They also own a race club where they train people. In the last racing competition, I participated.
My father released many of us for the race. It was a 200m race.
Before the race, I'd trained a long time for it. I believed I would come first one day. I had dreamed of becoming the fastest racer.
So to fulfill my dream, I enrolled in Usain bolts online training so I could come first. I watched his videos, and followed him on Twitter for running tips.
My dad thought it was a joke when I told him I would come first if I participate in the race.
He had wanted me to become a doctor, and not a racer. Dad and mum hated me for the field I chose.
He registered me for the race just to disgrace me and prove I had no calling in race.
My mother didn't object, she supported him. They wanted me to fail in the competition.
On the day of the competition, my dad was the person who shouted, "on your marks, get set, move."
My mother, together with two other ladies, were at the end line to receive the first, second and third positions.
Their conviction was that I would fail, so they enjoyed themselves without worrying about me.
My parents didn't know I've been trained by Usain bolt. They thought it was a joke.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me.
I ran faster than the others.
I failed in the previous races because each time I was about coming first, my mother would put a hurdle so difficult to jump, but this time, no way. I swore it's either I come first or nothing.
In the end, I came first. My parents couldn't believe it. In fact, it was my mother who held me as the first.
They never loved me. They hated me.
They were surprised I came first, but they had no choice. So I was awarded a gift.
I was happy having received the gift. I had desired for this gift a long time, and now I have it. But then, my parents were not happy.
They thought I would lose the gift on my own, but no I didn't. After 30 days, my gift was intact. They didn't want me to show the world the gift I've received.
They thought of what to do.
they decided to take the gift away by force. So, they thought of murder.
They decided to kill me silently so nobody will notice it. So, they took me to an unknown hospital, and drugged me.
My mother personally drugged me. I died silently without enjoying the gift of life awarded to me.
The drug turned me to a liquid so thick and red in color, and I passed through my mum's....
My beloved mum aborted me. In her words, "baby it's not yet time to come out."
I replied, "since you knew it was not time, why did you support dad to allow me participate in the race(sperm race)?"
I died without seeing the world.
They deprived me the right to live.
This is the cry of an aborted child.
Avoid abortion.
Say no to abortion.
#fiction
©Uchenna Emmanuel
My pen my thoughts
If you're not ready for the child, do not release her for the race.
Girls, do not support the guys if you're not ready to carry a baby.
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