The Sour Seed

       THE SOUR SEED

My name is Adebola and this is my story.

I finally chatted him up 'Hi, good afternoon, we need to talk, something is up'. I waited for minutes, then hours, I could no longer hold it, so I called him, 'Hello, did you get my message on WhatsApp?' From the tune of his voice, I knew he knew and I knew his answer already. 'lets chat on WhatsApp' I said. It was like it took him years to give a response 'okay'. As I ended the call, I burst into tears and couldn't control myself.

Then the message came in 'good evening, what's up'. I made up my mind to go straight to the point. 'I missed my period, I am three weeks out', 'Alright, I'm listening' he replied. 'I just took the home pregnancy test, It's positive'. Seconds stretched into minutes and still no reply from him. I continued crying as I kept starring at my phone, then it happened 'do you want us to talk about it? because I can remember that night you came to my room, we used withdrawal method.' I slipped off the arm chair I was on and wept in reckless abandonment upon hearing reading those words.

How could he say something like that, doesn't he know that withdrawal method is not 100% Safe, or am I chatting with the wrong person? I said to myself. I summoned morale to continue the conversation, 'What exactly are you trying to say?' 'am not responsible for your pregnancy. I was already suspicious you were trying to lure me into your devilish plan, I am not the only one you are seeing, so just stop it, get rid of it and don't disturb my life in any way'.

I have always been a mummy's girl, I wouldn't take decisions without my parents, but when it comes to love, I see myself as old enough to handle such. So when I made up my mind to succumb to his pressure, I believed myself to be making the right decision, at least I thought. Bolaji my last boyfriend really loved me despite everything people said about couples having sexual relations outside marriage. 

I never would have believed Tomiwa would break my heart. I couldn't help but remember the first time we met at New Buka, on campus. Looking ravishing in his casuals, pink lips and golden eyes, I felt I have met my heart throb. How I love to explore, and the moment Tomiwa said he was a part 4 medical student, I felt connected to him instantly. As a part 3 English student, my ascination grew and it developed into something more than I can even explain.

Now, here I am, my mother's words hunting me 'you are responsible for every decisions you make', still on the floor blaming myself 'why did I go to his room that night? I should have insisted on No, and stood my grounds, why? We had agreed on no sex at the beginning, how could I have been so stupid'. I wept and wept, till I could signal my tear gland informing me that it will soon run out of water. No one was there to console me, all I could see was my parent's faces, 'How disappointed they would be', I was their joy, their pride, their muse 'Oh how could  I do this to them, to myself, to God.' I knew I got away the first time I did it. I should have just taken the hint. Life just has a way of dealing with me doesn't it!? I have a decision to make but tonight, i would just let the tears fall.

What should she do?

Inform her parents?
Talk to a friend?
Keep the pregnancy.
Abort it?
Drop out of school and keep the pregnancy secret?
Blackmail Tomiwa and drag him into accepting the pregnancy?
Run away?

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