Mum stared at me in amazement.
Doctor Abdullah asked.
"Have you ever aborted?"
My heart suddenly sank to his titanic question, leaving about a million thoughts in my head.
"Never!" I replied coldly.
"Then it should be how you are born. You were born with a perforated womb."
'How possible?' I smirked for a while, everything seem confusion and is still confusing to me.
"I'll advice you really have to reduce stress. Once you hit 7 months, you'll have to come for check-up in the hospital."
"What?! But why?" Mum cuts in. Her eyes requesting immediate answers.
Just then, Imam Hussain walked in. Ibrahim rushed to him as he didn't want to spill the bean with his own mouth either. The expression on his sweaty face was like 'It was all dad's fault.'"Honey. Òkòò mi,Òlòwò òrì mi! È káábò..." She threw her hands around him and held him tightly. Ibrahim ran back, watching them both as if he wasn't."Where's Aisha? It's been 3 weeks since I got dischaged and I've not set my eyes on her? Neither have I heard from her as well. What's going on? Please, talk to me."Imam Hussain looked dumpfounded as he was totally speechless."Errrr..... Aisha is fine." He started thinking of words to calm her down. He didn't want to lie or cause any m
****** In Lagos ***4:00 a.mHajia Zainab cut the vain in her right wrist as she he passed out immediately. Dad and Ibro rushed her to the hospital while Danlami stayed at home. She got admitted and the doctor said she might need a psychiatrist.???*** In Abuja ***5:00 a.m.I couldn't sleep. I kept dreaming. Dreaming my mum was in pain or about the incident or being lost in a forest or even loosing my babies through operation. I keep having different kind of nightmares but I keep on praying as we
***A week Later,My Waec result was out and It was a distinctionful, excellent result that deserves waiting for. I mean, I scored seven A1's and two B2's out of the nine subjects I registered for.The jamb result was equally awesome! It came out with 330. Well, mum... I mean Hajia Maryam is working an admission for me into the university of Abuja and ABU, Zaria. I just can't wait to become a gynecologist. Yaay!!...***One Bright Morning...After offering our usual Subhi prayer, the Akerele's called me behind. Mum started..."Aisha, my dear. It's six months already, how
She clinged to my hand all through and persuaded to drop me off. I opposed but she insisted.We went to where she parked her car and she put all the baggage into the boot. It was a white model 6, Lexus jeep. She said her dad presented it to her last year, on her sweet-sixteenth birthday. I wanted a lab-coat for my 16th birthday; but my dad bought me a wrist-watch instead.I only heard her parents were filthy rich. As she was born and brought up in South Africa. Her dad own hospitals in various places, in and out of the country while her mum is a senior advocate in the University of Abuja."I so admire you, Aisha. Your way of life and the way you recite Qur'an...""Really?... Zainab!" I blushed.
