The following morning, I was starting to feel sleepy and drowsy. I didn’t sleep a wink all night but in the morning, I started to feel groggy in the head. It was a as a result of my lack of sufficient sleep. By the time mother came to wake me up, I was finally starting to doze off a little. But there was no time anymore for me to catch up on some sleep, it was time to do the house chores and head to the hospital to go get my test result.
By noon, when I was done cleaning the house, mother called me. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what she wanted to tell me. I was actually hoping that, by some small chance, the old woman would forget. But I should’ve known better. My mother never joked with her children, especially when it came to the issue of their health.
“Rosemary, go and take your bath and go to the hospital,” she’d said to me. “Your father left some money on the table for you to get the medicines that they will prescribe for you. And if it’s not enough, when you come back I will give you money to add to it.”
I didn’t say anything. I could only nod in response. Mother noticed I was barely talking.
“Rosemary, are you alright? You’re sweating and you look tired,” she was touching my forehead.
“Em…I think it’s because I did not sleep very well, but I’m okay, mama, don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her, even though I knew it was a waste of time.
“You keep saying you’re okay when you’re definitely not okay,” the old woman quipped. “But don’t worry, you’ll be okay once they know the kind of fever that is troubling you.”
If only she knew the situation was not quite as straight forward as that. If only she knew I was in a bigger trouble than she could possible ever imagine….
Mother couldn’t understand what was going on in my mind. A guy had just drugged me and raped me. Yes, I went to his house on my own free will, but I did not go there to have sex with him. I barely knew him. All my life, before then, I had had sex only once before. And ever since, I had stayed away from boys, until I went visiting Bobby on that fateful day and he put sedatives in my drink and took advantage of me without my consent. I liked him, yes, but I certainly didn’t have sex in mind. That was not on the cards. We were just friends, or so I thought. So, why should become this scared that a guy I liked and went visiting drugged and raped me? Well, it’s because he took advantage of me at a time it was unsafe for me to have sex. And, unfortunately for me, he penetrated inside me without protection. That is why I have been extremely scared about the possible result of that test. I had a sinking feeling would get me into really, really big trouble.
Some few minutes before one O’clock, I was on my way to the hospital. And I started praying. I started asking for God’s forgiveness and hoped he would not let me meet a very bad result waiting for me at the hospital. When I got to the hospital, I was told to wait a while, there were a couple of other patients waiting to see the doctor. Finally, I was ushered in to see him. Then, he reached for the file and brought out the result. The man looked deeply at the document in his hand and from the look on his face, I could tell my very worst fear had happened.
The man cleared his throat and then shifted his attention back to me, even as he still took glances at the paper in his hand. “Rosemary, can I ask you some questions?”
I shifted in my seat. I was very nervous and was already starting to sweat. I tried to conceal the fact that I was scared from the doctor but I wasn’t sure I was making a success of it.
“Sure, sure, sir, you can…you can ask me anything you want to ask,” I replied, stuttering.
“How old are you?” he fired the first question.
“I am sixteen, sir, but will be seventeen in a few months,” I answered, wondering why he was asking to know my age. It was his second question that jolted me the most.
“I need you to tell me honestly, I need you to be truthful with me, are you still a virgin?”
I was stunned. I was certainly not expecting to get such very private and intimate question from him. I looked away from him, I couldn’t meet his gaze.
“I’m waiting for an answer, Rosemary,’ he pressured me.
Slowly, I shook my head. “No, no, sir, I’m not.”
He sighed heavily. He was quiet for a moment and then he went on to ask me the most embarrassing question ever. “When was the last time you had sex?”
At that point, I just wanted the ground to open so it can swallow me up never to be seen on the face of the earth again….