Parents

I'm going to be honest with you  I've been trying to continue with my story since the last post but every time I start, I just can't seem to continue so today I have decide to push through those thoughts and continue. I apologize for the delay.

A few months after that church incident,  the semester was coming to an end and the day I was dreading was fast approaching . I remember before the break we were seated under a tree we loved outside our class and Fashia a Friend made a comment.... 

"I hope when we go home you guys won't be careless and get pregnant" to date I still think she knew she just didn't want to ask me. 

 I went home in may for the holidays and I had made up my mind that unless my folks asked me I was not going to divulge any information.

I use to wear oversize clothes all the time. Funny and embarrassing part..... 

(Now since I never wanted my folks to ever find out,  I had placed a bed pan(read Kasuku tin)  in my bedroom to avoid people finding out that I pee what felt like 200 times in a night.) 

Some days after I got home, while watching TV at night my mum came to where I was and  sat. She did not even bother to beat around the Bush.. 

     "Karimi, are you expectant" ( because this people from kitambo can't just say pregnant) 

My heart sank to my stomach. I said nothing.
 
 "How many months?"
  " six"
"Does the Father know? "
   " Yes"
  " Why did you not say a thing? What was your plan? "
I went mute
All she said was, 

"Your Father will talk to you tomorrow "
I immediately felt the room shrink.

My parents normally come home from work at around 7:00pm. I made sure that food was ready by 5:00pm and the house was clean. I then sat in my bedroom until they came home.

I came out of the bedroom when I heard my name being called out. When I got to the Sitting room, my eyes meet my father's and I could read disappointment written all over His face.

"Karimi, how could you do this? Have I not raised you well?" (with my dad I learnt ever since I was a child that you never interrupted Him when He talked unless He asked you a question so this whole time I just sat quietly.) 

"Who is the Father?"

I just said that he lived in Nairobi. This was a lie, the guy was  from the neighborhood. 

Then  He said: "Your mother will take you for clinic on monday" those were his last words and I was dismissed. 

The next few days were very quiet in the Nkubitu household. I was taken to the clinic on Monday and all the tests were done. When they were testing for HIV my mom and the Matron were giving me a lecture but all I could think about was my status. When the results were out all I could do was thank God. 

I was given the next clinic for 15th of July but Alvin came on the 9th a month early. 

We stayed in Hospital for 15 days then came home. 

Now when I think about everything I can see how God was in every detail. I had never gone for any clinic for seven Months but God took care of my son in the womb.

I thank God so much that my boy is healthy.