I remember clearly the first time I went to the hospital alone. I stood for a good ten minutes at the gate before I went in. I was scared. So scared. I was biting my nails and looking down. I had insisted Momma shouldn’t come with me. My reason was that I was big enough to take care of myself; after all, I was sixteen…or will be on my next birthday. I had also insisted not to go to Uncle Jo’s hospital. Uncle Jo was my Dad’s friend and has been our family doctor since I can remember.
I had to wait in a long queue to take the card and I had to sit after then to wait for my turn. I looked around……..I saw mothers, old men, old women, nurses…………..they were all so comfortable. I didn’t see any sixteen year old girl.
I bit my lower lip, straightened my skirt and followed the nurse.
The doctor was busy writing when I entered. The nurse motioned me to sit and closed the door.
The doctor finally looked at me.
“Are you not Clarisse?”
“And you are 18?”
He stared at me for some minutes, like he was trying to make up his mind about something.
“So what is wrong with you?”
“I have been……..”
It was Uncle Jo. Appears he knows the other doctor that’s off duty. He chose to sit down a little before leaving.
“Baby, are you alright?”
Uncle Jo calls me “baby”. I just nodded and smiled. The doctor looked at me and motioned me to continue.
“I have been having serious menstrual pain lately”
He asked me some questions, prescribed some drugs and I left the office. I was waiting at the pharmacy when Uncle Jo passed. I stood up and ran back to the doctor’s office. I didn’t wait for his “come in”. I entered and stood there till he looked up.
“I think I’m pregnant”
He gave me that look again, the screening look.
“You think or you are?”
“I am pregnant”
He started writing again. After standing there for 2minutes without him saying anything to me I decided to leave. He gave me the paper then.
“Be there 9am tomorrow…………..with N5, 000”
I nodded and left the office. I didn’t even wait at the pharmacy for drugs. I just walked out.
Uncle Jo was leaning against his car, waiting for me.
“Linda, are you pregnant?”
I was pretending I didn’t hear him
“Linda, you used a fake name, fake age, fake address……………does your mom even know why you’re here?”
I broke down
“Im sorry uncle Jo. I don’t know……………..I don’t know what to do…………..please don’t tell mum”
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