Wanted – 9

Part 9

Benita was rushed to the hospital. She didn’t have many bruises. She was discharged 3 days later.

One month later, she hadn’t seen her flow. She went to her mum.

“Mum, I haven’t seen my flow.”

“Jesus! Meaning? Go get dressed. We are going to the hospital.”

She called her husband on the phone. “Hello, honey, please let’s meet at our family hospital. I don’t know what Benita is saying o.”

“Is everything OK? What’s she saying?”

“That she has not seen her flow.”

“What? Oh Jesus, please! OK I’m coming.”

At the hospital, they were seated, waiting in the doctor’s office for the test result. Doctor Malcolm came out with the result.

“I’m so sorry, the result came out positive. She is pregnant.”

“How come?” Reverend Johnson asked. “I thought you did something to prevent this?”

“Yes I did. I don’t know how this happened.”

“Ha!!!!! Disaster. This is not good at all! This will destroy the image and reputation of my church.”

Pastor Mrs. Grace Johnson could not hold back her tears. “God, what is this? What is this? How can this be said? How can I face God’s congregation with this shame? Who would believe she was raped?”

Benita kept looking at the test result. She burst into uncontrollable tears. She could not utter a word. All she did was cry, cry, and cry.

That night, a family meeting was called. Richard started blabbing.

“What? Preg what? For an armed robber? No, she can’t keep it. She has to terminate that pregnancy.”

“Hmmm, that is the only option left for us,” Reverend replied. “But…”

“There is no but here, dad. Our family’s name, church, reputation, respect, and recognition are at stake here. Benita can’t keep that pregnancy, much more from an armed robber.”

“Hmmm, God, Jesus, holy ghost. What is this?” cried Pastor Mrs. Johnson. “You know what? We should fast, pray, and ask God to take away this shame by himself. Abortion is a terrible sin. We can’t soil our hands with innocent blood.”

“Hmmm,” sighed Reverend Johnson. “Honey, I think you are right. The fasting starts tomorrow.”

“Mum, dad, can you please be reasonable? Who says prayers can terminate pregnancy? The more we waste time, the more it forms. Now it’s just blood. I am not fasting and praying for anything. Benita, go and abort that thing. Good night!” Richard said and went up to his room.

“Benita,” her mum called out. “You’re not saying anything?”

“Mum, in times like this, I am being very careful of what I say to avoid offending God. This is a serious trying time for me, but whatever the case, I won’t give up on God and won’t soil my hands too. I will not shed innocent blood. I will not abort.”

Richard heard her and came down again.

“What? What did you say?” Richard replied, “Then get ready to face the shame alone because you stay here.”

“Richard, will you keep quiet and show some pity for your younger sister?” Pastor Mrs. Johnson scolded.

“Let her show us pity too and save us this show of shame she wants to put us through.”

“Richard enough; you are sounding harsh and disrespectful even in my presence. Have you lost your sense of respect?” Reverend scolded.

“I’m sorry, dad, but be rest assured that Benita’s pregnancy will be more than disrespectful and harsh.” He went up to his room.

Benita went into her room, shut the door and broke into tears. As she sang, she worshipped.

“Jesus, you are so good to me. Jesus, you are so good to me. Jesus, you are so good to me. In all circumstances, You are so good to me. Dependable, dependable God; it doesn’t matter what comes my way, You are still God. Intentional, intentional God. Everything is working out for my good. You are good. You are good. Jesus, you are good…”

She was worshipping and giving thanks when that she devil, Minister Zina came again.

“How has the mighty fallen? Hahahahahaha, our warrior is pregnant and not married and oh, she was raped and she couldn’t fight? Hahahahahaha. What a shame. Has your God not failed you? Say yes to me Benita and in two seconds, I will flush the foetus and you will be free again.”

“You are a loser ZINA. This shame is for my double honour.”

(Story copied from another source).

To be continued in part ten…