Pearls of Love (Episode 10)
When she suddenly took ill, we thought it was malaria or typhoid, I guess because of the recurring symptoms that looked like malaria. I had treated malaria a lot of time, and understands most of the symptoms of malaria.
We continued with across the counter malaria drugs, but the ailment persisted for weeks. This was a very difficult period in our relationship because I didn’t understand what was wrong with her, I got irritated easily at her and we quarreled almost all the time.
Honestly I was getting fed up about the whole thing that has to do with the relationship, she was just so annoying and irritating. How easy it is for someone you loved so much to suddenly become irritating! Even her dress sense was annoying, and I think she had also become very lazy.
I have had to deal with malaria a lot of times, but even when I was so down, I could still do a lot of chores, I never waited for anyone to help out. Ann was an AA while I am AS, it was one of the reasons we actually went ahead with our relationship.
I have had an uncle who lost his first son to sickle cell anemia, and so we grew up understanding so much about SS and sickle cell, especially my mom being a medical personnel.
At nights I would hardly sleep, she went to the toilet countless number of times, she wouldn’t eat, and I would feel guilty to eat and so I won’t too. She had grown so lean and I was beginning to get scared.
Sometimes during her lectures, she would be become so dizzy and would come to my class to fetch me, and that would be the end of my lecture for the day as I have to take her back off campus and stay with her all day. She would complain of being hungry but would refuse to eat anything.
I soon became impatience with her and snapped at her easily. Who would blame me for such an experience? In fact it was all I could not to end the relationship at that time. I didn’t want it to look like I dumped her because of what she was going through, but I did not understand what it was all about anymore.
I soon became impatience with her and snapped at her easily. Who would blame me for such an experience? In fact it was all I could not to end the relationship at that time. I didn’t want it to look like I dumped her because of what she was going through, but I did not understand what it was all about anymore.
We were both naïve, we did not understand any of what she had to symptoms of pregnancy, until she went for a check up. She did malaria test, typhoid test and pregnancy test. You know what? Up till that time, I didn’t know I was capable of getting a girl pregnant, I was really naïve.
Well, when the test results eventually came out, it was confirmed that Ann was two months pregnant; I was shocked at the glaring truth. I was really naïve not to believe she would be pregnant when we had never used a protection.
Of course something had to be done. I had never experienced this all my life, in short I never thought of the possibility of impregnating a girl. Can you describe that as foolishness, or being naive? How do girls get pregnant, okay, maybe I thought it was by chance? I didn’t know where to go to, or who to talk to or what to do! I have always been this reserved person, hardly having friends and even when I do I could hardly discuss my personal life with them. So I didn’t know what to do.
Three days later, I returned to my room after a tired lecture day, and met Ann in a high spirit. She hugged me with such brightness that I wondered if some money was just sent to her by her parents. I waited to hear what it was all about, because it was obvious she had something up her sleeves.
“How was your lecture today?” she asked still holding her hands around me.
Of course something had to be done. I had never experienced this all my life, in short I never thought of the possibility of impregnating a girl. Can you describe that as foolishness, or being naive? How do girls get pregnant, okay, maybe I thought it was by chance? I didn’t know where to go to, or who to talk to or what to do! I have always been this reserved person, hardly having friends and even when I do I could hardly discuss my personal life with them. So I didn’t know what to do.
Three days later, I returned to my room after a tired lecture day, and met Ann in a high spirit. She hugged me with such brightness that I wondered if some money was just sent to her by her parents. I waited to hear what it was all about, because it was obvious she had something up her sleeves.
“How was your lecture today?” she asked still holding her hands around me.
“It was okay”, I replied still wondering what had suddenly happened.
“How is your health now?” I asked checking her temperature with the touch of my palm.
“I’m a bit better now”, she said as I pulled my shirt off.
“You must be hungry,” She said going to fetch some food while I removed my trouser leaving the boxer on.
She served the food, and as I wanted to start eating, she picked carrot from a bowl and said;
“I’ve gone to see a doctor”, she said, while sitting down.
“A doctor?” I asked, the spoon suspended before my mouth.
“He said it would cost us three thousand to remove it”.
“What! You mean abortion?” I asked surprised as I kept the spoon back in the plate. I never imagined I was going to be involved in an abortion. I had often criticized and condemned people who did it. But thinking about it now, what could we have done? Is it possible that we kept the baby at that time, as students?
