I'm currently reading Stay With Me by Ayobami Adebayo and I'm totally loving it. It's centered around a woman who's married and been TTC for some years, and some of the things she has had to do to be blessed with child. Her name is Yejide.
She's had to endure one spiritual house after the other, she once fainted in one of these spiritual homes where she was to sit still for seven straight days with no food, no water no sleep, while repeatedly chanting some words and incantations. She fainted on the third day. She has injested all sorts of herbs and medicine. She has had to welcome another woman into her home, who would succeed where she had failed. This one time she listened to her customer who received her miracle at the top of a mountain, and as most desperate women do, she went to the mountain in search of her own miracle.
This mountain, she was asked to come with a white goat which she was to drag herself to the very top of the mountain, she was to come fasting; no food, no water. She was not to stop to rest during this two hour climb from the foot of the mountain to its peak. If at any point she stopped she was to go back to the foot and begin the climb afresh. She was to make sure that the goat got to the top with her without a single blemish.
On getting to the top there were incantations and gyrations and then after hours of this they told her that she had already been blessed with a child, they asked her to carry her baby. They pointed to the goat and asked her to carry her baby, to carry the goat as she would a baby and rock it like a baby. She did, carried the goat in her arms and all but coo'ed to it. Then they asked her to feed her baby. They asked her to lift up her blouse and breastfeed her baby. She put her breast in the goat's mouth for it to suck.
This nearly brought me to tears. Why? Because I know these things happen. There are great lengths people go to at the height of desperation. Mothers, some, waka for their children to marry and marry well. Women go to ugly lengths in search of a husband. A family friend told my elder sister some of the things she had been asked to do and had done, to be married. One of these included sleeping in a graveyard for seven nights, which she did. She's over 50 now and still single. Some women TTC, taken to prayer houses have found themselves sleeping with the "prophets", anything, as long as it will put a baby in their womb.
And the interesting thing is how ironic life is, that some other women throw babies away in bins and gutters, some women have been married three or four times and if they divorce again they'd probably be married within the next six months. Some mothers have to abort pregnancies because there are already too many kids at home. What one would give her leg for, the other has in abundance without ever even as asking for it.
I'm still reading and hoping that Yejide, just like every woman out there who's going through this, will receive their babies, with anymore pain, delay, tears or desperate moves. Amen!