A story written by BukkyDan (email@example.com)…
Sasha caressed her flat stomach soothingly, if not for anything to appease the ‘witches an wizards’ feasting on her stomach wall. She rolled her eyes as she heard Kemi laughing across the room, as usual everybody’s chit-chatting and laughing their ‘hearts’ out, all she could do was manage a smile.
That wasn’t hunger or menstrual pain or anything related to it, the pain she’s feeling is one she’s become so used to-that its become part and parcel of her. It came once or twice every month and stays on for few hours each time it ‘visited’ . At such times, she would remain mute, cos if she dared talk too much; she’d end up coughing out her internal organs.
Its been like that all her life, no one knew about it not even Kenny or her parents, she was good at keeping such secrets- if not for anything but for fear of hospital and its ‘applications’. If her family were good observers, they’d have known, because of how sweaty she becomes and how she trembled each time she tried to talk.
“Sassy what’s up nah? You’ve been staring at the ceiling since, or are you missing Joyce already?” Kenny asked with a half smile.
Sasha simply smiled and lowered her eyes.
“don’t worry o, we’ll be going back home tomorrow, sho gbo?” Ashley joined the joke.
“ehn, she can go. atleast Kenny promised to stay back.” Kemi teased
“that’s good to know.” Sasha croaked wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt, before proceeding to flick away some sweat trickling down her face.
“awww…she’ve got a frog in her throat.” Tunji laughed.
“and don’t tell me you’re sweating in an ‘air-conditioned’ room o” he added.
“lockie…you’re alright?” Kenny asked looking concerned as Sasha rose to her feet.
“I have a cough.” Sasha croaked, walking steadily to the hall way.
“Cough? How comes?” Kenny followed her.
“Better follow your wife and beg her not to fall sick o.” Tunji called after them.
Kenny leaned against the wall, hand folded across his chest, as he watched his best friend and ‘sister’; lay on her stomach, eyes shut and lips pursed. All wasn’t well, he knew that. This wasn’t the first time he’s seeing her do that, maybe it’s one of her numerous ‘attitudes’.
“You’re gonna tell me what’s up now.” he stated.
“Kenny, leave me. I’m just fine” she whispered.
“No way!” he shook his head.
“What kinda attitude are you putting up? This isn’t the first time you’re doing this, each time you just go on saying you have a cough? What sort of cough is it that come up more than twelve times a year?”
Sasha continued in her position, he should bring the whole building down if he could, he isn’t going to get her tell it out.
“Com’n Sassy…its me Kenny, when did we start having secrets we keep from each other?” Kenny asked in a low voice.
“I’m fine!” she snapped.
“But…” Kenny stopped halfway, when he saw her sped towards the toilet.
“Sassy?” he followed her in.
There she was clutching onto her stomach whilst coughing continuously.
“Sorry…” he patted her back till she stopped coughing.
Sasha sighed, as she walked out of the toilet, she felt some kind of relief sweep over her; the pains died away, even her seat palms became void of moisture.
That was it! She mused, she should be expecting it after some weeks again.
“you need some tablets for cold.” Kenny noted sitting beside her.
“Yea doc.” Sasha smiled, her voice back to normal, the croaky sound gone.
“thank me later.” he winked.
“I told I was fine, you didn’t believe me.”
“Why should I? When you’re just sweating like what I don’t know.” Kenny mused.
“Sasha! Kenny! Come over here, a chinese movie is on!” Tunji’s voice rang in from the living room.
“Yea baby…its my kung fu! Wu cha!” Sasha said excitedly hopping out of the room.
Kenny kept staring at the doorway, mouth opened. That surely wasn’t the girl he saw wrigling like an earthworm few minutes ago. There’s more to all that drama, something Sasha had never told him about. But why would she keep anything that strange from him?
“Kenny! Come and see…its Jackie chan starring Jet Li o!” Sasha called out excitedly.
Shaking his head from side to side, he dragged his feet to the living room. She’s a strange being he concluded.
Gasping for air; Joyce struggled back to reality from her Dreamland.
“It was a dream…” she continued to pant heavily.
