09/20/2025
**_Story**
THE WOMB RUNS DRY (scene 1)
I was selling my eggs in school for 200k.
At least I wasn’t sleeping with any man or waiting for any man to send me money.
It was my eggs in my ovaries, my property, that I sold monthly.
I was really cashing out, no capping.
Most of my roommates who always admired my dressing and how good I looked kept pressing me to show them the way. And of course, I introduced them to what I was doing.
Who no like better thing, kwanu?
So every month we would march down to the hospital, and have our eggs scooped out from our v@ginas. They joined me and became ballers.
The happiness in life is to rise by lifting others, and I was glad I was doing the same. I told myself I was teaching women how to rise above financial crisis.
But not long after I finished my university day—note, I started selling my eggs since my 100 level days, but in my 500 level, something happened.
One evening, me and my roommates went to an exotic restaurant. As we were eating, my eyes caught a woman carrying a baby. The shock nearly threw me off balance. The child looked exactly like me.
“Babe, see that baby,” I whispered, tugging my roommate’s hand.
She turned, looked carefully, and even gasped. “Omo, this baby resemble you no be small.”
I felt my stomach turn. “How e go be? Abi…?”
She quickly cut me off, laughing to calm my nerves. “Forget that thing abeg. People dey resemble themselves for this life. Don’t think it too much.”
I brushed it aside. At least I wanted to believe her.
Few years down the line, I was out of school and married to a medical doctor, a fine young man who just established his hospital in town. Life was looking sweet until reality set in.
We had been married for over five years. No child.
