Thursday, 2 August 2018

Diary of an Atonement Child 7 By Beebah


It was all a dream, they were no blood, no screams, no accidents.
I laid on my bed helplessly as I imagined what would happen to me in the next minute, hours, or nearest future. Then I heard a knock on the door, my mum had come with some police men who introduced themselves and said a stranger who was at the scene where we were raped had come all the way to trace us down here and reported the case to the police.
They asked several questions like the appearances of the monsters. As I was trying to figure out the appearance of the leader,it took my memory to the ugly scene and I wept profusely as I could feel the pain again and seeing that a product of the monster still grows inside me kills me.
I was comforted and the police men begged that I should help their investigation by cooperating so they can apprehend the rapist and his gangs. All this didn’t bother me, I just want to get rid of that champ growing in me and start a new life.
Days grew very fast like I had wanted and its nine months already!. It started while I was making pap for my sick mum, then I felt a sharp pain in my tommy, then at my back, then my legs became very heavy.
I could hardly move an inch, I screamed loud and shouted for help, my mum rushed in and quickly went to get the baby’s clothes, she said “you are due” I didn’t understand until she got a cab took me to the hospital and the nurses held me on both sides and took me to the labour room then I knew I was about to become the youngest mother of a fatherless child.
The labour was hell, I saw the gates of heaven and came back, I spoke in tongues, quoted both bible and the Qur’an, screamed, cried, think of it…. It was a bitter experience. Even the look on the faces of patients and nurses who were there was nothing to write home about.
Who would blame someone seeing a girl of my age in labor? I’d have done worse if I were to be in their shoes.
It was a baby boy, am sure he looked exactly like the monster and I knew he had come to make the rest of my life miserable.
Several evil thoughts occurred like strangling the baby, pouring water in his nostrils, or even starving him to death, but my mum was the savior he had brought from heaven. She was always interrupting my evil thoughts.
Enitan has grown into a chubby, handsome and highly inquisitive boy now. And he is right here reading my diary as I write to you.

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