My Unborn Child
© Francis Maugo
The day I received the good news
At the hospital after the pregnancy test,
I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings: happiness and guilt
The breaking of the good news to your 'loving' dad
Washed away the happiness in me.
His response was abort for I am not ready for the fatherhood
My unborn child, I was willing to keep you for I loved you
And wished to have you as my child .
However,we are only teenagers having nothing.
He is 18 while I am 17
That night after breaking the good news of your conception to him
I grabbed my belly and had lucidity of your chuckles
My unborn child,I had this conviction of keeping you
However,the guilt:how will I face your grandparents
Whose daily morality devotions to me kept singing in my mind?
How will my very judgemental and dismissive peers view me?
Will I be accepted on this harsh society?
Your father's daily threats and pressure I couldn't withstand.
My unborn child,the last few weeks that proceeded to your final elimination
I was always closed doors , lamenting and sobbing.
Your father's pressure and threat kept gnawing and nibbling me.
His last resort was to the nearest chemist and he came back with the terminator.
My angel I had to get rid of you .
I couldn't withstand the pressures.
Deep down I could hear your cries , cursing me for taking such heinous move on you.
Finally my angel kindly forgive me and your "loving "and "caring"
We always pray for that day we will reunite again.
Good byeee my angel daddy and mommy love you.
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