Brother Sam twirls hither and tither on his sprawling bed like an earthworm. He is unable to grab some sleep. The gentleman, lost in the wilderness of his own thoughts, had been widely awake for most part of the night. At dawn, he would take Sandra for an abortion and does not know where the pendulum of fate will swing. Will Sandra bleed to death in the hands of the quack doctor or will she, by some stroke of luck, survive the abortion? These thoughts knock Sam's head to a strong headache.
A few months ago, Brother Sam, a choir master in his church, had met Sandra in one of their Sunday school classes. Sandra, a tall and sweet teenager in her penultimate year in college, had complained about her difficulty with Mathematics. She had pleaded with Sam, who had a degree in Physics, to render her some private tutorials. Sam had innocently consented, to his doom.
On a certain cold evening while Sam was teaching Sandra some advanced Algebra, he reached for the grapy oranges beneath her bra and the deed was done in five minutes. That was the first and only time Sam had anything to so with Sandra, for he felt quite guilty after the unholy act. Unfortunately, Sam's repentance could not atone for his sins. Sandra would break the bad news, the bad news of her pregnancy about four weeks later.
It is now 4.50am. The floating cry of Allah Akubar blare from the many mosques in the neighbourhood. Sam had desisted these disturbances, wondering why 21st century mosques were yet to invent a more sophisticated means of calling faithfuls for prayers. An automated email or a prayer app could do the magic, Sam had thought. But this morning is different. The prayer cries not only announce the dawn of a new day, it bring refreshing hope, the hope of a successful abortion. Sam jumps up to get himself ready for the scary abortion ahead.
......to be continued.
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