It was 6am,a cold painful morning. My phone rang, while I was upside down on my bed. My legs were on the wall as I was screaming life outta my body... I was expecting a call but I couldn't find strength to pick up the phone beside me. I just couldn't change my position, this was the best position I assumed of over a hundred positions, this morning. I changed positions each minute as those hands clutched my lower abdomen.
My roommate wasn't in the room and I was choking with tears, so calling her won't help.
She came into the room after some minutes, my phone was still ringing. "He wouldn't stop calling" I thought to myself. He already saw my distress message. He was the type everyone would dream of. She picked up the call immediately she entered.
"Hello, Nifemie. It is Favvy."
I wasn't sure I heard the entire convo since my pains carried me...