Dead and Gone (2)

IwantCheck Out Part 1

“According to WHO, every year in the world there are an estimated 40-50 million abortions. This corresponds to approximately 125,000 abortions per day” She skimmed through the Pamphlet as she sat in the halflit waiting room, pretending not to watch the nurse as she twirled her iPhone in her hand. She knew that what she was about to do would haunt her for years, God alone knew how much she had contemplated not going on with the procedure and even as she sat, she knew she was making a huge mistake. However when the other option was explaining to her aunt that she was carrying her uncle’s child, this seemed to be the only way out.

She looked at the face of the child in the pamphlet, on one of his outstretched hand the words “I deserve to Live” and on the other “I could have been someone someday” written in black. Who leaves an Anti-Abortion pamphlet in the lobby of an abortion clinic? Sade dropped the pamphlet on the chair and pulled her phone out of her pocket, 4 missed calls & 1 text message (Remember to serve Akintola his lunch when He gets back form school). She heaved a sigh of relief, she’d half expected it to be a text from Ngozi (Sister Holier than Thou)

She looked up when she saw the shadow looming over her. It’s Time, the nurse said, last room on your left. She put her phone back into her pocket and walked down the hall. She knocked once on the metal door and once more again, hearing no response she turned the knob and walked in. An hour and a Half later, she lay on the operating table, the weight of what she had just done weighed her down.

Tears streamed down her face, the drugs the nurse had given her before she entered the room still lay untouched on the tray beside her. Images of mangled babies flooded her mind. She snapped back into reality when she heard the doctor speak “Young Lady I don’t have all day, are we going to remove this thing or not? No, she replied, not today, in 6 months perhaps, just not today. She’d have to live with the consequences of her actions but she didn’t care, the thoughts of killing an innocent child weren’t thoughts she could bear.

Sadly, in the world we live in, hundreds of thousands are denied their basic human rite to life on a daily basis, their lives, their goals, their dreams, all they could have ever become, snuffed out (I seem to be using these words an awful lot these days). Most of us view Abortion with disdain, we go on to say there’s no justification whatsoever for abortion. Children are a gift from God, no matter the circumstances surrounding their conception, abortion is nothing short of murder, I hear myself say.

However each and everyday, we go on about in our day to day lives aborting our goals, dreams and ideas. I say abort cause I believe our ideas and dreams are our babies entrusted unto us to nurture and grow to fruition. Yet, day in and day out, dreams are aborted over flimsy excuses. The solutions to the world’s problems aren’t going to fall from heaven, rather they are in each and everyone of us here on earth. Each one of us carries within us something the world needs, now the question is, do we abort it or do we nurture it and birth dreams that’d change the world?


I Remain

Ochuko A. Akpomudjere


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