As if a suicide attempt wasn’t enough, Janet had tried to get rid of the very shaming pregnancy. This was the last resort for her to continue with her professional career, she couldn’t bear the stigma of suckling a bastard. Back to when i viewed that frightening SMS from Esther, i loaded the numerous chats i deliberately left unread on WhatsApp.
I was hoping to get feedback from Mom concerning Deji’s birthday arrangements, considering it was to hold in a week’s time. Deji was not just my dark skinned elder brother, but also, a friend and mentor. He graduated from the University of Lagos, after six years of studying the highly rated Medicine and Surgery. Though he was older, i was still some inches taller than him. We shared so many striking resemblances that people easily mistook us for identical twins. It was going to be his 25th birthday and my presence in the forthcoming party was well confirmed. My school gave a four weeks break after the hectic academic year, this meant a month of rest and taste bud stimulating food for me. Mrs Adesina’s cooking was second to none, i could violently bite my tongue when eating any of her homemade meals. Food wasn’t the only thing being cooked, as of recent, she was cooking up a surprise plan for Deji. She was always fond of him because of his gentle and disciplined nature. I never let her affection for him bother me, no matter how impartial, parents could never equally love their children. Eager and excited, i couldn’t wait to see my ever-generous brother before his journey to Imo State, where he would be completing his NYSC Service. It had really been a long while, and nothing says home like family.
After attending to the message from Mom, i scrolled through my phone’s 6-inch screen to view more messages, while on my rickety bed. I checked Esther’s profile and noticed she was online, couldn’t ascertain the same for ghost contacts of mine that hid their Last seen from stalkers and monitoring spirits like myself.
Instantly, i chatted her up to discuss the implication of the SMS i received a while ago. Waiting patiently for that blue check mark to display, i viewed profile pictures of my crushes and long time exes. In the next minute, Esther flooded my phone with narratives on Janet’s latest predicament. I felt that urge to tell her i wasn’t interested in her story telling, but a concern of Esther, to me, was also a concern of mine.
She started with how Janet stupidly patronised Dr. Andy, a quack drop out of medical school who opened a disgrace of a hospital at the busy streets of Abule Ijoko. I pitied those ignorant victims who kept on leaving his hospital with death reports and more severe illnesses. Janet was learned and should for no reason be associated with the likes of Dr Andy. It later occurred to me that this act of hers was under duress, since every standard clinic she would have approached tagged abortion as illegal and unethical.
“What prompted this scary idea in the first place?“…Janet was desperate but also had an extreme phobia for hospitals, that question remained unanswered, not until Esther mentioned Chidera.
Chidera was the devil behind this tragedy, suddenly the flushing incident was no longer a surprise to me. ‘OLOSHO QUEEN‘ or ‘SMALL GIRL BIG GOD‘ was her monikre, the latter was just a guise for the runs she managed and supervised in school. You could call her an expert when it came to sex work, unfortunately she was a big time dunce and a branded OLODO with respect to her studies. Every academic year for her featured at least a repeated course, she grew up as a street hustler orphaned at the age of twelve. I never believed desperacy could make Janet stoop so low, the fear of stigmatization is the beginning of humility.
Janet had to consult the counselling services of a pro, in this case Chidera was the perfect person. Both of them happened to stay in MOREMI, this made meeting with her so easy and stress-free.
“Babes, you fuck up, big girl like you suppose get contraceptives for backup, why you try to dey do IGG for those men?, you for negotiate, name price for them na, make you satisfy dem well well for hotel, at least that way, e no go look like rape abi???“… these profane sentences came from the mouth of her hoesomeness herself. Janet thought it best to explain everything to her, at this point she had nothing to lose.
It was later on that Chidera advised this damsel in distress and connected her to Dr Andy, after an effortless search for a loyal doctor to get the job done.
“see madam, Dr Andy na my number one doctor, anytime belle enter by mistake, i consult him, make contract no go kpain for my hand“…so she said to cancel fear and give Janet a solid assurance. Blindly and anxiously, Janet heeded to the advice of this street procurer, forgetting the countless times Esther kicked against this diabolical action.
Now, Dr Andy had completed the painful abortion which was responsible for the profuse bleeding. Esther, the forgotten friend had suddenly become a shoulder to cry on. I wondered why Esther kept putting up with Janet’s excesses, the narrative she sent to me on Whatsapp showed she was still very much concerned. This got me crossed with her on several occasions. As far as i could tell, Janet was obstinate and valued her career more than her life. Being a friend, i couldn’t really express my annoyance with Esther on social media. Instead, i ended her long story with the mysterious and disapproving ‘K’…