"Ah, why didn't you use the pills I gave you? sha carry yourself to my place, won't stay long, the doctor is "safe" ABC reassures you and hangs up.
Still contemplating whether to follow her to get rid of the " thing"or see to Mr Lagbaja's lectures by 3PM.
You lazily drag your feet towards the bathroom, and collides with the mirror, stealing an angry glance at your sorry self.
You place your hands on your rapidly protruding abdomen.
Her offers are just too irresistible!
OR
No!
You have no control over your wants and desires.
Still in the shower,
You become reminiscent of your previous "adventures" with ABC.
You remember how you used to be a "church girl" because mum has soaked you in the ocean of the need to remain chaste till marriage right before you gained admission.
Things were all rosy and great until Dad lost his job and Mum had to take up the responsibility of catering for you and your five other siblings.
Dad is trying really hard too but it seems the ends are just two parallel lines that can never meet.
You got broke in school.
No money.
No food.
You needed toiletries and clothes.
You needed to buy handouts.
"Tough times don't last but tough people do, just trust God" Mum replies calmly each time you request for allowance.
You were almost frustrated,
And ABC came calling!
Like a thief in broad day light.
She "reminds" you that you are a "big" girl and you should behave like one.
You shudder at her words, lacking a hint of understanding.
She explains further.
She tells you to "play with men at the club" for "cool" cash.
It sounds absurd at first, but pangs of hunger sends divine understanding to your soul.
You hesitate a little and told her you will think about it.
" What is there to think about?You only live once oh, enjoy while you're alive" She blurts out.
"But....."
The resounding volume of your ringtone startles you out of your web of remembrance.
"Where are you na, Shey you no go like remove this "thing" nii?"
Few weeks later,
You tearfully relate your ordeal.
"Doctor say he remove your womb make you survive abi you for die follow abortion?"
"How can you say that, after all, na you drag me enter this problem"
"What do......"
You angrily hang up.
You are shocked to your left kidney.
You blame her for not telling you that" the journey you embarked on is rated" no go area", travellers discretion is advised".
You blame yourself for being foolish.
You blame your parents for being poor.
You wanted to stop but you couldn't.
The pregnancy was a catastrophe to your destiny.
You silently curs.e ABC under your breath.
There was this magnetic force compelling you to answer to ABC's ignominious devices proudly sponsored by the devil.
You only wanted to "live big" while you're alive.
You wanted big phones and flashy things.
You wanted to bomba.
You wanted to chill with the "big fishes"
When it happened, you ran kiti kiti.
You ran kete kete.
Wey you for just drink water drop cup.
ABC japa and finds her level.
Now you look for "holy ground" to run to.
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