Confusion

Two red lines. My brain froze. It can't be. How could this happen? I sat on the toilet seat looking at the strip before me and my brain hadn't finished registering the fact that I could be pregnant even though my parents still thought I was a virgin before it started thinking of who exactly the father of the baby was.

Goddy and I had been dating for two years already. He was the most amazing man I'd ever been with. Handsome, rich, hardworking. He had the perfect smile and his eyes creased so beautifully when he smiled. He loved me and he showed me in the most amazing ways. Before I met Goddy, I had had my fair share of heartbreaks. Those who cheated and lied, those who exploited me and scammed me. But being with Goddy healed me and made me believe in love again. We were a power couple. Known all around Bamenda. Our careers were going well and we were never afraid to display our affection for each other publicly.

Last month, Goddy received some work in Egypt and he suggested I go with him and be on a little vacation. I was elated. I had never been out of Cameroon before. We packed and left for Egypt. We lodged at a hotel in Cairo and were to be there for 10days. It was pure bliss. Goddy hadn't proposed yet, but we were happy. We would make love all night, cuddle, talk about our future and repeat. When he left for work in the morning, I'll be sleeping in throughout the day. After all, he kept me awake the whole night making my body squirm in pleasure.

On the 7th day of our stay in Egypt, he went to a neighbouring town to install the software he had been working on in another company and was to be back the next day. I slept in till about 5pm, took a bath and threw on a flowing gown and went down to the reception to take a drink. I ordered for fruit juice and sat at the bar. That's when I met Abdul. Tall, tanned, and sophisticated. He wore a classy suit and he smelled of wood. He was Egyptian but spoke English though he rolled his "Rs" a little too strongly. He appeared to be well traveled. He came over to the seat opposite mine and we started talking. He told me about the countries he visited, how much he loved Egypt and wouldn't live in any other country for long. He made me laugh and that's when I started thinking. A one night stand isn't so bad after all is it? Let me just experiment. It's just going to be one time and I'll never see him again.

Here I am, a few weeks later, pregnant for possibly stranger. How am I going to tell Goddy? I don't even know Abdul's last name. How am I going to locate the father of my baby in a strange land?

I don't even know if this baby is going to be born