The screams of the clash between rain and rooftop can be heard thousands of miles away. Mourning sits back, staring at the balcony glass door, her sight blurred by the heedless tear flow.
she just learned she’s pregnant, and her mind is filled with visions of rejection by her family, and the pain crushes her. as the the replay goes on, the pictures flashing in her mind over and over again.
‘I’m pregnant.’ she whispers in a hoarse voice, speaking to no one but the walls.
The doctor had assumed she was married and given her the news, beaming ‘Congratulations Mrs Muwonge, you will be a mother.”
and as the doctor reached out his hand to her across the table with a huge smile, he saw her shattered look and folded it instead, concern replacing his bright features.