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Tales by Internet: A Note and a Foetus


Sandra handed Phillip the cash and said "That's all I have". Grudgingly, he took it from her ,counted it and suddenly,frowned."This is just a hundred and fifty" he said. Sandra made for his hands, she wanted to hold them and tell him how difficult it had been for her to raise the sum but he stormed out of the house, banging the door after him.
     This was the sixth time in four months Phillip had come to her for money. He had asked for money for several things ranging from settling a loan, helping a relative and now, taking care of his sick mother who was battling breast cancer. She couldn't understand why Phillip did not want her to see his mother. Of course, he had given the reason that he wanted her to recover first but Sandra sensed a lie.
   
Meeting his mother was the least of her problems now. Due to Phillip's constant request for money, she had run into debt and was having a hard time paying her house rent and buying stock for her shop. She brought out her account book and sighed, she was owing about a million naira and still had to pay her house rent by the end of the week. Suddenly, she remembered, she had not told Phillip about it. About the awesome news she got that day. Carrying her purse quickly, she left for Phillip's apartment to tell him.As she got to the house, she noticed the door was open, something Phillip never did.
  Walking in, she noticed the room was empty still confused, she reached for the window and peeped into the backyard but saw nobody. As she made to leave, the landlady came in and cheerfully she said "my pikin, Phillip say make I give you this paper, Shey you bring the remaining rent come?" Phillip was owing some rent, this she knew but she wondered why he had told the woman she would pay.Going through the note, she realised she had been a victim of fraud and started crying. Confused, the landlady asked what the problem was but Sandra ignored the question. She knew she was doomed. Broke and soon to be homeless, all she had for all the troubles was a note written on a dirty paper and a Foetus inside of her. Yes, she was carrying his child and had not got the opportunity to tell him. Perhaps, if he knew he might have stayed or maybe not.

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