A New Day

Disclaimer: please note that this is a work of fiction and any names that may or may not sound familiar have not been adapted from real live people. Please note that the events in this story were not inspired by any experiences that friends may or may not have gone through. Therefore whatever you read here the Author will not be held responsible for your fucked up brain and assumptions.... Ps. stop smokin' that weed fool

Olwethu walked into the doctors office nervous as hell, she wondered what would happen is she got the wrong result… she shunned the thought and walk straight through. She was an hour early and decided to check out some of the magazines filled with grossly vain celebrities, she read about their lives and their babies and all the hallabaloo.

Olwethu had put off visiting DR Ambromavichi for at least two months now, she was sure there was nothing really wrong with her, after all she was stressed out and she had a hormonal imbalance, her problems could be explained from that. She kept herself busy, but her heart was rather restless, she kept shrugging off the feeling of anxiety and played around with her mobile phone. She looked at the ladies at the counter and realized that besides her they were the only black people at the doctor’s rooms. She checked the clock and time seemed to be slowing down and in the distance she could hear a baby screaming. She picked up another magazine and dozed off on the chair.

She woke up to DR Abromavichi tapping her shoulder. “Miss Themba, Miss Themba - come with me.” Said the doctor. Olwethu rubbed her eyes and walked into the doctor’s office, she looked around and the office looked like the same old stuffy room with pics of bones and body parts. She sat down, put her bag on the chair beside her and began to explain her symptoms to the doctor. As she spoke DR Abromavichi scribbled on a piece of paper. Olwethu explained that she had a hormonal imbalance and because of that in her opinion is why her periods had been missing for the past three months. She also informed her doctor that she had noticed some spotting for the past couple of months. Dr Ambromavichi just nodded and motioned for her to lye on the examination bed, the doctor felt around looked worried and asked if Olwethu was seeing anyone. “No not since three months ago.” Answered Olwethu “Should I be worried?” “No, no, we just need to take a pee test.”

Olwethu got dressed and walked towards the bathroom, to pee in the cup… still a part of her told her to worry and she decided that worrying might not be worth it, I mean she had not done anything that needed her to worry right…

She walked into the doctors office with her pee cup and as soon as DR Abromavichi looked at the cup she commented that the urine had blood in it which was a sure sign of infection, the moment she heard the word infection she though of her recent ex Shadrack and then brushed it off. DR Abromavichi, took out a pregnancy test stick and placed in the urine. Se walked back to her desk and scribbled a prescription for Olwethu. Olwethu was in more than a hurry to rush out of that office and get rid of whatever infection and move on with her life. As if DR Abromavich could read her mind she said: “Wait just a second we need to find out what the test says.” Olwethu’s heart skipped at least five beats, she stood waiting for the result and ready to run. Dr Abromavichi turned red in the face, as if she knew what impact the results would have on Olwethu’s life. “The test is positive Miss Themba, you are pregnant.” Olwethu fell back into her seat, and she began to vomit.

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Olwethu met Shadrack through her mentor, she had been working for an estate agency owned by a Jewish woman named Violet and quiet frankly Violet was sick and tired of Olwethu’s ever single state. Violet kept nagging Olwethu that she knew this nice young black man who works at a call centre where her daughter is the manager and she thinks that him and Olwethu would get along very well. Olwethu was also quiet lonely and tired of her own nagging, so she agreed to meet the young man.

Olwethu met Shadrack and in her opinion he was ok to pass time with. The friendship grew from sms’s every now and again to phone calls every day, she began to fall under his spell, he played everything down, to her Shadrack was the guy she really wanted to help. He told her he had never had the best life and he was grounded and down to earth. Slowly she began to open up to him. He seemed shy and reserved, she believed that beneath all that mystery there was probably a young boy who had been abused… she wanted to help him… she made the mistake of taking a project home. She had told herself that she would change his life once and for all.

There was something about Shadrack, he was good looking and a relatively good height, but oddly there was something that she felt like she could not trust although it felt like he was pouring his heart out to her, her heart was never at rest, but still she decided that things will sort themselves out and she swore that God would not put her there if he didn’t want her there.

The first night they spent together, she had cooked dinner, dished out her best wine and wore the dress she had been saving for that special occasion. He came by looking casual and unphased, an air of sexy arrogance around him and as late as a slug. She welcomed him into her not so humble home, decorated in collectors art and bhudda statues her walls were draped in photographs by amazing photographers and her tables held down by the best authors know to man. The surprise in Shadracks face told a story of a man expecting much less, from a woman who zips around town in an Uno and whose idea of getting her hair done is getting a shave. He immediately made himself at home.

