Tuesday, 14 September 2010

The Bump

She had always been the sensible one,

Straight A's, no boyfriends and certainly no weed or heroine.

Everyone called her Miss Goody Two Shoes,

She'd had it all planned out, the Uni degree, then the wedding and the house they'd live in.

Now it was all a mess, yeah a big terrible mess.

She'd just thought it harmless when things had started getting heated up with Allen.

She didn't bargain for all that had transpired that night,

And now she had this bump before she'd even walked down the aisle.

She couldn't talk to anyone about it, not Allen, her mother or even her best friend,

She hoped the Pastor wouldn't see it in the Spirit and shame her in front of the whole church.

What to do? What to do? What's a girl to do?

Then she got a leaflet from someone,

Apparently they could get rid of it in the clinic down the road,

Maybe she should, no one would ever know,

But they say its a sin, would she be able to live with herself?

But then again she can't afford a child, and she just ain't ready

for the sleepless nights, the pain of childbirth, hey she's only seventeen.

The church would talk about her, her school mates would mock her,

What's a girl to do? What to do, what to do?

Mum can't tell yet, there's nothing much there but she can't hide it forever,

So a decision has to be made,

Finally her mind made up, tomorrow she will get rid of it,

Night time comes but all she does is toss and turn.

Mum asks her to got with her to the food market,

On the way back, they meet an old woman, mum talks with her and and as they part she breaks into tears.

"Mum what's the matter?" she asks.

But mum is silent, her face ashen, her fingers trembling.

"Mum whats the matter?" she asks yet again.

Mum just shakes her head, "it's nothing, don't concern yourself my child."

Later at home when she thinks Ayenda's not listening she hears mum tell auntie,

"I met her today you know,"

"Who?" Aunty asks with curious interest,

"The one who persuaded me to keep my child,

I can't imagine how life would have turned out without Ayenda,

she's my pride and joy, my reason for living.

I can't believe or forgive myself that I almost aborted her."

"Don't worry abot that now, you didn't do it, so don't fret."

As she listens to her mum and aunty, she holds her own tummy and she cant help but cry,

She looks at herself in the mirror, her sad face staring back at her,

She sighs and makes her decision,

She can't get rid of it,

the precious life within her yearns to grow and blossom,

Her mum kept her and gave her a chance,

Isn't it only fair and right that she gives her own baby a chance?


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