I’ve been angry for some days now, and it’s even reflected in all aspects of my life. And it’s been hard to be less angry since I’ve just been harboring my thoughts instead of sharing them. So here goes everything that has been bothering me.
A woman came to the hospital some days ago with four kids. They all look malnourished. Maybe malnourished is even an understatement, but I don’t know what word is worse than that. I would have used it. So I tried engaging her in a conversation by complimenting the feet of the kids.
Hold on, let me add the part where two of the kids were barefoot. So after complimenting the feet of the two kids who were barefoot, I asked them to wear their shoes because it wasn’t advisable to not have shoes on in a hospital. You never know what disease you might be going home with.
She then said she has 5 other children at home whose feet are even nicer than the ones I complimented. So that means she has 11 kids in all. I said, "Oh, okay," and repeated that they wear their shoes. She then said they don’t even have shoes, so they walked all the way from the house barefoot.
That was when it registered in my head that she said she has 11 kids, and I normally don’t judge people by their appearance, but she herself looked pale and malnourished as well. I asked her about her finances, and she didn’t even hesitate to tell me she was poor.
I asked her if she had money before giving birth, and later, life happened, or if she and her husband have always been poor, and she said the latter.
I know what you are thinking. I was also thinking the same, so I asked why she gave birth to 11 kids knowing very well she couldn’t take care of them.
Are you ready to be angry? Let’s go! She said she keeps giving birth to many kids so that if some die, others will live for her to be sending them on errands. And after all, even if she doesn’t have money, she can boast of humans as her property.
Are you angry enough? Maybe not yet; let’s break the camel’s back. So for her, it doesn’t matter even if her kids won’t get food to eat, she’ll continue giving birth till she can’t anymore. And she’s proud to be very fertile.
At that moment, it felt like someone had removed my heart and kept it in my hand because I couldn’t feel it. I wasn’t just angry at the woman, but I was also sad for the kids. They didn't ask for any part of this.
I wonder where people get this type of mentality in the first place. That is why I have this unpopular opinion that God should assess people before giving them kids because you can’t tell me that this person deserves the kids she has.
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