Doctor Deranged.

You last had peaceful sleep on Tuesday night. That night you ate eba and stew. Even if it was a weird combination yet you felt on top of the world. As a Doctor, you knew the implication of eating heavy foods to bed but you didn’t mind. You did not use any drug that night yet you slept like a baby.

Your first abortion was on Friday.

You initially resisted, in fact you sent the young girl out of your office. You went home happy thinking that you had defeated the devil. But the next day, when she came with an elderly man fit to be her dad you yielded. The elderly man had told you that his daughter was raped. “Hence, the abortion was legal”, you thought, she didn’t want to father the baby of a rapist, you also thought.

You gave her a combination of drugs; your shrewdly combined drugs made her bleed heavily. Her blood dropped like the tears coming from a crying child. The bleeding reduced the next day and ended the third day. You couldn’t sleep that night. You rolled up and down on your bed and tried to imagine if you will ever get forgiveness. You later discovered that the elderly man was not her Dad. He was responsible for the pregnancy. He was her lesson teacher, her chemistry teacher. Somehow, the body of the old man and the girl had discovered some carnal chemistry.

A month later she came again. This time she brought her friend. Her friend needed evacuation. She

said ‘evacuation’ as if the baby was a waste product; without remorse. In fact, that day, she was chewing a gum and talking very loudly and almost all the staff in your hospital could hear her. Her clothes were also not righteous. You charged her heavily. She didn’t bargain, she went out and came in with the cash. In another wicked twist you gave her friend the deadly mixture. She bleed heavily that day. Then lightly the next day.

You did another. And another. More. And more. 

You are now a war veteran. Only that your war is against toothless babies. Your soul has been darkened. Your mind sealed. You no longer have compassion. You hardly carry babies now. You hate them. They now look like toys to you. It all started when you first legalized the killing of a baby because it was a product of rape.

Now, you can’t sleep. Your eyes have been opened all night. You hear the cry of babies whenever you close your eyes. Their cry pierce your soul. But that is not all the problem. The real problem is, you are about to get married, how do you tell your would-be husband that you hate babies and won’t like to have one!

Ezekiel Efeobhokhan

600 level Pharmacy

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