In the dawn of the
afternoon, I mean approximately 1:00 pm when the sun was scorching, I was
astonished when I saw a middle age nutty woman with pregnancy. My heart was
filled with interrogative thoughts.
She pulled out from a lane to the major
road and stood like any other normal person. I observed. She was more careful
and road safety conscious than normal people 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 my momentary obligation; her appearance informed me, I need no seer to tell me that water have not
touch her body for the past three months. With her tinning legs that managed to
carry her standing with her weak hands relaxed loosely on her tummy: thus the
innate characteristic 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
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 witnessed – 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 care for. But here in my own country she is a known destitute
in spite of a brand new baby in her womb: she is on her own – who send.
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