As the night carried on and the wine bottles emptied their inhibitions began to run wild, the lights began to blur and the conversation more amusing. It seemed clothes were too heavy and their hearts begged that caution be tossed to directionless winds. They felt each others lips interlocked in a tender wrestle at an attempt to satisfy their deep seated desires and hopefully heal the loneliness that tortured Olwethu. He touched her bare breasts and her spine felt chills from top to bottom, she could feel him breathing hard. She turned around because she wanted to feel him behind her. He blindfolded her and kissed every part of her body gently. Her desire grew, she felt as though if she moved she would shatter into a million little pieces… in her blind state she moved closer to him, then she felt the man that he was, hard and strong standing like a warrior. She wanted to touch it, taste it. Then as she extended her hand to touch, Shadrack jumped, pushed her away. “Please don’t touch it.” He said. She stood there dumbfounded and confused. As she was about to speak their lips met once again, her knees boggled. She let him lay her on the bed gently, he reached for the light switch and there in there dark of night, their desires were met with a passionate in and out and as if awoken from a dream Olwethu realized that the had given into the depths of passion and she never asked the question on protection. She lay there and watched him huff and puff as the interest left her and a turning in her stomach became stronger. And as it would be according to Shadarck, she pushed him away in anger. Confused he stood up, she switched on the lights and as she had feared, they had let passion take over reasoning. Panick! Olwethu panicked, Shadrack was not phased. He told her he wanted a child, she resented him for his statement.

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Olwethu sat in her Uno, holding her cellphone and panicking, she wanted to cry, drive her car into the wall, just hurt herself in general. “But how?” She thought. I took the emergency pill and to top it off we used protection after that night. She rang the Marie Stopes family planning clinic, then dropped the phone. She deliberated for a minute. The tears were not coming.

She decided to drive there, she got to the clinic still hazy from shock, filled in a form and then was taken to a room. She lay on an examination bed and they lifted up her dress, spread a cold gel on her lower tummy… the nurse looked at her and said “Come back tomorrow, the doctor will be here tomorrow. She went to the mall so she could find a pharmacy and get her prescription filled. On her way there she ran into Rizla an old Varsity friend chilling at a restaurant having a midday drink, she decided to join him and one midday drink turned into a drunken afternoon, still she did not believe what was happening to her body.

She went home, a mess of drunkenness, difficulty, driving, walking, difficulty being alive, she flopped on her couch… dying to turn back time, longing to fast forward time. There was a guilty pressure, a sense of loss… again she looked through her phone stared and Shadracks number and deleted it.

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Shadrack refused to meet Olwethus friends and family… he claimed that they would judge him. This worried Olwethu and her two sisters Niza and Liza, the twins. They felt that he was either no good or up to something. Little did they know that they would find Shadrack raising the roof in gays clubs all over the city.

Shadrack actually never spoke about anything except for how much he hated this or that celebrity, he watched too much TV and used the wrong words in sentences. His greatest attempt at writing anything was writing smut on a gossip column and the more Olwethu got to know him she realized what a sad and sick person he was. In fact she resented him, the more she saw him the more she wanted him dead. She could not stand his ignorance, laziness and plain out stupidity. She started to feel like she was living with a malfunctioning robot. To her Shadrack became more despicable every time she looked at him and when she left him he proved how despicable he was and how much mud he could actually flick at her. The thought of him sent her to toilet and she would vomit till she choked from lack of air. Every bit of her hated him.

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Olwethu got to the clinic the next day, she was 30 minutes early… she sat and waited, her heart beating so hard she thought her chest would swell from the impact. The nurses arrived, opened the doors and offered her coffee, she was too shaken to drink anything. One of the nurses took her into a room and took her blood samples whilst having a light conversation.

After they established that all her bloods were normal and the blood pressure was just right, the nurse handed her three pills and said, put these under your tongue and just relax. Olwethu was led to another room that was filled with beds and blankets and magazines and all sorts of pretty things. The nurse handed her a sanitary towel and said u will need this. “Will it be painful?” asked Olwethu. The Nurse laughed.

Olwethu sat around and waited, fifteen minutes after she was in there a woman that looked like life had handed her one hell of a beating and lay in the bed next to her, she went straight to sleep. Olwethu carried on reading, then another girl entered, she had such light skin she looked like she had been bleached, then after that a gothic looking chick entered and they all just covered themselves in blankets and said nothing.

After the waiting Olwethu felt a deep urge to go to the ladies and as everything had been timed her body released whatever it could from every end. When her body was done relieving itself she felt a paralyzing excruciating pain, her heart beat faster than usual. The pain was in her womb like period pains that render you speechless, she screamed from the pain as she sat on the toilet seat. The nurses ignored her. She crawled back to her room, the pain just would not subside. She tried to walk back to the bathroom and as she struggled her way there, lumps of blood dropped from her and her legs were lined with red streaks… at that moment she was most certain that she will find Shadrack and murder him if she ever lived through this pain.

When the pain felt a little easier she collected paper towels and cleaned all the blood that had dripped everywhere. She was shocked that anyone could bleed that much.

As she climbed back on her bed the other women were starting to wince too. The older on who looked like life had gotten the best of her was complaining that she had gone to government hospital and received better treatment than she was getting there.

The other women winced and complained. A nurse walked in put a wheel chair in front of Olwethu and told her to climb on, she was wheeled into a white room with lights. The doctor smiled at her, injected her and then she woke up screaming for help, back in the bed where she had been taken.