"Folake!, Are you pregnant?".
Though I was asleep, but my mother's voice jerked me into consciousness, I saw her standing at the doorway of my room...
I didn't hear what she said clearly the first time, but when I saw my test results in her hands, then I began to shiver....
"Folake, I would ask you just one more time, are you really pregnant?", She asked again.
I stood up from the bed immediately, my heart began to beat so fast, I didn't know what to say, tears began to roll from my eyes...
I saw disappointed in my mother's eye, she tried to say another word but she couldn't, she just laughed giving off a painful expression and walked out of the room...
I knew I would be dead if my dad found out, and my mother would surely tell him...
Flash back to when I met olamide, my first love who was responsible for my pregnancy....
I wouldn't lie, it was my first time loving any guy..
At eighteen, my mom took me to learn hair dressing cause there was no money yet to enroll in nursing school which was my dream course...
I met olamide when he escorted his sister to the shop I was learning from, she came to make her hair, I was the one that made the hair and it was really beautiful....
"Wow, this hair is really nice oo", he had said that day..
He was so handsome and a very clean guy of twenty four years old, I fell in love with him the moment he stepped into our shop...
His sister had collected my number for hair home service, I didn't know she just used that as an excuse to collect my number for her brother....
To cut the long story short, he asked me out and I agreed, things were going smoothly until he invited me to his apartment...
I knew what he wanted to do, but I felt I wouldn't let him take advantage of me, I thought my heart was strong enough, but the way he begged me and made me feel guilty, I had to allow him have his way, and I didn't really regret anything cause he was the man I loved...
We made love several times and my mum believed I was still a virgin..., I would leave my madam's shop by four in the evening and head straight to his place cause he stayed alone...
He would serve me so much goodies,we would gist and laugh, and then after a while, we would go straight to having sexx...
I knew what I was doing was totally wrong but my conscience wasn't enough to stop me...
I started to suspect that I was pregnant when I could no longer stand for long hours to make hair for customers,I would get so tired and hungry if I did any strenuous work at home ...., I felt it was malaria, I began to take malaria drugs, but nothing was working, the sickness was getting worse....
What broke the camel's back was when my menstrual flow didn't arrive even after two months, I decided to use the pregnancy kit and the result showed two lines...
I was so naive and I didn't know what that really meant...., So I decided to go to the hospital, that was when I got the result that I was two months and three weeks pregnant!!!...
It seemed to me like a nightmare but the worst nightmare was the fact that my mum had found out...
"Daddy, come and see something", I heard my mom shout from the parlour, my mother usually refered to my dad as 'daddy' if she wanted to tell him something really serious....
I was still standing at that spot my mother had left me when my dad barged into my room almost knocking my door down...
"Folake, what is the meaning of this thing I'm reading, you are what???", He asked me holding a very thick wire ...
He flogged me till I was almost lifeless on the ground.....
I've known my dad to be wicked but not wicked to the extent of killing me....
My mum was begging him, yet he wouldn't stop, I could feel life leaving my body and I knew that I would miscarry the baby in my stomach....
My mother began to call all my elder siblings on phone cause I was the last born, but my dad didn't flinch...., I was able to escape and run out of the house without any slippers or money, I was running to my boyfriend's house....
My boyfriend stayed around my area so it was easy for me to get to his place....
"Ola!, Ola!!!!!", I started screaming his name before even reaching his apartment, he came out immediately, I think he could hear my voice from a distance...
He was so shocked to see me running to his place like a mad person...
"Baby, what happened, why are you bleeding!!!, Baby what happened, who's pursuing you, why are you running!!!!", He was asking me all these questions, I didn't know which one to answer first....
I just slumped in his arms.....
"Baby, what happened, why are you bleeding!!!, Baby what happened, who is pursuing you, why are you running!!!", He was asking me all these question and I didn't know which one to answer first...
I just slumped in his arms...
He began to bombard me with questions, but I still couldn't say a word.....
I was so traumatized, I couldn't even talk for close to an hour..., I was crying like a baby, marks were all over my body from my father's beating....
My boyfriend tried all he could to calm me down, but the pain was too much...
He insisted we went to the hospital, but I refused, my feet were injured...
He used cold water and Rob to massage my body and gave me painkiller drugs before I speak....
When I had gotten a little bit of strength,I broke the news to him...
