Speechless then & speechless now..

Yesterday was a bit odd..
Every couple of minutes..
The rain and sunshine kept interchanging..
And every couple of minutes..
My usually-calm-mind went into overdrive..

My emotional sided brain was mulling over..
What post to should go up next..
There's the sequel to my last post, ‘When celibacy calls’, titled, 'So Google wrote me'
There's the sequel to Paige's story, ‘Nipples & Nibbles’, tentatively titled 'Me, you & who??'
There's my take on a little excerpt from Ms. Shona's manuscript, that I titled, 'Death was her addiction'.
There's the sequel to Emem's story ‘Every girl’s got a secret’, tentatively titled 'Sex Weed, Everybody Nose'
Then there are a couple of in-the-pipeline posts..
'Roc, Rape & Retribution', as well as, 'Arranged marriage needed! ASAP!'

However, my rationale sided brain was also telling me to..
Finish sorting out the designs for Rocnaija Apparel & get that site up and running..
Read the small print on book publishing that my friend thoughtfully sent across..
And start working on that collection of short erotic exotic stories, that might one day evolve into a book..
GidiBlogs..
Plus, I hadn't even touched my 'Spoken Visuals' concept, inspired by the spoken word..
Coupled with my day job.. And my usual random thought process..

Yesterday was a bit odd..

Somewhere in between though.. I had a call from Zainab..

Might go more in-depth about her someday..
But basically, I've known her for about seven years..
She's been through some harsh & dire situations..
I was one of the few people she knew she could count on asides from her family.
After loads of different stuff.. She finally moved to the UK.
In a better zone, mentally & financially, but going on 37 with no man was hard...
Anyways, she finally met someone..
They been married a year plus some..
They’re both not young.. and they were trying hard for a baby..
But no luck.. So it meant more drama from his family..
Then some months back.. she called.. she was ecstatic.. she was pregnant..
After all the prayers.. the drugs.. the day-counting.. the hospital check-up's.. the tears..
I was so glad for her, I was speechless.. didn’t know what to say..

Yesterday, we spoke again..

Zee: Hi, Roc..
Roc: Hey! What’s up?
Zee: I’m in the hospital..
Roc: Really??? Why?? What’s wrong? What’re you doing there?
Zee: Noticed some blood, two days ago.. The doctors did some checks.. and they said my womb had opened..
Roc: WHAT?! How? Why?
Zee: They did a surgical procedure to tighten it.. and they said to go home and just monitor it and call if anything happens..
Roc: Oh.. So what happened..?
Zee: My water broke yesterday.. and I’ve been having contractions..
Roc: How far gone are you?
Zee: Twenty three weeks and two days, today. The doctors said the baby or myself might catch an infection with the water breaking.. But the chances of the baby's survival are next to nothing.
Roc: Nooooo... How old does the baby have to be?
Zee: At least 24 weeks, to at least have a slim chance of surviving.. I’m a week short..
Roc: Oh no.. How about your hubby? Have you told your mom?
Zee: He’s here.. Yeah, I've told her.. She's praying..
Roc: I’m speechless Zee… We can only pray.. That’s all we can do.. Pray.
Zee: I know.. I’ve cried so much over the last few days.. but me crying isn’t helping matters or changing anything..
Roc: What hospital are you in?
Zee: St. Mary’s..
Roc: Okay.. I’m driving now.. I’ll call you back when I get home..
Zee: Alright Roc, talk to you later..
Roc: Yeah.. Bye..
Zee: Bye..