***12: 00 p.m.It's been six hours now and the rain just stopped. I sat on a piece of stone, gazing at the hot, shinny ball rising in the blue sky. How I wish the sun would understand my feelings, heal my wounds or perhaps, send Mrs. Akerele to open the gates.I was still outside, knocking. Why is Hajia Maryam doing this to me? She picked me from my fathers house and promised to be my guide and support. Why did she lock me outside in this condition? Where exactly did I go wrong? Is it so wrong to raise my children as my own?I couldn't stop myself from crying as I thought of these. I kept hitting the gate with a pebble. I knocked louder and louder again, till I got tired. Nobody helped me and I had nowhere to go. I had no other option than to w
Meanwhile, Hajia Zainab was with her psychiatrist, Dr. Mrs. Lulu Adelola. She was a professional on her field and she's about 26 years old, and a newly married. Mum was her first patient after her honeymoon.Hajia Zainab was still on a bed receiving a drip as they treated her wounds. Her psychiatrist proposed they sign her up for a psychiatric evaluation.Dad explained all what happened. It was evidently clear that two things made her go nuts. Either the gunshot or her missing daughter.They moved her into a solitary room in the psychiatric ward immediately. She needed to consult her that day.***After the check up, I went through series of
Dr. Lulu and two other nurses went into the solitary room but no one was there."Yaa Kareem! She must have escaped!!"Looking through the window, she saw her running into the main road.Hajia Zainab didn't even know how to drive a car. She beat up a man making call in his car and threw him out. She drove away saying she's going to all around Nigeria to find her daughter. Dr. Lulu immediate followed her but my mum was so fast. Dr. Lulu called the police and informed them to track her down, it was a stolen car. Soon, she hit the car to a lorry parked at the corner of the road.She was bleeding on het forehead but she was still conscious. Dr. Lulu immediately took her out of the car but she started throwing stones and sands on everybody. The ambula
A Week Later...For a while, she has been seeing me in her dreams, prayering for her good health, well being and her fruitlfulness.Hajia maryam became sick with guilt and her conscience wasn't clear. She kept on crying and couldn't stop feeling guilty about sending me out. One day,as she was cooking dinner, her vision suddenly clouded as she held her head in pain. Everything around her spinned as her vision became blurry, she fell down and fainted.Alhaji Akereke was just entering from office when he decided to check on her (even though they were still mad at each other.) He was shocked to see her lying on the floor and quickly rushed her to the hospital.***Later in the hospital, In t
***"Okay. So, when I got there, she said she was tired of staying indoor all day. You know, deens has no one here and she's always busy on her phone so I suggested we take a stroll outside the hotel. That was when she started.""She started what?""She psyche up when I told her I can't hold hands with her in public. She thought I had someone else and got pissed up for no reason.""That your girl sef! Her own too much.""Yeah. So, I bought a rose with a ring in it. I wasn't sure if it would work but I tried and… Madinah rejected it.""Why?""She said that I was dating the shopkeeper and ran back to her room, breaking everything her hand could touch.""Uh! I wonder what is going on with that Madinah sef. I thought she said she was getting better…""Nothing is wrong with Madinah,
***They jerked to its vibration. Zayd's heart felt as if it suddenly dropped as he picked his phone. It was Zaytoon."Excuse me please," He told Madinah and picked the call, taking few steps away from her."It's almost dark, aren't you coming home?!" I started."I'll be on my way dummy! Hajia, You can't even salama!" He replied and hissed at the same time I did. "Don't bother making dinner for me, okay?""Whatever Mr. Lover-boy! As if I care!" I finally cut the call.After the call, an awkward silence remained between them. Zayd remembered what he was doing before the call.'How stupid could I be!' He smirked, nibbling his lower lip, anxiously."So you're no longer angry at me, are you?"Zayd broke the face-stuffing silence that was killing them both."Not at all..." A s
It was a cool afternoon. One of those days that early afternoons would grow enough to look like late evenings -The time when one could mistake Thursday to be a Saturday...Madinah and Zayd decided to go for a simple stroll outside the hotel, under the warm sun, side by side, the way lovers usually do. The yellow sun hide under the thick clouds as if it was shy about their little romance. Of course, there's nothing as beautiful as roaming the streets of Lagos with someone you truly love so much... You'll end up rather impressed than disappointed.Madinah wore a tight black leggings and a long, purple, indian-gown with a black pashmina that fits her well. She hanged her long-armed, purple purse and wore a shiny, black sneakers to match the outfit. Zayd on his own was wearing a casual, white polo shirt and a black jean. This outing was what Madinah needs at least, to Zayd. He stared at her from time to time, admiring how gorgeous she looked even withou
