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Dear Mother,
I was excited.
I had watched many
of my friends leave me for the world, watched the grand reception that welcomed
their arrival and I eagerly looked forward to the day I would experience that
kind of reception, the day I would be brought into the world. So it was with
joy that I entered your womb, eager to get through the traditional nine months
of growth in you. I could hardly wait to see you; I could hardly wait for you
to hold me in your arms.
I had only stayed
six weeks when all of a sudden, my comfort zone – your womb, started to feel
like a pool of hot lead. I saw objects like tiny demons tearing at me, bent on
devouring every part of my undeveloped body. Oh, what a painful experience!
It has been five
years now but I still remember the pain like it happened just yesterday. I
remember I wanted to run but there was nowhere to run to. I cried as the pain
slowly took over my whole body.
You were trying to
get rid of me.
How could you do such
a thing? Why didn’t you want me? Even if you hated
me so much, you could have
had me and given me up, I deserved a chance to live and it was not my fault my
maker chose you.
As I tried to hang
on to my little life, I clutched and scraped the walls of my home. If I was
going to die, if you could do this to me, then I had to make sure that home was
destroyed so that none of my friends would ever come back here to experience that
kind of painful and unbearable torture.
YOURS FOREVER,
YOUR ABORTED DAUGHTER; THE REASON YOU ARE
BARREN
WRITTEN
BY:OGUNJIMI ABIDEMI
OLUWABAMIYO
G. FATILEWA IS A LAW GRADUATE OF THE PRESTIGIOUS
UNIVERSITY OF IBADAN. HE IS A FREELANCE WRITER, A BLOGGER AND A REALIST.
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