Dearest,
I am writing you a letter for you my unborn child. Even though I feel disgraced, I want to let you know that I love you so…..
Those were the exact lines from one of her favourite songs but didn’t she know it would apply to her. It was just a one-night stand with Joshua and all her world came to a halt. If only she had not gotten drunk. The if only kept on coming up. If only she didn’t follow Anu to the wild party that Saturday night. If only she had spent more time at doing her workload that her boss, Mr Orisona had complained earlier on.
Now she has several things to worry about. An unborn baby was added to the equation. Definitely, abortion was not the option. She had been a strong advocate against abortion while in University. After roommate died from a quack doctor who performed a failed abortion, she swore to keep herself and never find herself in such a compromising and sorry situation. Tables had turned.
Now she was starring at the lady in the mirror. She did not like what she saw. It was a confused lady, one unsure of her fate. A lady who seemed to have made the biggest unforgivable mistake in her life. To add to her predicament, she was a staunch Catholic and abortion was not an option.
How about the father of her baby? It is one she was not proud of. Maybe if it had been a famous musician that came to perform on that day, she would not feel like a loser. In her case, it was one of the bouncers at the event. Don’t ask what they were doing when he ought to be in his post? He obviously took advantage of a tipsy young fine lady. She was completely drunk, she could not remember how they hooked up.
Afterward, he was kind enough to get her and her friend a cab when the party ended. Ensuring their safety, he bid them farewell and returned to his work. All she knew was opened her eyes and found herself in a mess at her home- Flat 27, Alade avenue.