I was starting to raise my voice now. “I just told you I’m pregnant for you and you’re standing there and saying nonsense! Is that all you have to say to the problem at hand?”
“Look, Rosie, I am confused here,” he began to murmur, his face suddenly pale with fear. It was just starting to sink inside his head that he was in serious trouble.
“What are you confused about?” I asked him.
“Everything,” he replied promptly, small beads of sweat already forming circles on his forehead. “How can you be pregnant for me? How can you…..”
“Are you alright? Are you mad or something? How can you be asking me such a stupid question?” I was practically screaming at him now.
“Please, Rosie, keep your voice down, you’re shouting,” he pleaded.
“Why won’t I shout? Oh, you don’t want your girlfriend inside there to know you have gotten someone pregnant, right? Is that it?”
“No, no, please, Rosie, it’s not about that, please, just keep your voice low, I beg of you… “
“Then stop asking me stupid questions!” I snapped at him.
“Look, I am sorry, it’s just that this has come to me as a big shock, I’m confused really..” he was speaking to me in whispers. He obviously did not want those inside to know what’s going on between us
“But, see, I still don’t get why you should be confused,” I’d thrown at him with a voice laden with unbridled bitterness. “You invited me over to your house. You drugged my drink, then you raped me. Now that I’m pregnant you say you’re confused. Please, I don’t have time for this nonsense, what are we going to do about this? You have ruined my life, you this idiot, do you know that?” And the tears began to run down my face.
I did not plan to start breaking down in front of him, it just happened that way. The tears just came running down my face. I wanted to intimidate him with my bold and daring countenance, not show him a soft side that could make him think he could play a fast one on me.
“It’s okay, Rosie, it’s okay, please, stop crying…”
“Don’t tell me it’s okay because it’s not okay!” I yelled at him. “I am the one carrying your pregnancy! I am the one that will face the shame and ridicule! I am the one that will probably never go to school again, never go to the university, and you say it’s okay? It is not okay! What I need you to tell me right now is, what are we going to do about this baby I’m carrying in my womb, that’s all I want to know!”
Bobby was not even listening to me. He was just pacing up and down the corridor, running his hand frantically through his hair. Despite the fair cold weather, he was starting to sweat. He has thick lines of water running right through his face down to his neck. I noticed that even his hands and legs were trembling as he paced up and down. He was in big trouble and he knew so too.
“Bobby, pacing up and down the building will not solve anything, what I need to hear now is what you plan to do about this baby in my womb,” I said to him.
“Maybe the first step should be that you come and meet my parents within the next few days,” I suggested.
“Ah! The next few days? My uncle will kill me!” he exclaimed, sounding stupid at the same time.
“Oh, is that the only thing you can say? You’re not even thinking of what would become of me if my father knows about this.” I shook my head and gave him a rueful smile. “The man will practically roast me alive!”
“Look, Rosie, I hope you know the only option we have is for you to abort this pregnancy right away, right?” he said quietly.
“Abortion, right? It’s easier for you to say,” I’d thrown at him.
“But it’s the only way out of this mess. Or, do you want to be a mother at your age?”
I sighed heavily. The very thought of me considering abortion as a solution to a problem I didn’t bring upon myself just simply hurt me to the bones. My only mistake was that I walked down to this bastard’s house with my two legs, if not, I would’ve unleashed my father on him for what he did to me.
“Do you have a doctor or a clinic in mind?” I asked him.
“No, not really. But I can talk to my friends, they are more familiar with this environment than I am. You know I spend more time in Lagos than I do here.”
“So, when do you hope to do that? When do you hope to talk to them and go fix an appointment with the doctor?” I was desperate for answers.
“Don’t worry, I will get on it right away.”
“So, when should I come back for feedback, later today or tomorrow morning?”
“No, Rosie, give me time. You know I will also have to run around to raise money for the abortion, so I will need a couple of days, please,” he pleaded.
“So, like how many of days are you looking at? And I hope you realize I may not be able to hide this from my mum much longer before she finds out herself what is really going. It was because she suspected I was ill that I landed at the clinic in the first place before the doctor now confirmed I am pregnant,” I explained to him.
“And you’re sure the man won’t tell your parents?” Bobby asked, obviously scared.
“No, he won’t. He can’t. At least, not for now.”
“What makes you so sure he won’t?” he asked.
“Because the man wants to sleep with me in exchange for the money I am supposed to pay for the abortion.”
‘What??” Bobby exclaimed, shocked to the marrow.
“Why did you shout? At least, he still has the decency to ask me, you chose to drug me instead, now see where it has landed you. See the kind of trouble you’ve gotten me into!” my anger was coming to 5he fore again.
“Now, listen, I will be here in two days’ time. Make sure you have arranged for me a clinic where I can go and do the abortion. We have only a short time on our hands, otherwise, my mum would soon find out what is going on! Two days and no more, that’s all I’m giving you!”