As I woke up the next morning,I had a lot of decisions to make.One: I’ll have to go and visit Vivian.
Two: I’ll never ask her about the paternity of her baby.
Three: I’ll be the best friend I can be to her.
Finally,I’ll never have to brood over my past experiences. I was moving on.
Around 10am,I was through with all I had to do. I took my bath,dressed up and left for the market. I bought garden eggs,oranges,watermelon,apple and a bathroom slipper(till today,I don’t know why I added it to the list).
I rushed to Vivian’s house like it was my heaven. I got to the door and knocked. I waited for about five minutes before the door was answered…..by Vivian.
I stood there and looked at her. It was like she grew shorter with the pregnancy. Her stomach was round and very balanced. She was tying a wrapper. Her naturally pimpled face looked like it was experiencing more pimple production (the pregnancy of course).
I started crying. Not because of her new found ugliness,or because she was pregnant,or because its being long I saw her. I cried because she looked so healthy and it pained me that I didn’t contribute to that. She joined me and we cried together. I ran into her arms and almost froze when I felt a slight jerk from her stomach. I thought I had hurt her so I looked at her.
With a smile on her face and tears still running down her cheeks,she brushed my shoulder and pulled me in before she locked the door. We walked into the sitting room and I comfortably sat down after placing my bag beside the cushion.
Vivian: How are you?
She sat beside me and checked me out.
Me: Can’t you see I’m fine? How are you joor?
Vivian: I’m good o. You’ve seen your pregnant friend in all her ugliness.
We both laughed at her joke before I shifted the fruit-filled bag to her side.
Me; I don’t know what you will like now so I bought so many fruits. Manage them biko o? I’ll buy more when next I visit.
She looked into the bag and looked back at me.
Vivian: You’ve being stealing from mummy’s shop abi?(she and I had always never differentiated between our mums)
Me: Nooo. She’s not even around self.
I took time to explain to her how I’ve been alone since the vacation started and how I got the fruits using the daily allowances my mum asked me to be taking from the shop.
Vivian; Okay o. Thank you. Just don’t want you to be in trouble because of me. I actually thought your people will ask you to stop seeing me because of my condition because almost all my classmates no longer talk to me.
Me: Ah! My mum hasn’t even said anything but I’m sure she won’t stop me from seeing you. Its not your fault that you’re pregnant nah.
Vivian: it’s my fault o nne. If only Ebuka owned up,I wouldn’t be . . . . .
Me: Wait o! Where’s your mum?
Vivian: She went to the hospital with my dad.
Me: Sorry o. But is he still sick?
Vivian; Nne,his condition is now worse.
We spent the rest of the day talking about our families and gossiping about Raymond and I.
Around 6pm,her parents came back and I had to leave. I promised to visit often and during the good night hug,the kick came again and she told me it was the baby kicking. I laughed and kept rubbing her stomach as she led me to the gate.
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