"How is he doctor?!" Madinah rushed to the doctor in charge of Zayd."Calm down young lady, he's alright now. Thank God the wound wasn't beyond his tissues and didn't lot slot of blood. Well, You can now see him.""Thank you doctor. I'm so grateful Zayd is alive!" She smiled."Thank God. We'll be discharging him later in the evening because he needs a lot of rest." He said and left for his office while Madinah went to Zayd's word.Zayd was sleeping when she entered and bandaged at the side of his back. A short nurse that was giving him a drip signalled her to sit and quietly left.Madinah sat on a red plastic chair facing where Zayd was lying. She stared at his weak face and held his hands tenderly.Tears gathered her eyes at she watched him breath slowly. It's all my fault. It's my fault you have you go through these. She weep silently.***
A Month later...I was watching an interview of the president Muhammadu Buhari on National Television Authority (NTA). It was an interesting Saturday program that I really loved. Grandmother was in her room having her usual afternoon nap when Zayd ran out of his room. I came rushing out after him with great enthusiasm."Zayd! What happened?! Any problem?!""No o, not at all." He said sweating pefusely.Tears gathered in his eyes and he was rubbing his head confusedly. It's so strange of him, I couldn't figure it out."But why are you acting this way?""I had a nightmare! I'm scared, Zay! Dynah was going to die. I felt her breath slowly leaving her body, it was so real...""Calm down Zayd. Why are you acting like a baby. It's just a dream, nothing more, please come inside." I pleaded."No... I can't. How would I
"Excuse me, please." She smiled at his face and answered the call."Assalam Alaikum, Jazid!""Yes, I got here minutes ago... It's just so hot here like hell.I miss you too. Don't worry... I'll be back in three months time. I just had to visit Nigeria, At least once before I die.I'm with one of my friend... Just family friends you know?"Okay bye, I'll chat with you later."She smiled and tapped the end call space on her phone.***Zayd's P. O. VWait... Who was that? Jazid. Was he her boyfriend? Why would she refer me as just one of her family friends? How long have she known him? How close are they?"Zayd!" Madinah called."Zayd! Zayd!!" She gently tapped his hand. He went silent as if he was off minded. She must have noticed since his bright smile
3 Days Later..."So you're going to meet Madinah today?""Yes..." His eyes immediately turns to me, looking kind of teary. "I can't help but to feel nervous.""Huh-huh... My twin brother is in love." I joked.He replied with a silly look."So, have you called her yet?""No, just email.""So how would you two meet? I mean how would you understand each other?...""Don't worry, Zay. I'll call her when she gets here."I couldn't help but to smile... Since our parents passed away, it's been so difficult to see so much joy and happiness in Zayd's smile. He looks so cute with it. I stared at him lovingly. He seemed so happy."You seem so happy, bro?""Yes, of course... I'm so happy, I'll finally meet the love of my life today. It also seems she has friends in Nigeria."
3 Days Later..."So you're going to meet Madinah today?""Yes..." His eyes immediately turns to me, looking kind of teary. "I can't help but to feel nervous.""Huh-huh... My twin brother is in love." I joked.He replied with a silly look."So, have you called her yet?""No, just email.""So how would you two meet? I mean how would you understand each other?...""Don't worry, Zay. I'll call her when she gets here."I couldn't help but to smile... Since our parents passed away, it's been so difficult to see so much joy and happiness in Zayd's smile. He looks so cute with it. I stared at him lovingly. He seemed so happy."You seem so happy, bro?""Yes, of course... I'm so happy, I'll finally meet the love of my life today. It also seems she has friends in Nigeria."
"May I have your order, please?" The waiter ordered."Shall we order?" Zayd asked her staring at her beautiful pearl-like face and doe-like eyes. It was as if he was having dinner with the moon."Yes, sure." She let out a soft smile, exposing her cute dimpled cheek.She collected the food menu from the waiter and ordered what she would like.Zayd couldn't help but to keep staring at her mesmerising beauty."What should I ask you first?" He smirked, still staring into her eyes. There is so much I'm curious about."Me too... It's nice seeing you, I was only 5 then... about 15 years now, right?""Yes... It is. What about studies? What did you study?"Studies is fine... I'm through with my degree. I studied business administration and I'll be taking over dad's company after him. What about you?"