Nerea. That’s the title of a song about an eponymous girl, Nerea, who is being urged by her partner not abort his baby. In the beautiful tune by music maestros Sauti Sol featuring Amos and Josh, the partner argues that perhaps the unborn child might end up changing the course of history like some of the influential legends of our time.
The song has been a great hit among my comrades, and naturally I sought to find out why.
My comrades, especially those of the fairer sex, came out with their guns blazing to criticize Sauti Sol for being insensitive to the plight that they face while pregnant in campus. “All those men touting pro-life slogans should take a chill-pill for they don’t understand what it means to be a woman,” they stated. Their spurious argument was that for as long as men continue being dogs, girls will continue contracting abortion. I must admit I didn’t see the connection between canines and the forceful expulsion of a fetus from the womb.
It is deeply worrying that with my comrades, undergoing abortion has become as frequent as popping into the shower. A friend of mine informs me that abortion clinics do booming business around Kenyan institutions of higher learning, with the procedure going for a standard seven thousand shillings.
I didn’t pretend to understand the complex mosaic of abortion, so I approached my erudite old man for his opinion. In as much as Grandpa Richard dislikes the idea of abortion, he surely does appreciate the legitimate diversity of opinions in this issue. “Many years ago we were also arguing about abortion, and this debate will most likely not end soon,” he notes while admitting that the issue is a veritable hot potato.
I recall recommending to the government a project that I hoped would curb overpopulation by eliminating unplanned pregnancies among my comrades. I proposed that all my comrades should have their reproductive tubes tied only to be re-opened upon production of a marriage certificate. While I’m still waiting for official communication from State House, it is crystal clear that my plea fell on deaf ears. As such, comrades have pushed contraception to the back burner and instead embraced abortion so as not to bring to life the kids conceived during raucous parties with riddim music, sexual dances and drugs.
I know a girl who terminated a pregnancy once. Before then, she used to have big dreams about her life. The procedure haunts her every so often and all her dreams have since died. Now she has got nightmares—and night sweats. The psychological effects after abortion can never be understated.
Ronald Reagan, the famed statesman, entered the annals of history when he said, “I have noticed that everyone who is for abortion has already born.”
“If someone decides to have sex, whether protected or not, the result is her responsibility and she must be willing to deal with the consequences,” opines Grandpa. Echoing Sauti Sol, the old man urges my comrades to uphold the inviolability of life and shun abortion.