This is a continuation from yesterdays story “but I was just 14”.
After the tests, I sat at the reception with my mother. All through, I
didn’t say a word. It was just mother that was sobbing and saying things like “Olorun,
bawo lo se ma fin mi ni omobinrin eleyi?” (Meaning dear God, why would you give
me a daughter like this). People coming in and going out of the hospital kept
looking at mother and at that moment, I was glad I didn’t sit close to her.
The doctor came out with a few sheets of paper in her hand and called
us into her office. She started by saying I was clean and free from any disease
and infection that usually accompanies sexual intercourse. When she started
talking about anti natal care and how a teenager can
be safe during pregnancy,
I knew something bad had happened. She gave my mother the test results and as
soon as my mother glanced at them, she looked at me, stood up with rage and
started beating me. I couldn’t even cry, I couldn’t shout I couldn’t move and I
couldn’t even think properly. I was pregnant! Why? I knew I was going to drop out of school
because no school would let a pregnant girl remain in it.
My life was ruined by my best friend. When we got home, mother went to
Rotimi’s house and I saw her dragging him by his ear to the house. I just
peeped from the window in the kitchen. She brought him to the house and shouted
my name. As I came out, she roughly pushed me to him and told me to go and
‘meet my husband’. I hated Rotimi so much from that moment because that was the
first time I was looking into his face after the incident. I could have simply
walked straight to the police station and given Rotimi up but I just calmly
went into the house, got my things, (mother had already packed my things so I could
go and live with Rotimi because a non virgin living in her house is an
abomination) and walked away from the both of them. Mother was a religious
fanatic. She kept raining insults on Rotimi as he followed me begging. I didn’t
say a word and I proceeded to the bus stop to get a bus to Calabar. My primary
school math teacher lived there and we were really close and she knew about the
rape and pregnancy. I left Rotimi and mother behind. At that moment, all I
needed was help and support because I had no idea of where to start from or
what to do. Luckily for me, I had little
money on me so I got on a bus straight to Calabar to meet Aunty Inibong………………………
SORRY FOR THE SUSPENSE GUYS BUT THIS STORY HAS TO BE CONTINUED. BUT DON’T
WORRY, IT WOULD BE CONTINUED LATER TODAY
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