I stopped in my tracks. Gently, I closed the door and turned to him, the tears still coursing down my face. I had no idea what he had in mind, but I hoped and prayed it was something that would hide this shame that was hanging over my head.
“Yes, doctor, I am listening to you, sir, how can you help me?” I asked him, my voice barely steady.
“Sit down first,” he offered, sounding a little friendlier now than he did earlier.
“I am okay this way, sir, please, go on, I’m listening to you,” I said to him. Sitting down was the last thing on my mind.
“But I insist you sit down and listen to what I have to say to you, young lady, “he’d said gently. And I obeyed reluctantly. I sat down facing him.
“How badly do you want to get rid of the pregnancy you’re carrying right now?” he asked me, his eyes roving all over my face.
“As soon as possible, doctor, please help me, I will look for money and pay you for your help, I promise” I assured him.
The man’s face broke into a smile. “Money? Are you sure you can pay me for whatever service I decide to offer you at this time? You are only a young girl, can you really afford me?”
I kept quiet. He was right. I couldn’t afford his services really. So, how would I be able to pay him, I’d wondered?
“Of course, you can’t, “he’d continued when he found I wasn’t ready to give an answer to his question. “Now, here’s the deal, young lady. I will flush that pregnancy out of your womb, and you won’t pay me a dime!”
On hearing that, I sprang to my feet in excitement. “Oh, thank you, doctor, I am so grateful. God bless you, doctor, thank you….”
“Hold on a minute,” the doctor stopped me. “Don’t thank me yet, there’s still one more thing..”
“One more thing? And what’s that?” I asked promptly, eager to get the entire incident out of the way.
“I also want a share of the national cake,” the man said to me, with a stupid smile on his stupid face. Truth is, I didn’t understand a word of what he’d said. What national cake is he talking about?
“Sir, what exactly are you talking about? What do you mean by national cake? I’m lost here, please..” I explained to him.
Then, he dropped the bombshell: “Okay, let me make it simpler for you. If you want me to evacuate your pregnancy for free, then you will let me sleep with you!”
At first, I couldn’t quite process what the man was talking about. It was as though he was speaking some kind of language that I couldn’t understand anymore. I was watching him, there was a stupid looking smile on his face that I couldn’t understand. In my mind, I was praying I was wrong about what I heard him say. I was hoping it was my mind that was playing tricks on me. I felt I needed to be sure I had heard well. I wanted to be sure I wasn’t imagining things, so I asked him;
“Sir, what…what did you just say?” I asked him. The stupid looking smile on his stupid looking face was becoming more annoying now.
“I’m sure you heard me right the first time, young lady,” he answered. “You have a major problem on your hands now. I am the only one who can help you out of it and you do not have the money to pay for the service. Except of course, if you are banking on your mum or dad to come and pay for you, which I seriously doubt.”
“No, please, my mum or dad must not hear about this, I beg you in God’s name,” I nearly went on my knees. This man was starting to turn into a real nightmare for me.
“See, I am not interested in telling your parents, that’s not my business, it’s up to you to decide whether you will tell them or not,” he continued. “My own is that, let me eat from the same Apple that those small boys have eaten from, and I will help you evacuate the pregnancy in your womb before anybody suspects anything. Or, do you think you can cope with the shame of being pregnant at your age?”
This is the time to go on my knees and beg this stupid old man. I moved closer to his table and promptly went on my knees. “Sir, I beg you in God’s name, please, help me. I did not get pregnant by choice, I was raped by a guy. I swear, he drugged my drink and raped me. Please, I am young enough to be your daughter, I’m probably your last child’s age mate, just see me as your daughter…..”
“Hey! Please, stop all that sermon! What nonsense is all this?” he snapped at me, raising his voice in anger. He was not impressed with my plea, despite that I was in tears on my knees before him. “I’m not interested in your age or whether you are my first daughter or last daughter’s age mate, all I’m making you here is an offer, do you want it or not? And if you don’t want it, then get out of my office because there are dozens of patients out there waiting to see me!”