A SPONTANEOUS ABORTION- AN UNANSWERED CALL

Life comes at you fast; little are you prepared for its tides and seasons, and so was Bellany. Tall and beautiful, graced by youth and virtue, she was a sight to behold—a walking monument of perfect imperfections. Given to music and reading, she spent the better parts of her days enthralled in her hobbies. Her insatiable desire only grew after every page was consumed. Who could blame her? Sometimes it's easier to live through others. Robin A. Sharma once said, "Our minds are shaped by the books we read. Our characters by the people we meet. Our spirits by the love we give." These words will be seen to make and mar Bellany.

On the eve of a cold winter night, Bellany returned from one of her many library expectations. She found her peace in the comfort of white sheets of various sizes. The reality for her was oftentimes disappointing. Living in her imagination was more fulfilling; creating this fantasy was years of reading in the making; each page served as a brick with which she built.

 Each passing social season came with numerous suitors—some with genuine intentions, others seeking affirmation of this highly exalted beauty. Need not worry; the only charms she sought, no man could provide until the one.

He was physically different; short and rotund, large pores and wrinkled skin, unattractive to man, woman and beast.

 Though all these seemed to matter to most, Bellany searched for something temporary, a clue for appreciating art and beauty. He, Jethro, a simple sculptor, how could he not know about art. He lived for it. And so Bellany took delight in their conversation; how could she not? He was different to all she had encountered.

The pressures for marriage were endless; Bellany felt obliged to this "social duty". The challenge for her was selecting from a list of several possibilities but one potential. A potential man would laugh at Jethro. The choice seemed easy, and so she chose the sculptor with whom she had several beautiful conversations. When her will was made known to mama, it was met with neither rebuke nor chaste but rather resounding laughter. It was as though a bad joke had been told; the laughter soon turned into crying and wailing. Mama felt betrayed for her crown jewel had chosen to make her a " social clown".

Bellany was torn, the Constitution that is marriage seemed so simple in ink, but the realities of Mama's wishes presented a challenge she had no clue about. As she handled any challenge, she read more books looking for perspective. As she read, she remained increasingly conflicted.

 Finally, after further emotional blackmail from Mama, Bellany decided to marry as she was instructed. 

Dreams aborted, Bellany began to hate everything; she had found reality cruel and the comfort of her imagination nearly insufficient. She had such high expectations of life; nothing could measure up. Nostalgia was the feeling

If only she answered her call.

Name : Nwozo Chioma Ngozichukwuka

Code No.: OS/21B/0050

 Course: Psychology

 Institution: University of Ibadan

 State of Origin: Anambra