“I love you mum, and I’m not pregnant, you trained me well and I know no man but I’m sorry I don’t really know what is making me feel this way, I wish you send me or my body to the doctors to actually tell you what is wrong with me, I know it won’t be pregnancy, trust me, but whatever it’ll be, will be too late for any help” daughter said before she dies.
Joanna retched and bent over the toilet bowl. The pain and nausea twisted her stomach until she could not breathe. The stuff came up and burst out, all yellow, slimy, and tasting of bile.
She knew more was coming, so she sat on the bathroom floor waiting. In the interval, the door banged and her mother’s voice asked her to open up. Seconds later, she was standing over her, a look of anger on her face.
She had just begun feeling the wrenching of her gullet when suddenly her mother gave her a resounding slap, she fell on the floor and that was the trigger for another outburst of her stomach’s contents.
When she rose, her mother was waiting for her. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to ask her mother for help. She did not know what was really happening to her.
Then the sound of her mother’s voice shocked her, “Whose child is it?” she asked
“What do you mean?” she forced to bring out a response. This time the tears were not held back. She began sobbing quietly.
“What do I mean? I am not stupid. Don’t you think I know morning sickness when I see it?
“I’ve heard you vomiting all over my toilet for the last two days. You have been complaining about being sick for three months.
Now tell me, whose baby is it?”
“But mum I’m a virgin”
“Shut up!!! Do I look like your age mate?”
There were more retching and vomiting. She was getting weaker and weaker, losing energy to explain herself to her mum.
She wished God would touch her mother’s heart to help her get to a hospital before the blames.
When she was done, she kept heaving but nothing would come out. Sobs gushed out of her as her mother glared at her in anger. Not ready to calm down or even help.
“All this time I thought I was raising a daughter and instead I have a whore in the house! Those tears will not help you. Tell me who the father is before I beat it out of you.”
“If you don’t stop calling me mum and tell me who the father of that bastard is, I’ll give you the dirtiest slap of your life! Was I there when that baby was made? Do you expect me to be the proud grandmother of an illegitimate child? Moreover, who do you think will pay for that child’s upkeep?
“Believe me, mum, I am a virgin…”
The mother gave her a very hot slap in the face stopping her from completing the word “Virgin”.
“What do you think the neighbours are going to say to me? Do you think I can walk into church with my head up anymore? I will make you regret every second of that day you decided to bring shame on me!”
“You will pay for every pesewa of embarrassment I shall suffer”
“MUM!” She was screaming now. “I’m not pregnant!”
“Don’t you dare! It’s bad enough you spread your legs for every man, now you look me in the eye and lie? Pack your things. I want you and that bastard out of my house.”
“But mum… I…”
“Nothing. I want you to leave in the next 30 minutes or I will throw you out like a dog.”
Joanna was left crying as her mother walked away without a backward glance. She was in too much pain to move but she knew her mother. If she did not willingly leave she would be beaten up like a thief and is already weak and with severe abdominal pains.
She dragged herself on the floor to her room and packed her things slowly. A severe pain was going through her but she ignored it.
She had 10 minutes left and her mother was already yelling for her to get out. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was not pregnant, but her mother would never believe her.
The pain increased and she screamed out for her mother. Her mother came to the door but was unmoved.
“Stop that acting and get out.”
“Mum help me!” she cried clutching her tummy as she fell to the ground.
Her mother simply watched her, yelling about how it would be good if she lost that bastard. She did not want an illegitimate child.
Joanna cried and said a prayer for God to forgive her mother as she felt the life get sucked out of her but her mother was still unmoved.
“I love you mum, and I’m not pregnant, you trained me well and I know no man but I’m sorry I don’t really know what is making me feel this way, I wish you send me or my body to the doctors to actually tell you what is wrong with me, I know it won’t be pregnancy, trust me, but whatever it’ll be, will be too late for any help” She managed to tell the mother who was now touched and trying to help her to the hospital
Joanna was pronounced dead on arrival at the hospital
Days later, the autopsy results were in. Her mother had ranted about a pregnancy and the doctor had to set the record straight.
The doctor was brief. He had learnt from experience that it was best to give this sort of news in the fewest words possible. He broke it down into a simple non-technical language.
“Your daughter was not pregnant. She had ovarian cysts, which ruptured and she bled out when they ruptured. If she had gotten to the hospital in time, we could have saved the rest in perfect peace”
Joanna’s mother sat there in shock. Her daughter had told her the truth. She allowed her daughter to die in pain. Tears ran down her face as she thought of the last words of her daughter before her death.
She had failed as a mother and as a human being. Joanna’s death was all her fault.
You must not always be the best judge, you may be judging people and situations wrongly like Joanna’s mother, even if at all you will not help, just listen before you end up with ‘Had I known’
Treat every life as a life to exist only once.
This is a true story. Yes, some women can do worse than that and may God have mercy upon the soul of little Joanna who was only 17.
Hope some Meaningful Women will make some meaning out of this.
Not only daughters can be misjudged, even boys too. In addition, some women can even misjudge their husbands.
You may be so experienced and quite knowledgeable, please always give the ‘benefit of the doubt’