The month of April, 2014, was my lucky month. I got myself a
job in a reputable small media company. I must confess this was my first
serious job. It felt so good. At last, financial independence. In the past I had battled to get finances by doing casual jobs
such as doing chores for people then getting some few coins to keep me going.
Bombshell. I tested positive for pregnancy. It was never an
accident. Neither was it unplanned. I contemplated abortion. I went to the
internet, read a lot of materials on safe abortion but I was not convinced
enough to undertake the process. My inner self denied it. Lab results showed I
was two weeks pregnant. I went into solitude for some time. However, I kept my
smile alive and glowing. Therefore, no one would notice I was up to something
mischievous.
As soon as I broke the news to my boyfriend, he was happy
and insisted that I should keep the baby. Every evening he would either check
on me or take me for a walk round the estate so as to brighten me up. 19 years
of my life, I was pregnant. Until the fourth month, I did not let my friends
know I was expecting a baby. I feared because one would advise me to do away
with the foetus.
It felt so good to know I was expectant, yet at the same
time it sent down a cold chill down to my spine. I created imagery on my mind,
how I would pop out that child, not so fast, how I would cope with my growing
belly.
April was the same month I thought of changing my hairstyle.
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