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The unborn Part 2



Half way the journey the bus is full and since we are Kenyans the bus has to Carry excess passages (make me understand how you would get into a full bus and still be conformable to journey on)

I brush off that argument and jump online check out what the world is up to.

Suddenly the driver decides to blast loud music into our tiny fragile earlobes. Its a miracle I can still hear.(or can someone shout  my name, I may need a new set of ears)

Scrolling down on twitter(there is this hashtag #savetheboychild that blowing the internet) and get a good laugh which lights my mood again.

'Ghafla bin voo',(Swahili saying) there is this shadow that clears the sunrays from my face. Am kinda happy but curious on how good the deal it  is. Looking up lord dear lord what did I do to you to deserve this? I went to church last Sunday , gave my offering, what else do you need?

There is this lady whose height I can't tell by the big massive tummy. Is she sick or pregnant? Its so big it has out grown her cloths.

Am not against pregnant people but this is one of the rare cases. The belly is dark (remember I can't see her face), but I can literally see the veins that supply blood to the child. Its big a three  year old kid can fit in there. Is she 13 months pregnant? Are there triplets in there?
The bus hits a pothole, and finally me and the unborn finally meet. Trust me this baby is fully grown coz am the injured one.(I calmly tell the lady 'pole' as I hold her belly believe me or not the unborn did not move or cry or shake a muscle the kid was just chilling.

How can it be so strong in there? These are the kids who become bullies when they grow up. Or is it listening to this loud music and wondering where the hell is this place or is it asleep?

How does it communicate with the host? If its a boy does it have to stand up to pee? Does it get angry and pinch or get out in protest. When nine months are over and it does not want to come out ,does it close the door or  holds to the hosts skin or kidney and resist?

As all this questions bang my head the carrier is quite comfortable supporting herself by the steel rods above.

We were having the baby discussion with my wife the other day and am beginning to have second thoughts. I mean who wanna do that to someone's daughter?
(Phone rings..) The hell? I told u people this woman is up to no good. Let me hear what she is up to...........

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