
"Everything happened so fast that day. I can't remember clearly the events of that fateful day...one moment, my sisters and I were singing as when walked the streets of Octshe while returning from church. I was going home with my two elder sisters and I was the last child... happy, care free, laughing and unaware of the wickedness of men. I also remember that my mom told us not to follow the zebra post road and to just walk straight home following the Octshe road. We obeyed and walked the streets laughing and singing the church hymns..."
Honestly, I don't see the need for this therapy but Richard will not have it on this case. I don't want to return to that state. I just need to find my children and be united with all fourteen of them. I don't need this therapy! The police couldn't help me.
How can a beautiful looking white lady with eye glasses help me get over my pain ,my trauma. Nobody can help me.
Therapist :" Take your time, Ashley! We can continue this conversation when you're ready alright?"
I hate her voice. It's so soft-calming- perfect like my mother. I wonder how she is. I couldn't return back as broken as I am. I know she'll be very worried and prayerful too. Hoping on God's miracle like she'd say. Oh! Mama! I can't let her see that God has failed her last baby, that God has hurt her miracle baby. She told me how I was a miracle baby. Apparently, after the birth of my elder sister, Zoe, she had complications that had her womb removed.
I doubt that story more as I aged. I am not a miracle child. There's no way a woman can conceive without a womb. I am a mother of fourteen now so I know well. My mother lied to me. She lied to herself and God too. There's nothing like miracle and God not when I became a brooder..
.A soft knock came at the door and Richard came in looking worried. I hate the pity looks he gives me. They make me hate myself more and more.
Richard: hi
Me: hi
Richard: Are you okay? ( He cups my face and cleans my tears)
Me: i don't know...I... just want to go home...please.
Richard: okay. Let's go
ONE YEAR AGO...
***RICHARD***
I think I have baby fever. I have just returned from Jordans McAfee baby welcoming party. He's my closest friend and right hand man in the underworld. This is actually his third child welcoming party in five years of marriage. Jordans McAfee was happy with only one child, his first child, JJ but his wife, Amia wanted a daughter and so they tried again and again. Now they have three boys and I bet Amia is not done yet but I know Jordans is.
At thirty-five, almost all my friends, colleagues and mates have a child or children yet the almighty Richard carfer, DEATH, himself has no heir .
(Phone rings)"
Richard carfer"
Matt: Death, C'est moi, Matt."
What's your findings?"
Matt: The dark web is legit boss. The procedures are also simple and worthwhile. You just have to deliver your sperm. Pay the deposit and in nine months or so, your baby will be delivered."
"And you're sure the web won't disappoint? You know I hate stories. I'd really f**k them up if they try to underestimate me"
Matt: Death, no stories. I'll send you a list of brooders to select the one you like or feel is capable of sharing DNA with your sperm."
Brooders? That's their term?"
Matt: Qui.
"I'd like an African broader and a smart one too."
Matt: you can even see that in person after your selection.
" Okay Matt"
Matt: aurevoir Death
( Call ends)

