Thoughts from a pregnant woman

         

     In the dawn of the afternoon, I mean approximately 1:00 pm, the sun was scorching. I was astonished when I saw a middle age nutty woman with pregnancy. My heart was filled with an interrogative thoughts. She pulled out from a lane to the major road and stood like any other normal person. I observed her. She was more careful and road safety conscious than every other normal persons around who were crossing indiscriminately. She waited patiently for the ever busy road traffics to calm down before she strolled across to the other side of the road.

     She knew, probably by instinct, that a heavily pregnant woman doesn’t run anyhow. I took note of that. But while she waited and I watched her; putting aside all my momentary obligations;  her appearance informed me,  I need no seer to give me the inkling that water have not touched her body for the past three years or more. With her tinning legs that managed to carry her standing; with her weaken hands she relaxed loosely on her tummy: thus the characteristics of a heavily pregnant woman. 

      Now, come to think of it, she is mad and she is fittingly pregnant, carrying someone baby or babies in her very fruitful and lively womb; who is responsible? Which clinic did she register, is it under the bridge or uncompleted building? Is there any gynecologist in such places or at the foot of a big tree where she maybe harboring? But I know, my God is there for her.

     One has no right to question God nor the expectant woman, but I have right to my own thinking: the unborn child could becomes the only child of a wealthy man, either by a true biological – a seed dropped with the crazy woman in the shady which only God can witness – or by stealing it from her, or through official abduction from any orphanage home the baby may luckily find itself.

    In a wiser society where government is in place, I mean a country with rulers: such a woman  meeting-up with nature unconsciously would be cared for. But here in my own father's land she is a known destitute, in spite of a brand new baby in her womb: she is on her own – who send. But remember, there is God.