Four years without children is easier than what I saw in the labour ward that day
I was asleep one dawn when my wife woke me up. I struggled to open my eyes because all night she had been on me. We had a first round around 9 p.m. Around 12am she woke me up for a second round. When I felt the tap on my skin, I didn’t want to mind her, thinking she was coming for a third round. She kept tapping me until I said, “Please let me sleep small, I will go to work in the morning.”
She said, “It’s been four years.”
I thought she was saying it’s been four years since we had shuperu so I quickly dashed out of my sleep and asked, “Four what years? Are you ok?” She said slowly, “It’s been four years since we got married.”
Her voice was sombre, the kind of voice you use to tell a sad story. “Yeah, I know. And what’s wrong with that?” I knew where the conversation was leading but I wanted to be sure. We’ve had four blissful years of marriage. The only thing that was making us feel incomplete was the absence of a child.
Her next question was, “Are we cursed or the doctors are not telling us the truth?”
A week after that conversation I found myself in a hospital where I was asked to check the quality of my sperm. I was given a small container and shown a room to the left. The lady said, “Put whatever you get into this container and bring it to me.” I went into the room and started doing my thing. I needed concentration to be able to pull it off but my….Read Full Story Here…….
