He always craved a boy so badly, a heir to his kingdom which he never had, to say the least,
“Woman! Why can’t you bring me forth a healthy son for Christ’s sake?!”,
Every other evening, their house was a terrible arena,
Drums of war would sound, followed by kicks and sucker punches,
“What a terrible disgrace you are woman! ,You have ruined my repute before my very fellow men… I can’t even show my face in our local drinking dens…”,
Gritting his teeth while packing much more power in his punches,
“Woman, why art thou embarrassing me?!”,
But the poor frail woman scampered for safety in defense for her scrawny frame,
“But my husband, you are the sole determinant of whether a heir or a heiress is born into this house”, she cried in exasperation,
Six girls in a row and inexplicable despondency,
No hope for a family herald, a son, a heir, a father’s greatest pride,
Mama was getting tired of this perennial fracas and untold suffering,
The events of this particular day unfolded and degenerated into a terrible nightmare,
He was a slugger, and so much was he infuriated this day, he packed one solid punch,
And swung it with all might, knocking out her two front teeth in an instant,
She had had enough already, She fled to her brother’s,
But unbeknownst to him, A little oat he had sown earlier was quickly budding in her womb,
She was terribly lost in thought, It was just insurmountable,
Despair engulfed her very essence in gargantuan proportions,
Was it her fault that she could not birth a son to the man she so dearly loved and cherished?,
Was it her crime that her family should be so ‘cursed’ with the gift of heiresses only?,
Fast forward, nine months later, labor pains manifests,
She shuddered, She had received a stern warning prior,
“If you bring forth another girl, forget your place in this home…”,
She was so scared, An evil thought flashed and unrelentlessly pestered her mind ,
Maybe, Maybe if i just get rid of it, all shall be well…,
She hatched a plan, to procure an abortion,
The cocktail of feelings, the fear, anxiety, depression and hopelessness,
This dark evil cloud, cast and lingered upon her, looming like a massive impending storm,
Her hormones were kicking into overdrive, But before her evil plan could materialize, She passed out…,
A few hours later she came to, on a stretcher, in a hospital,
Her first thought, Lord please, let it not be another baby girl,
Then passed out once more, not for long though,
She came around, this time rather conscious and stable of mind,
And her ‘bundle of joy’ handed over to her, the expression on her face was unfathomable,
It was a handsome baby boy, her express ticket back to her husband’s home!
And the legend lives on.
