It was five years ago when I first encountered her. I can still vividly remember that night; one of those wild nights! It was a one night stand, pure lust and no feelings attached. I guess for her it also meant nothing special, just a weekend leisure to relieve the stress of the week. But then it shouldn’t have happened because the guilt of what resulted from that amorous connection haunted me for a while. But the deed was done, and I soon forgot about it until three months later when I got a text from her informing me that she was pregnant, and she wasn’t about to be a mother. She wanted an abortion, but I wasn’t sure what I wanted. Her mind was however made up, and she needed me to sponsor the plan.
I refused to sponsor the abortion plan not because I didn’t have the money, but because I wasn’t sure what I wanted at that point. So I tried to convince her to keep the fetus and probably consider other options such as putting the baby up for adoption; I was willing to adopt it. But she refused. For a few weeks I didn’t hear from her, and when I did the damage was done. It was her friend who gave me a call, telling me that the abortion had been done and that she wasn’t okay. I drove over to her place, and she was simply in severe agony. She had gone to an unprofessional and gotten the abortion done. Unfortunately, she got infected and within a week the infection degenerated so much to the extent of meningitis. Now I’m not a doctor so I can’t explain how exactly that happened. But it did happen, and I just couldn’t leave her in that pain. Consequently, I took her to a hospital that very night in order for a proper medical attention to be given to her.
The doctor that treated her told that her womb got totally damaged by both the abortion and the infection. The best bet was to “evacuate her womb”. But she was in no mood to make preferences, so she quickly chose to let go of her womb in order to be alive. That was how she lost her womb forever, with our relationship ended same night. Now the interesting thing is that two years later I heard rumours that she was getting married to a prominent pastor, and I couldn’t help myself from wondering how that could be…
Emmanuel Benson writes a lot and he aspires to become a prominent screenwriter/novelist.