I beg to disagree with so many comments on your wall. I am particularly surprised because more of the comments were from women who acted as if they don't know the pains and experience of some of we women. I have aborted similar pregnancy in the past and I thank God I did. I thank God more because I did not die doing it. Let me tell you my story.
I was divorce from my husband over issues relating to juju. I never knew how fetish he was until I got married to him and in the last two years i began to see so many things in our wardrobe. There were days he would come home and i would see fresh incisions (gbere) all over his body. He was from Islamic background and according to him, Islam is not against ajo (doing juju) This side of him I never knew when we were dating.
After two children, he lost his job that was when his juju angle showed properly. We were attending Anglican church in Kaduna. But he began to attend every white garment church, different alfa numbers on his phones. He began to travel to Ibadan his how town consorting with his mum and families. Fetish people I know. Confirmed. At a stage he stopped eating my food. He would enter kitchen and cook and gave me my share. I wouldn't eat. Then accusations began that I was the one doing him. That was the genesis of the end.
Love making became once in a while. I was no longer happy with him and in that situation sex was mechanical. I became pregnant with our third child. One day, six months into the pregnancy, I saw series of WhatsApp discussion on his phone between him and his elder sister who was the go between him and one alfa or babalawo. He was asked to use a charm on me to sleep with me and that the baby will die just before birth.
It was was a new phone which I never saw with him before. I guess he bought that phone to exchange discussion with his family. I saw it his car when I used it to buy fuel. I sent all the discussion to my phone and left the phone there.
All the time I was pregnant, it was not easy. I knew that pregnancy was different. I knew. Nightmares upon nightmares. Dreams of coffin. Dreams of me being buried. Mortuary. I was fill of fears. One day my pastor told me that death was circling over me. I been losing my peace little by little until I saw that text. My mother is dead. That was my confidant. I met my elder sister. One thing led to the other and a doctor promised he could do it. I went for a test and the doctor told me the child is a abnormal. A hunchback! (Abuke) or a dwarf (irara). I knew it.
I was induced and I gave birth to it on a Thursday. That was the end of my marriage. When I retuned home with my family to pack my things, my husband almost collapsed. He could not talk. Till date. Not a single question on what happened to the pregnancy. I guess he knew the game was up. I don't know what happen to the baby. And I don't want to know. I thank God that no one could kill me. Not me. Be you a Muslim or a pretending Christian. I got out of that marriage with my life and two children! And that is what matters to me.
I come to tell every one of you today not to arrive at conclusions early. Shit happens to we women. Only God knows what happened to the mother of that child. Could be a case of pregnancy from armed robbery. Rape. If your daughter brought home a pregnancy from boko haram, will you keep it? Be serious.
Edited by Bola Adewara
