THE COLOUR BLUE

THE LITTLE GIRL IN THE PHOTO.

Tiffany's POV

It has been a very disappointing trip to the doctor who insists that I cannot get pregnant after every treatment they have done on me. I feel as if I am a lab rat to them. The only thing that is missing in my marriage is a child. Whether a boy or a girl, I am not choosy at this point. Just another human being that sees me and calls me mummy, that s my greatest wish. I know that I had like three chances to have a human being like that but because of the peer pressure; I aborted my three children just because my then boyfriend had claimed that we were too young to be parents. My friends had warned me of the consequences, but I remember counting for her the girls that I knew had done the same abortion but were parents.

The boyfriend left me immediately we finished high school. I went to the university, graduated with honors and while on my trips abroad, I met Thomas, my now husband. I was afraid to tell him all my mistakes of my youth but when I opened up, he understood me and told me that the first step was to forgive myself. I thought that I needed only that. We married and it has been five years we have been married. Thomas is okay with us not having any children. According to him, our marriage is complete just the way it is. The problem is my mother-in-law who insist that she wants to carry her grandchildren before she dies. Thomas is an only child and that is why I am under all this pressure.

We have tried everything, from the traditional doctors, international doctors and even the local ones but nothing seems to be working. I am getting frustrated because another problem at hand is that Thomas is a big mama's boy so he cannot go against the woman's wishes. The father died a long time ago and it has always been the two of them. Sometimes I feel as if I came to be an intruder in their perfect lives.

Anyway, after the meeting, my husband decided that we needed a change of scenery being that all this was taking a toll on me. He decided that we take a trip to the Kenyan coast, Diani Beach being that it is among the best beach in the world. He said that being that the coming will be busy; we could just go and relax away from my mother-in-law's preying eyes and nagging. This did not sit well with her and she even insinuated that it was my idea and it was a waste of money. The funny things that both my husband and I have very good jobs that pay us very well so I can sponsor my own trip to Diani Beach. I am an advocate of the Tanzanian High Court while my husband is a psychiatrist in Italy.

It was this Sunday evening that we had just come to the beach after attending a service in a church near the Hotel we were residing in that I told my husband to make some possess for me while I took photos of him. In one of the photos, I saw this little girl, age around six or seven. The girl was looking our way but she was busy talking to a crab. In this specific picture, she was looking my way while brushing off some hair from her face and looking well, the little girl looked like a female version of my husband.

I was taken aback. I looked at the picture for so long. When I came back to my senses, that is when I heard my husband calling me, claiming that he was tired, the girl had long gone. She was walking away with a woman who looked like a mixed race. Her natural hair was long and she had a very beautiful figure. I just brushed off the idea that my husband might be having a child with another woman out there and weirdly, in Kenya and yet we were from Tanzania.

Thomas's POV

My poor wife Tiffany has been so stressed about this issue of a child and I understand where she is coming from. What is the need of having all the wealth that we have and have nobody to inherit from us when we die. Having a child is a blessing because at least you have some force that make you work hard for everything that you do.

Tiffany believes that all this is a punishment from God for aborting three pregnancies while she was in high school. I am not one to judge because I know the peer pressure of that age. I was also once in this kind of situation and I forced my then girlfriend to abort. I even told my mum and she supported me and even gave me money to give my girlfriend. My mum then organized for me to go to Italy to continue my higher education and that is where I met T iffany.