Abortion! I’d almost forgotten that such a word exists until last Thursday. The gist was that a former neighbour’s teenage daughter died last week due to complications from an illegal abortion. No sooner had I walked into my regular salon in the area, did my hair dresser, wearing a forlorn face ask if I had stopped at Mummy Seni’s house. I said no and asked why. “Did something happen to her?
“So you have not heard. Jumoke, Mummy Seni’s daughter is dead oh!!
“Dead ke, what happened”?
“That’s how we saw it oh! They said she had food poisoning”.
“Food poisoning bawo! Mummy Seni couldn’t have been that careless now, abi someone poisoned her ni?
“Ohh oh! You say so too. That was what many of us also said oh! In short, people are saying it is a lie. That it was something else that happened to her”.
“Ehn ehn! Like what”? I was now very eager for the gist which I knew was coming.
“You know mummy Labake now”.
I frowned, racking my brain to figure…
Source: Vanguard Newspaper
