Maraa - Season 1 - Episode 21

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Maraa - Season 1 - Episode 21

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My heart dropped!
How was I going to tell her that this kind of a thing had happened?

I carried the little babe in the shawl and hugged him tightly as tears gathered in my eyes.
I looked at the pastor and our eyes met.

He gave me a questionable look and I nodded
His shoulders dropped as he leaned on the window panes

I shook my head in anguish
My pastor threw his right fist in the air and released air from his mouth forming a whistle out of despair too.

“Is the baby a boy or a girl?” her voice brought me back to life and i looked into her face.
She looked really blue.

The pains of labor and the 14-hour long travail had really sapped her strength.

“It was a boy” i said and she opened her half-slit eyes a bit
“Was?” she asked and I nodded wearily
She faced the pastor
“Was?” she asked him too, dramatically
“Yes” he answered silently
“He’s dead?” she asked and there was silence.

How were we supposed to tell her?
What would it say about our God?

Wont she believe that God had brought her this far to leave her daunted?

I was clueless and my heart raced
She sat up, not mindful of the intravenous line connecting the saline drip into her vein.
“But God could still do this to me?” she asked in a sure tone and I walked to the cot to place the dead baby there

I looked at my pastor who tried to hold her but she retreated.

“I promised that I was going to serve him didn’t I? I did promise! So why all these? why am I in a pool of bitterness again? why?” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

“Hmmm….It is well o” I exclaimed as was my usual habit.

She looked at me somewhat fiercely and shook her head.

In a twinkling of an eye, she caught my hands and sq££zed it till life was no more felt in it.
“How do you feel? How does your hand feel?” she cried out.

I understood her frustration and tears could only flow down my face

“I paused blood flow in y our hand for a few seconds. See how white your hand is now. see how lifeless it were . See how dead you feel in here. That’s exactly how I feel now Miss Doctor!” she said somewhat rashly.

I nodded quietly as tears flowed down my face
Of course I understood her
Her youthful age hadn’t been rosy;

The death of one of her first twins had been worse on her

The insanity of her husband and the sudden realization that he had been fetish all along had been the worst of all.

Now, the pregnancy she nursed for months in pains, shame, regret, hunger and all had died again- immediately after birth!

“Dear Mrs. Olowo…” Pastor was saying when she raised her hand defiantly as she let go of my hand.

“Don’t call me that! Not now, not ever! I had rather remained Olosi- a totally poverty-stricken woman than to be called Olowo when the reverse is the case for me. Not anymore!” she said, almost screaming.

Her voice struggled to escape her vocal cords because she was really in pains beneath her
Her pelvic was tight at first as she labored, so that was the first challenge we faced
Eventually when the pelvic would give way a bit again, there was a big tear which we had to sow
Definitely, she was in pain!

“All things work together for good to them …” I started quoting when she slapped the bed hard
“Stop that MA!” she exclaimed, stressing the MA to the extent that my heart jumped into my mouth.

I looked at the pastor who had sat down at the feet of the bed, his head buried in his hands.
“Madam, the baby would have died anyways” I said and she looked at me questionably.

I had to explain further
“He wouldn’t have survived for a long time. he would have died after a few days. his survival would have been hell for you. it would have been really brutally painful for him. no wonder God took him before the problems started unfolding” i quickly rushed my words before she could stop me.

She looked at me instantly, tears strolling down her face
“Ehn?” she muttered

I sat beside her and held her shoulders as I patted and rubbed them.

“The baby had a very poor bone formation and it is due to calcium and iron deficiency of the mother”

“Ehn?” she muttered again.
I nodded
“He has a very big hole in his small heart and I tell you that it would have been costly to maintain it.”

Her eyes widened
“Hole in the heart?” she asked to be sure and I nodded.

She shrugged from my hold and stood up abruptly
The pastor looked up, his eyes red.

Glory removed the canullar and I stood up so shocked.

“Why…” I was saying when the pastor held my shoulders and i sat down.