Annette
The nurses were rude and hostile. But I expected that,
welcomed it even. This was not supposed to be an enjoyable experience for me.
The doctor walked in. As he stared at me I rationalised that I was imagining
the expression of disgust on his face, the one that matched the look the nurses
had given me earlier; the look that had raised Addie’s protective instincts and
had her nearly cussing out the nurses. He started to explain the procedure to
me, he said I was two months along and that meant the procedure should be
simple though I would still require anaesthesia, I stared at his lips moving
and fear gripped me. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I wondered
if I would die like those girls in the Ghanaian movies always did. I wondered
if I would feel evil afterwards. I wished I would die on the table then at
least I wouldn’t have to live with this choice.
I walked into the clinic reception. Taking halting steps, I
couldn’t move faster if I wanted to. I saw Addie sitting in a corner and beside
her, Kwame? What was he doing here? They
noticed me and walked over to me. “Is it over already? Wow that was fast. Why
didn’t you wait for me to come get you” Addie peppered me with questions.
Shaking my head I turned to Kwame and asked “what are you doing here?”
“You
didn’t fool me in school, sweetie. I picked the tests from the bin you dumped
them in. I followed you to Accra, and called Addie. I hoped to stop you before
you did this, baby you didn’t have to do this, I love you and I would have
loved the baby. I want to be with you. We would make it work, I’m sorry you had
to...”
“I didn’t do it, I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t...” my voice broke as
I started to cry
“sshhhh its ok sweetie” he said gathering me into his arms “it’s
ok. We will make it work, okay. I’m here for you.” I hugged him tight looking
over his shoulder my gaze met Addie’s.
She smiled at me with tears streaming
down her face.
Thoughts, regrets,
worries rush through my brain.
As she looks at me her smile is replaced with a
puzzled expression. I smiled back tremulously.
It was going to be okay.
Somehow
we would make it work, so what if the baby wasn’t Kwame’s.
what..what?!!!
ReplyDeletethe plot thickens....Aichaa, please update soon