48– My baby part 1

At night the lightning and thunder continued but the rain had stopped.

Despite the grave trouble I knew I could get into if I was caught sneaking out again, I left the hut and walked to Yoké’s hut. I was trembling, not because of the cold but because of fear. The fear of telling Yoké about my pregnancy and the decision that I have made.

When I got to his hut I entered without clapping. He was seated on his bed and painting with the little light from the oil lamp. When he saw me enter he looked up at me with a frown.

“Genesis?”

I nodded. I was still shaking in fear. He abandoned his wooden board on the bed and came towards me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me taking me into his arms.

“I’m pregnant Yoké.” I told him. Even hearing myself say it suddenly scared me.

“What?” Yoké asked stepping away from me and looked at me.

“I’m pregnant Yoké.” I told him again.

“How?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “What do you mean how?”

“How do you even know?”

“The witch doctor.”

Yoké placed his hands on his h