Impregnate me or I die episode 6

Impregnate me or I die
 
Part Six
Finale
 
I was half conscious and half unconscious. I knew
all the time he came on me but I couldn’t resist
him or say anything. Was this what iya ibeji went
through before having her twins? For the two
weeks Prophet David took advantage of me. He
gave me no breathing space day nor night. He will always sprinkle water on my private part
before using me. My phone was taken away all
through and switched off. I was to leave on
Thursday, by Wednesday evening I was in full
control of myself. ‘Where is my phone? I asked
lady Stella. ‘Your phone will be given to you later tonight.’ When she brought my phone I
quickly switched it on and I got more than ten
SMS. Most of the messages were from my
husband. While I was trying to go through the
messages my phone rang, ‘Lo and behold, it
was my husband, I didn’t pick as I had to think of a lie to tell him. He called again and I picked,
‘what happened my sweet heart?’ He asked
anxiously. ‘My phone fell in,side the three-seater
sofa and I didn’t know it was switched off. I just
discovered it today. It didn’t take him time to
believe me. We talked at length and he narrated all his experience in Lagos. I will be back in a
week’s time, he said and ended the call.
 
Many things happened thereafter but after six
months I was not pregnant. Iya ibeji kept
encouraging me to be patient. She assured me I
will be pregnant. My life became a mess – I
started perceiving an offensive odour around my
private part ever since I returned from Prophet David’s place. It came with itching and pain. I
hid what I was going through from my husband
but he noticed the odour and I guessed he
couldn’t tell me.
 
One year after, I was not pregnant. Sally was
already pregnant with her second baby without
stress. I told myself that if I didn’t get pregnant
before she gave birth to her second baby I will
denounce my faith in God. As far as i was
concerned, it wasn’t worth it, serving God without anything to show for it. I had stopped
observing my ovulation period because previous
efforts had been fruitless. N600,000 had gone
down the drain yet I couldn’t make trouble.
Prophet David had abused me yet I had to remain
mute. I had been battling with STDs I contacted from Prophet David but I couldn’t speak out. My
salvation was already at stake, I couldn’t return
back to God because I was angry with him for
allowing me go through all these shameful and
painful experiences. If God were human, I
won’t forgive him.
 
‘Madam why did you wait for so long before
coming to the hospital? The doctor asked me. This
is one of the dreaded STDs medical science has
been battling with in recent times. I may have to
refer you to a gynecologist for better attention.
He wrote a short note on his complementary card and gave it to me to give to Dr Robert. He
promised to call Dr Robert before I got there.
 
“Madam, where is your husband? I can’t treat
you until I see your husband or any
representative of your family, Dr Robert told me. I
was afraid my secret was about to be leaked out.
This was the end of the road for me, I began to
contemplate suicide, because I couldn’t face the shame. I refused to tell my husband until my
condition grew worse. The odour became
unbearable, I practically stank like a dead fowl.
At this time my husband became bold enough to
ask me why I was smelling. And without waiting
for an answer, he said, ‘We will see the doctor tomorrow.
 
Your wife is suffering from a chronic STD and it
has affected her kidneys and her womb. If we
don’t carry out a surgery on her in four days
she may not be able to conceive again. My
husband was shocked. ‘Doctor can we do the
operation today?’ My husband asked, yes of course, if you are ready, the doctor told my
husband. In less than thirty minutes I was
wheeled to the theater for surgery. When I
opened my eyes I saw my mom, our pastor and
some brethren surrounded my bed. The way they
all looked at me made me suspicious that something bad had happened. I was discharged
but I kept seeing the doctor every week for
check up. My journey of barrenness lasted for 14
years. All my friends and family connived not to
tell me that my womb was removed during the
operation in order to save my life. I knew this when I went for a check up in another hospital
while my husband was away to Ghana. I have been without a womb for over ten years without knowing.
 