"Olamide, I'm pregnant for you", I said to him...
He was so shocked, he didn't say anything for a while...
"Won't you even say anything", I was so irritated, coupled with the pain I was feeling....
"Is that why they beat you like this", he asked...
"Yes that's why, it's because of you".
"Baby, I'm really sorry..., Did you tell them yourself that you are pregnant?", He asked me.
"No, my mum saw the test results in the dustbin were I threw it, I didn't know she would see it, I would have torn it to pieces", I said regretfully.
"But she still would have found out".
"Yeah, I know, but not like this".
He cuddled me and consoled me, I was lucky to have someone like him that didn't think of denying the child...
I started living with my boyfriend, I couldn't go back home, I would stay indoors all through the day crying...
Everything was boring for me, my mother would call me on the phone, even my siblings, I didn't pick any of their calls....
I was depressed, my stomach was protuding, I was so ashamed to go out, I felt everyone would be disappointed in me.....
Olamide my boyfriend, was there for me all through my hardest time, his mother also came to assist me...
She didn't judge me, she knew I was already feeling miserable, she embraced me and made me believe that life still continues, whatever the mistake may be....
After about three months, my mom called me, I had Missed her so much, I just had to pick...
"Folake, where are you", she asked worriedly...
I couldn't say anything, I just started crying...
"You know your family loves you so much, come back home"...
My parents never knew that I was staying very close to them, but I could never tell them...
"Folake, are you there??, Folake, folake...."
I cut the call immediately...
The next call was from my dad...
I could never forget how he almost broke my legs while beating me like he needed my death..
I picked the call...
"Folake, how are you", that was the first question he asked me...
"I'm fine sir, Good morning sir".
"Where are you right now"
I didn't respond to that question...
"I'm sure you are with the man responsible for your pregnancy".
I didn't respond again.
"Give him the phone"...
I went to the kitchen to give my boyfriend the phone, he was trying to make something for us to eat...
I gave him the phone and he had a discussion with my dad for close to thirty minutes, I could see my boyfriend laughing and gisting with my dad, I was so surprised...
I was thinking my dad would start scolding him or something, I never knew they would use my phone to keep laughing and chatting for close to half an hour.....
It was later I knew what was going on...
They were discussing about wedding plans...
My dad wanted to do a small wedding for me and my boyfriend.
I didn't know how complicated it was going to be...
I couldn't believe this was happening, I didn't plan to get married this early...
After so long, I finally visited my parents with my boyfriend...
They welcomed him very well and my mum served him one of her best delicacies...
My parents began to discuss the marriage plans with my boyfriend, they asked me to leave the parlour cause they didn't want me to listen to what they were saying...
But I stood at the passage, eavesdropping on their conversation, everything was all about marriage, nobody was talking about the fact that I still had to go to school...
Have I missed my opportunity of going to school because of how I had complicated my life?, I asked myself that rhetorical question...
Tears flowed from my eyes, what have I done to myself, I looked at my boyfriend, he was already a graduate, but I was still yet to begin my life, yet I ruined myself.....
When my boyfriend was leaving the house, my parents didn't allow him take me with them...
I sat in my room that I had abandoned, the TV had broken, I remembered how my father had pushed down the TV when he was flogging me...
He detested a wayward life, my parents trained me well, yet love pushed me to a tight corner...
My hair ruffled and my stomach protruded, I sat at a corner of my room drooling in my depression...
My mom came into my room, she sat down at the edge of my bed and stared at my protruded tummy..
"You have to stop all this childish behavior, you will soon become a mother and a wife", she had said..
"I want to go to school", I blurted out, I began to cry like a child...
"You should have thought of that before you did what you did", she said staring at me pitifully..
"I wish I could turn back the hand of time, mum I'm sorry, I'm sincerely sorry",I buried my face in my hands and continued crying...
"Folake, me too I wish I could turn back the hand of time too, but you know it's not possible..., I know you want to go to school but you must face this challenge first before anything, thank God your boyfriend is responsible, you will give birth and get married before you think of school", My mother had said tapping my back..
Truly, if I wanted to engage in sexx like normal adults, I should be ready to get married and take care of children....
Because In reality, the thing about sexx is that when a mistake is made, then you would realize that pleasure comes with pain...
The end... read IN LOVE WITH MY PATOR
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