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A Story by wittylydia

It really seems like there is nothing I can do. So many things ran tru my mind. Could I be sick? Probably cause of what I’ve been eating but it really isn’t possible because I’ve been eating this same thing for some years now and it hasn’t affected me in any way so why now? Could I be pregnant? This was a very high probability because Rosco and I never used a rubber when we do that thing together.

Am vomiting, I can’t eat, things started to irritate me most especially my house. This caused me to spit. People started noticing this and even tormented me more screaming ‘’pregnant mad women’’ . it seemed Rosco too had noticed cause he hadn’t come to me since the whole issue started. I have no money because the only money I live on is that hundred naira Rosco squeezes into my hand after he feels he had raped me.

Now its so obvious am pregnant because the problem growing inside me is nothing but a child. Since they all think am mad, then I wud use madness to collect money from strangers. As they passed I would shout give me money. It usually worked cause most of them would give me while some of them would run away. It is this money I now live on.

So many things crossed my mind about what to do. I can’t treaten Rosco to accept me. He has nothing to offer me . I doubt if he even has a house! Such b*****d he is. Going back to my uncles house was one of my options but I couldn’t even dear it . oh! I didn’t even tell u how I got here. I never used to like here, I never used to be this way. I used to live an average life then because my uncle wasn’t poor but he wasn’t that rich because he never used to drive one of those charcoal glassed cars. But never the less I was very comfortable . my parents had died so he was the only relative I had left. Although his wife didn’t like me in any way but it seemed she didn’t av a choice. She has two kids for him . I used to molest the son because they used to cage me after they sent the love of my life away ‘’tunde’’ he was my very first. The death of my uncle was caused by me. The day he caught me with his son and tried to beat me to death in defence I hit the stool on this head that was what killed him. I still live with that guilt. He had been so good to me. He didn’t deserve that. I was the one at fault. I ran away from home that very day. The news spread so fast! Everyone in the neighborhood called referred to me as a mad woman. That was the time my title was given to me ‘’mad woman’’. I ran far away from that place. That’s how I got here.

As I remembers all this tears tricked down my face. But I couldn’t think much about the past. I have to face the child growing inside me. The only person I talk to now is that woman who ran mad the other day. She’s like the only friend I have now tho but she really is mad. She laughs at everything I say like it’s funny. The only reasonable thing she has ever said to me is ‘’tell Jesus’’ but she still laughed after. Those two words sank down my heart. For the first time in years, I spoke to Jesus and told him to help me.

I delivered safely but not the type anybody would ever wish for. Passer bys watched me although some helped me. I thought for a minuit to myself probably am realy mad.