to me on the bed, placing a hand
on my forehead.
“Oh dear poor child! You are burning up.
What do we do? Your mother must not hear
of this! You know how she does.”
I sighed heavily, closing my eyes, trying to
stop the spinning room. I could still feel the
blood rushing out of me., this time it was
thicker, I could feel it as it squeezed it way
out of its entrance, dropping into the last
pad that I have been using since last night…
actually the only piece that remained.
“Mama Zainab, I don’t know what to do. I …I
can’t do anything like this but I don’t want
to put you into trouble so,…I will try stand
up….”
I realized she wasn’t saying anything, then I
looked at her, she was touching a red stain
on the bed…
“Oh my God! Are you on your period?”
I nodded quickly.
She looked confused.
“Thought you told me you couldn’t see it.”
“We..well…I later did.” I replied weakly,
hoping I would have convinced her enough
. we were looking at each other and
somehow, she connected everything
together, looking at me in horror, she placed
a hand over her parched lips.
Read " Black Widow " by the same author
( Tobi Loba )
. I knew I had lost.
“Oh my God! You were pregnant, from that
rape, right?”
I nodded, bursting into tears. Quickly, she
bent over me, hugging me and rocking my
back with her frail hands.
“I am so sorry. Oh my God! You are to young
for this. Why didn’t you tell me, I would have
followed you.”
I said nothing, the tears were just flooding
down my cheek. I had only told her of the
rape but not the pregnancy.
“Did you tell her about the rape?”
“Yea,she didn’t believe me.” I replied as I
recalled that night I had gone to tell my
mother.
She was busy applying make-up to her face
when I burst in…she was terrified and angry
but I was more angry when I saw the same
man still lying half-naked on her bed,
covered only by the towel around his torso,
looking at me as if nothing had happened.
I was dumbfounded and my heart was
beating so fast. I was so confused.
“What do you want you this stupid girl? Are
you crazy to have burst into my room like
that? How many times do you want me to
tell you to never come here?”
I had said nothing...inste
man. “He..he…raped me…he raped me.” I
stammered weakly, falling to my knee and
looking at my mother desperately hoping
she would arrest him or do something.
Instead, she had looked at him, he
shrugged. “That girl is really out of her mind.
Send her away.”
Just like that, mother had faced me again
and said to me sternly, pointing to the door.
“Get out!”
I had wanted to protest but, she pushed me
out, slamming the door after me…I had cried
bitterly that morning until Mama Zainab had
found me .
“Did you buy any pill?” Mama Zainab asked
me, interrupting my thoughts and I nodded.
“Good, do you still have enough pad?”
I shook my head.
She sighed. “You need more pad, your blood
flow won’t stop anytime soon. I am hoping
your mother would pay me today for both
last month and this month, with that I can
get you some.”
I smiled and was about to say something
when the door suddenly burst open-
Standing by the door, looking as beautiful as
her ever in her sparkling diamonds and
expensive gown, was my mother, she
looked very angry.
*********** ****** *****
Okay, let's just say that will be a big Gobe! So
what do you think will happen next,
knowing the kind of mother she is?
Next after 200 likes and comments, thanks
for reading.
committed an abortion and you could
deduce that she is just sixteen years
old...hmm...let
what the deal with the fear of her mother is
all about.
************ ********* **********
“Are you through with what I asked you to
do? See, I have someone special from the
government coming here tonight , I do not
want to sight even the slightest dust. Where
is that good for nothing child?”
I cringed in the corner of my room as I
heard mother’s voice from the sitting room.
“She..she..is in the bathroom…” Mama Zainab
replied, I could feel the lack of confidence in
her voice
. She was afraid of mother…
“What nonsense! Is she giving birth in the
bathroom! Would you call her out for me
this minute! I do not have time for this
nonsense!” Mother shouted at her and soon
I heard the sound of her shoe as she walked
away, climbing the staircase that led to her
room.