“We have to do it Dan”, she said.
I didn’t know what to say, I left the food and lay on the bed. One thing was obvious though, I wasn’t ready to be a father yet, and even if I was, where would I get the resources to take care of the baby, as for Ann, could she possibly take care of a child that time? It would obviously affect her studies; in fact by the time our families’ get to hear of it, it may even affect our relationship more than we thought!
But thinking about abortion and the risk involved was another ballgame all together. I was afraid of it, not with all the stories of unsuccessful abortions I have heard of, where many girls had lost their lives from unsuccessful abortions and those who didn’t lost their lives lost their wombs.
“What about the money?” I asked thinking of a way to discourage her. We truly didn’t have money at that time anyway; we were as broke as the church rat.
“We have to do it Dan”, she said.
I didn’t know what to say, I left the food and lay on the bed. One thing was obvious though, I wasn’t ready to be a father yet, and even if I was, where would I get the resources to take care of the baby, as for Ann, could she possibly take care of a child that time? It would obviously affect her studies; in fact by the time our families’ get to hear of it, it may even affect our relationship more than we thought!
But thinking about abortion and the risk involved was another ballgame all together. I was afraid of it, not with all the stories of unsuccessful abortions I have heard of, where many girls had lost their lives from unsuccessful abortions and those who didn’t lost their lives lost their wombs.
“What about the money?” I asked thinking of a way to discourage her. We truly didn’t have money at that time anyway; we were as broke as the church rat.
“I intend to borrow it”, she replied
“From who?” I asked getting up.
“My roommate” She replied
I thought over it and wasn’t pleased but that seemed to be the only option we had. That evening at around half past six we went to the clinic. I sat at the reception while doctor attended to Ann in the operating room. I wasn’t even sure if he was a genuine doctor or not. When she started screaming my name I couldn’t hold myself any longer I rushed to the operating room door, but it was shut, I heard her telling the doctor to let me in, but the doctor refused to open the door.
Thinking of that doctor now, I think he must have been quack, how can a doctor work alone without a nurse, a surgery for that matter! I remember when I was younger in the secondary school, then I didn’t know anything about sex, a friend had impregnated a girl and they needed a doctor to abort the pregnancy. They got one but didn’t have the complete money to pay for the abortion, the doctor agreed to do it for the amount they had, but would sleep with the girl first. The girl told my friend who agreed without hesitating. The doctor slept with the girl and after done, removed the pregnancy! So unethical!
The whole process must be very painful. I tried imagining something being pierced into her. It was all I could to hold myself back from entering into the operation room. The doctor blamed her for allowing the pregnancy to stay that long before seeking for help. I kept praying in my heart that nothing went wrong.
What if something goes wrong and she dies, I couldn’t imagine it. I would be arrested and maybe jailed. Continuing school will be totally out of the question. I would have caused myself so much embarrassment and disgrace. Abortion is something I pray never to experience or to be a part of again in my life, but that was not the last time it happened with Ann, we actually did it twice.
Immediately she came out I stood up from where I was sitting, I felt so much pity for her, she had grown so lean and pale within a few minutes, and she looked like she might fall down if not quickly assisted to a seat.
The doctor wrote some drugs for us to buy and advised we guided against future occurrence by using protection, and if we noticed something else another time, we shouldn’t wait until it was getting too late. He counseled us about the use of oral sex and condom and other forms of sexual intercourse.
For several days, I was not myself, I kept thinking, I killed my own baby, I didn’t know how Ann felt about the baby, but I know there were some things on her mind she wasn’t talking about. I didn’t want to talk about it either, killing my baby, two months pregnancy was too much for me to think of.
The next day, she began to bleed heavily but we thought maybe her period had begun, the bleeding wouldn’t stop even after two weeks, and she was getting leaner by the day. We went back to the doctor after fourteen days, by then she had lost so much blood.
“You are lucky” the doctor said when he had finished performing the operation. “You should have come immediately she started bleeding”
“We weren’t sure, we thought she was menstruating” I told the doctor in defense.
“Please stop taking things like this lightly another time. You guys are lucky; she could have died from loss of blood”.
I couldn’t speak for a while, I was afraid, thinking of what I had gotten myself into, I watched her lying there on the couch. She had suffered so much, for me, for us, for our relationship to stand.
