Impregnate Me Or I Die Episode 6
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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 inside 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
whole 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….