I waited until I could hear it no more, then I
slowly stood up, holding a hand to my
rumbling tummy, back to my bed.
My stomach hurt a lot, ever since I did what I
did last week. It was like something that
have come together probably to hold the
baby in place are now forcefully going back
to their places…..the lady nurse had said it
was cramps…to me it was a torture.
I could hardly breathe .
Mama Zainab was our cleaner who doesn’t
live with us, she usually come from her
house
. She had been covering for me. She was the
only nicest person to me and she is also
afraid of mother.
The door creaked and I saw her come in.
Her white hair shone against the white bulb
in my room…I could see concern all over her
wrinkled face. She shouldn’t be that old,
probably in her early forties or fifties, but, try
working for mother for two years and you
would look your doubled-age….pa
grammar for that but you know what I
mean.
She moved to me on the bed, placing a hand
on my forehead.
“Oh dear poor child! You are burning up.
What do we do? Your mother must not hear
of this! You know how she does.”
I sighed heavily, closing my eyes, trying to
stop the spinning room. I could still feel the
blood rushing out of me., this time it was
thicker, I could feel it as it squeezed it way
out of its entrance, dropping into the last
pad that I have been using since last night…
actually the only piece that remained.
“Mama Zainab, I don’t know what to do. I …I
can’t do anything like this but I don’t want
to put you into trouble so,…I will try stand
up….”
I realized she wasn’t saying anything, then I
looked at her, she was touching a red stain
on the bed…
“Oh my God! Are you on your period?”
I nodded quickly.
She looked confused.
“Thought you told me you couldn’t see it.”
“We..well…I later did.” I replied weakly,
hoping I would have convinced her enough
. we were looking at each other and
somehow, she connected everything
together, looking at me in horror, she placed
a hand over her parched lips.
Read " Black Widow " by the same author
( Tobi Loba )
. I knew I had lost.
“Oh my God! You were pregnant, from that
rape, right?”
I nodded, bursting into tears. Quickly, she
bent over me, hugging me and rocking my
back with her frail hands.
“I am so sorry. Oh my God! You are to young
for this. Why didn’t you tell me, I would have
followed you.”
I said nothing, the tears were just flooding
down my cheek. I had only told her of the
rape but not the pregnancy.
“Did you tell her about the rape?”
“Yea,she didn’t believe me.” I replied as I
recalled that night I had gone to tell my
mother.
She was busy applying make-up to her face
when I burst in…she was terrified and angry
but I was more angry when I saw the same
man still lying half-naked on her bed,
covered only by the towel around his torso,
looking at me as if nothing had happened.
I was dumbfounded and my heart was
beating so fast. I was so confused.
“What do you want you this stupid girl? Are
you crazy to have burst into my room like
that? How many times do you want me to
tell you to never come here?”
I had said nothing...inste
man. “He..he…raped me…he raped me.” I
stammered weakly, falling to my knee and
looking at my mother desperately hoping
she would arrest him or do something.
Instead, she had looked at him, he
shrugged. “That girl is really out of her mind.
Send her away.”
Just like that, mother had faced me again
and said to me sternly, pointing to the door.
“Get out!”
I had wanted to protest but, she pushed me
out, slamming the door after me…I had cried
bitterly that morning until Mama Zainab had
found me .
“Did you buy any pill?” Mama Zainab asked
me, interrupting my thoughts and I nodded.
“Good, do you still have enough pad?”
I shook my head.
She sighed. “You need more pad, your blood
flow won’t stop anytime soon. I am hoping
your mother would pay me today for both
last month and this month, with that I can
get you some.”
I smiled and was about to say something
when the door suddenly burst open-
Standing by the door, looking as beautiful as
her ever in her sparkling diamonds and
expensive gown, was my mother, she
looked very angry.
*********** ****** *****
Okay, let's just say that will be a big Gobe! So
what do you think will happen next,
knowing the kind of mother she is?
Next after 200 likes and comments, thanks
for reading.
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