It was a very cold morning, its been raining heavily since last night, the gates of their compound had been flooded with water, even water from the leaked WC. Green algae had formed by the sides of the fence, raindrops were still drizzling from the sky, making a sweet rhythm on the aluminium zinc. Maryam had sat to wash her husbands cloth. One, two, three - she had washed them all, she bent to pick the black shirt he went to the mosque with, even though it was black- such a sombre colour! I could spot the particles of dirt around the neck line, the sweat from the other day had made a zig-zag line below the armpit, it was a grisly sight that met my eyes, her water bag broke! I wonder why it is called water bag, was there a sachet of water implanted in the body of a pregnant woman? Where so, if the foetuss head hit, it would break? Others would say her membrane ruptured. She has been married for over 5 years, no child, not even a miscarriage, her mother-in-law, Mama Amira would say Ita ce bakarare, sai ta ba za su taba samun juna biyu She cried whenever she heard those, now shes finally pregnant, shes 13 months pregnant, yet she wouldnt go into Labour. From one problem to another, The Struggles Of Life, I thought aloud, without them, Life would be such a bore! Even with her protruding belly, Mama Amira, her mother-in-law would insist That is fibroid! Not Pregnancy- very hurtful words. Maryam would drown in her own tears. She dropped Alhajis cloth pronto and leaped to her front door screaming softly, Mama Jane, whod come out to sweep off the hill ants had made away from her front door met Maryam, she ran in her direction and together, they moved to the red gate. The red gate seperated their compound from the main road. Taxi! Taxi! Mama Jane screamed whilst waving her hands, the Yellow taxi screeched to a halt. Where please? the lugubrious driver asked. Sokoto Road please, Mama Jane answered. With that last hard push, he was born, he was very tiny yet very handsome, his good looks was very visible even with the mixture of mucus and blood he was covered with. People mocked her, her mother-in-law made jest of her, her husband even doubted she was really pregnant. Just when the world was against her, her face shone with smiles. That was how Bashiru was born. Dear reader, no matter what is happening in your life right now, be calm, dry your tears, your face shall SHINE with SMILES again... Do have an awesome weekend!
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 06:41:12 +0000
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