The doctor continued, “You guys should please adopt the use of condom to avoid all these or you come immediately you notice anything,” He again wrote some drugs for us and we left. There and then, I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to have sex with Ann any more, not just using condom now, the risk of having sex was more than I anticipated. I thought of the girl I had dated before Ann, we never used anything, why didn’t she ever get pregnant. Maybe that was why I had taken things for granted, thinking I couldn’t impregnate anyone. Well, before the end of that week, we made love again, several times.
Whenever I remember this episode, the loss of blood and pains she went through, my love for her grew stronger. She didn’t change her attitude towards me even after the abortion, I was expecting a break-up but rather she showed more love than ever before. Nobody around us knew what happened it was just between the two of us. It was a secret we held on to so strongly.
I thought over it and wasn’t pleased but that seemed to be the only option we had. That evening at around half past six we went to the clinic. I sat at the reception while doctor attended to Ann in the operating room. I wasn’t even sure if he was a genuine doctor or not. When she started screaming my name I couldn’t hold myself any longer I rushed to the operating room door, but it was shut, I heard her telling the doctor to let me in, but the doctor refused to open the door.
Thinking of that doctor now, I think he must have been quack, how can a doctor work alone without a nurse, a surgery for that matter! I remember when I was younger in the secondary school, then I didn’t know anything about sex, a friend had impregnated a girl and they needed a doctor to abort the pregnancy. They got one but didn’t have the complete money to pay for the abortion, the doctor agreed to do it for the amount they had, but would sleep with the girl first. The girl told my friend who agreed without hesitating. The doctor slept with the girl and after done, removed the pregnancy! So unethical!
The whole process must be very painful. I tried imagining something being pierced into her. It was all I could to hold myself back from entering into the operation room. The doctor blamed her for allowing the pregnancy to stay that long before seeking for help. I kept praying in my heart that nothing went wrong.
What if something goes wrong and she dies, I couldn’t imagine it. I would be arrested and maybe jailed. Continuing school will be totally out of the question. I would have caused myself so much embarrassment and disgrace. Abortion is something I pray never to experience or to be a part of again in my life, but that was not the last time it happened with Ann, we actually did it twice.
Immediately she came out I stood up from where I was sitting, I felt so much pity for her, she had grown so lean and pale within a few minutes, and she looked like she might fall down if not quickly assisted to a seat.
The doctor wrote some drugs for us to buy and advised we guided against future occurrence by using protection, and if we noticed something else another time, we shouldn’t wait until it was getting too late. He counseled us about the use of oral sex and condom and other forms of sexual intercourse.
For several days, I was not myself, I kept thinking, I killed my own baby, I didn’t know how Ann felt about the baby, but I know there were some things on her mind she wasn’t talking about. I didn’t want to talk about it either, killing my baby, two months pregnancy was too much for me to think of.
The next day, she began to bleed heavily but we thought maybe her period had begun, the bleeding wouldn’t stop even after two weeks, and she was getting leaner by the day. We went back to the doctor after fourteen days, by then she had lost so much blood.
“You are lucky” the doctor said when he had finished performing the operation. “You should have come immediately she started bleeding”
“We weren’t sure, we thought she was menstruating” I told the doctor in defense.
“Please stop taking things like this lightly another time. You guys are lucky; she could have died from loss of blood”.
I couldn’t speak for a while, I was afraid, thinking of what I had gotten myself into, I watched her lying there on the couch. She had suffered so much, for me, for us, for our relationship to stand.
The doctor continued, “You guys should please adopt the use of condom to avoid all these or you come immediately you notice anything,” He again wrote some drugs for us and we left. There and then, I made up my mind that I wasn’t going to have sex with Ann any more, not just using condom now, the risk of having sex was more than I anticipated. I thought of the girl I had dated before Ann, we never used anything, why didn’t she ever get pregnant. Maybe that was why I had taken things for granted, thinking I couldn’t impregnate anyone. Well, before the end of that week, we made love again, several times.
Whenever I remember this episode, the loss of blood and pains she went through, my love for her grew stronger. She didn’t change her attitude towards me even after the abortion, I was expecting a break-up but rather she showed more love than ever before. Nobody around us knew what happened it was just between the two of us. It was a secret we held on to so strongly.
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