Yet another evil dream? For weeks she’d dread ‘sleeping’. It’s always two monsters chasing after her, all trying to snuff life out of her.
“who did I offend nah?” she looked around confused.
Its either someone’s taken her name to a herbalist or witches are fighting against her- she mused. Managing to sit up amidst pains, she let her eyes travel round the room.
Different sets of baby things hung in different sections, she’ve spent alot on her unborn child- courtesy Williams. Her unborn child? She caressed her stomach. The child was due delivery, but whatever is stopping it from coming…almost two weeks gone past the normal nine months.
Some people are surely behind her ‘condition’, – she sighed.
She’d go see a doctor, even if it means her having ‘knives’ on her, she wants that baby out…she couldn’t continue in pains- She thought as she struggled to her feet.
Who knows, maybe the child was scared of coming into a world where he or she won’t be valued?
She sighed again, bending to pick the night cap that fell off her head. Just then, she felt the pain she’ve been expecting for days, her water broke.
Barbra was laughing heartily with her daughter Cassandra, as she chattered like a programmed machine, telling her all sort of jokes; when she heard someone scream.
“Did you hear that?” she asked
“yea…” Cassandra stopped laughing.
The scream came again, startling them.
“mum its in this house.” Cassandra jumped looking frightened.
“ah ahn! Whats happening?” Barbra rose to her feet.
“Dunno…should be in her room.” Cassandra shrugged.
“Somebody help!” Joyce wailed
“oh my God!” Barbra rushed towards the room.
Cassandra took a step but stood back, who was she going to help? Definitely not Joyce.
“Cassie…get me my car keys, we’re going to the hospital…” Barbra rushed out of the room carrying a baby basket.
“I said …my car keys! Joyce is in Labour.”
“joyce is in labour? So what?” Cassandra eyed her mother.
“Cassie, if truly I gave birth to you, get my keys from the dresser upstairs.” Barbra snarled before dashing back to Joyce.
“lord have mercy on my mother!” Cassandra mumbled agrily as she went to get the keys.
“mum…like seriously? This woman hypnotised you or what?” Cassandra asked in disbelief as she watched her mother help the wailing Joyce out of the house.
“shut your big mouth! Bring that basket along!” Barbra shouted at her daughter who picked up the basket grumbling.
“Sassy…see you later in the evening.” Kenny waved, as Sasha walked towards her home, waving back at them as the Cab sped away.
“Mallam, good af’noon.” Sasha greeted the gateman who seemed pleased to see her.
“small madam! I welcome o.” the gateman tried to collect her bag.
“no…nevermind thanks.” she smiled
“No everybody I don comot.”
“Even Cassie?” she asked.
“everybody! Cassie I comot na for madam motor.”
“okay thanks.” Sasha replied- disappointed.
Nobody’s home to welcome her from the ‘journey’, not even a welcome hug for doing so well in her post-utme.- she sulked kicking the footmat. Picking the keys, she opened the door…even Joyce wasn’t home? She hissed.
“Thank God o, for a wonderful journey. Welcome back to your father’s house.” she welcomed her self, throwing her bag to the floor. Walking briskly to the kitchen, she began to outline what and what she’d eat.
“To start with..” she smiled opening the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and started to gulp it down. Her eyes caught something on the burner.
“Chicken stew?” her eyes shone, as grabbed a plate and started offloading the chicken.
“Ope o! God said I shouldn’t die of hunger.” she sang happily.
She lifted a chicken lap to her lips, her hands froze, her lips chattered.
Those demons in her stomach were at it again- she mused washing her rembling hands.
She wiped the sweat already trickling down her face, her legs trembled under her weight.
“Not again.” she croaked, as she layed down on the tiled Kitchen floor.
Her head felt turgid, she could smell blood, she swallowed hard to prevent it from coming up her throat.
Her teeth continued to chatter as her wet palms caressed her stomach.
“Ease up…pleeease” she croaked.
She felt a movement in her chest, it was coming up faster than she could control…she vomited blood.
She cringed at the sight of her own blood. She struggled to a kneeling position, her body continued to tremble.
“kenny…” was all she could mutter , and everything blacked out.
To Be Continued….