After God did not answer my prayers I totally
backslided. Sally
had three wonderful kids already and had since
stopped giving
birth. To help me overcome my frustration I
started taking alcohol secretly. Alcohol could not suppress my
depression
anymore and I tried hærd drugs. I became a
professional
adulteress not minding if my husband knew or
not. In all these my husband was still faithful to God. He was
always praying for
me. Whenever I messed up myself, he will clean
me up and get
me to sleep. If you are looking for a Christian,
Omeiza is one. I wanted God to judge me so that I can tell the
wh0le world how
unfair he is but his judgement tarried except that
I had no womb
and I could not conceive.
For a long time I didn’t hear from Sally. That didn’t bother me
anyway because anytime I hear from her it was
one good news
or the other. She seemed to be moving from glory
to glory while
I moved from shame to shame. I saw a post from one of our
coursemates on Facebook of a friend who
wedded at 42 and Sally
was in the selfie, but Sally was really lean in the
picture. I
started making contacts on how to reach Sally, I needed to know
what happened to her that she became this lean.
In no time I got
across to her. ‘Sally, what happened to you? I
saw your picture
on facebook and I was shocked that you had grown so lean.’ For
almost forty seconds she didn’t say anything.
‘Sally are you
there?’ ‘Yes Maryam, I have been sick but I
am better now’, she
replied. ‘I will need to come and see you.’ I promised to see her in
two weeks.
When I got to Sally’s place, she was leaner than
what I saw on
Facebook and I was afraid. My friend’s beautiful
skin had shrunk badly with black s₱0ts all over her. As I was
about scre-ming I
saw a pack of retroviral drugs on her dinning
table. ‘Sally you are
positive?’ I asked in surprise. She bowed her
face without saying a word. I knew she was HIV positive already. I
became more
scared but I had to encourage my friend. I
hugged her and
whispered to her ears “God will see you
through”. I still had to pretend I was still a Christian but I had a sharp
pain on my chest
with a voice telling me “it would soon be your
turn”. I tried to
rebuke that voice but there wasn’t any inner
impetus to do so. I wept bitterly as if I was weeping for my friend,
but no, I was
weeping for myself. I couldn’t stand what I saw
so I left the
following day.
On my way back to Lokoja, ‘I kept having thoughts of accident.
“If you die now where are you going to?” I
asked myself. The
Sally you have been using as yardstick to judge
God is already
paying for her sins, the voice kept talking to me. I was restless
all through the journey. Maybe I am also HIV
positive, I thought
within me. Suddenly I noticed I have been foolish,
I told God I
was sorry. If you can give me another chance oh Lord I will serve
you all the days of my life with or without a child.
I got relieved
as soon as I made that prayer. I arrived Lokoja
safely. I knelt
down before my husband and confessed all my sins before him, I
wept and asked him for his forgiveness. He wept
along with me
but he felt very bad for the story he heard about
me for the
first time. I could read the handwriting in each drop of his tears. “I
have forgiven you sweet heart, he lifted me up
and hugged me
tight for what seemed like hours. I wept the more
while on his
arm, my tears were tears of genuine repentance and regret. I
became indebted to my husband for his patience
and endurance.
Since it was obvious I couldn’t get pregnant
after my womb was
removed, we adopted a boy of six months from the orphanage
and named him Joseph. The day Joseph clocked
one year I was
confirmed to be seven weeks pregnant. How can
a woman who
has no womb be pregnant? Until my stomach started protruding I
didn’t believe I was pregnant. This is the hand
work of Jehovah
overdo.
On the 3rd of December I gave birth to a set of
quadruplet, two boys and two girls. God wiped away my tears of
many years.
The chief medical director of the hospital was
perplexed with the
stark possibility of a woman who had no womb
but was yet able to give birth not to one but four children at a time.
He invited
African Independent Television(AIT) to cover my
story. This
drew the attention of the First Lady of the state
who paid us a visit at the hospital. She placed the four kids on
scholarsh¡p up to
university level. Many other families who
watched the program on
AIT paid us a visit and each of them came with
huge gifts. In less than one week we became millionaires from the
gifts we
received from the general public. Who says God is
not alive?
Peter, Paul, Elizabeth and Esther will be two years
in June. Praise God who turned my captivity around.
For waiting mothers who are reading this story,
don’t give up on
God, don’t try alternative means, don’t be too
desperate, don’t
use anybody’s life as a standard for yours. God is not dull, he
makes all things beautiful in his own time.
This story is dedicated to all those who are
waiting on the Lord
for the fruit of the womb.
The End…….