Flash Story: Abortion Gone Sour

by Carl Uke

Chioma sat on the edge of her bed, fiddling with the brown envelope in her hands.

She was too scared to open it, for she knew the paper object contained an information capable of changing her life forever.

The envelope contained the result of the pregnancy test she’d done earlier that day.

Finally she summoned up all the courage there was to be found within her and tore the envelope open.

She read the report and her fears were confirmed.

She was indeed pregnant.

Eight weeks, the report stated.

When night came, restlessness wouldn’t allow her to sleep.

A hundred horrid thoughts flooded through her mind.

She got up, picked her phone and called Ejike—the lanky boy who had put her in the grievous condition.

Ejike in the quick manner he talked was swift to proffer solution.

“Abortion,” he said. “You must have an abortion fast.”

Chioma shook her head. “No!”

She had heard many scary stories about girls who had lost their lives from complications of abortion. She wouldn’t risk it.

“No?” Ejike asked. “Why no?”

“I’m scared.”

“Come on, there is nothing to be scared of. With the many modern methods available these days, the thing has become just as easy as pulling out an ingrown hair.”

Chioma still shook her head and said no.

“Do you want to keep the pregnancy then?”

“No! My dad will kill me if he finds out!”

“Likewise mine, so there is no other way!”

After mulling over Ejike’s words all through the night, Chioma finally decided to go through with it.

Early the next morning, she got ready and hurried off to the private clinic across the other side of town.

At the hospital, after getting registered by a dark, pimply nurse, she sat down at the lobby with other patients, waiting for her turn to see the doctor.

Seeing there were many other girls seated alongside her too, she wondered if they, too, also had come for an abortion.

She was already getting tired of waiting when a nurse called her name.

“Chioma Okiki!”

“Yes.” She stood and walked into the doctor’s office.

Inside the doctor’s office, she saw him bent over from his rotating chair, searching through a heap of folders on the ground.

“Good day, sir,” she greeted.

“Lovely day,” the doctor responded. “A minute please.”

Chioma nodded, looking round the office. The strong smell of drugs in the air only serve to worsen the nauseous feelings she was having.

Finally the doctor saw what he’d been looking for and turned to Chioma.

“Oh please sit down, my dear,” he said, gesturing.

“Thank you, sir.” Chioma took one of the seats.

The doctor asked her what she’d come for and she stammered it out.

“You are pregnant?” the man asked.


“Who is responsible?”

“My…my boyfriend, sir.”

“So you do have unprotected sex with him?”

Chioma said nothing.

“That’s not safe. Apart from an unwanted pregnancy, you could also contract STDs.”

Chioma nodded but didn’t say word still.

“So is this your boyfriend aware of your decision to have an abortion?”

“Yes, he is aware, sir.”

“And he is okay with it?”

“It was his decision, sir.”

“His decision, so what about yours?”

Chioma said nothing.

“Do you really want to have an abortion?”

“I have no choice, sir.”

“Why do you think that?”

“I’m still living with my parents, sir. They will throw me out if they find out that I am pregnant.”

“I see.” The doctor tapped the pen in his hand on the table.

“Why not discuss with the boy responsible and have him get married to you instead?”

“Ha. He is still in school, sir. Moreover his parents will never approve. They are very strict.”

“And how do you know that?”

“He told me.”

“That’s bad,” the doctor said.

Chioma put down her face.

“This your boyfriend, what is his name?”

“Ejike, sir. Ejike Madu.”

Dr Madu’s lips burst open in shock. “Ha, another one?!” he said.

Chioma was confused.

“Oya stand up! Go outside and join the other girls at the lobby. All of you are going with me to the house to meet him!”


Carl Uke can be reached on Twitter @Ubernigerian.

Also by Carl:
My Sister’s Pregnancy [Winner of October DNB Awards]
If Cows Could Talk 

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22 Comments on “Flash Story: Abortion Gone Sour”

  1. What a mess. Bad son of a good father. How come all the seeds he planted found themselves back to him. Lol

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