She had men crawling all over her as if she were some kind of milky way that houses the very earth we live on. After a quadrillion abortion procedures, she eventually had to scrap her womb out of her body. Now, she was facing the consequences of her choices and actions made in her youth. She had earned for herself all kinds of names: barren land, arid desert, just to name a few. For so long she had been blaming dark magic and witchcraft for her deficiency of the well- known sweet honey of matriage. But it seems she has a solution...
Rachel's perfect master plan was set to motion. Over the next couple of months, she was going to pretend to be pregnant as she hunts for a baby to steal. Yeah, STEAL. She had put to halt all forms of intercourse with her hubby in hopes of fulling the soon -to- be- best deception in history.
With a clever, yet lame excuse by all standards she convinces her husband to allow her to go to her hometown to give birth. In strictest secrecy with her accomplice, she held in her hands her longed for bundle of joy, a caramel skinned hefty baby boy. It seemed as though the gods weren't on her side, that same month her husband died.
The mother of the stolen baby boy was a petty trader who had to travel far and wide in order to market her goods. Her work, one day, brought her into Rachel's house. Upon, seeing the little one year old boy, Martin, playing with his tiny motorcycle, she was certain that that baby was hers. Blood, they say, is thicker than water. She did not react in anyway that would have drawn suspicion or attention.
Later that day, she reported to the police that she had found her missing baby in a rich woman's mansion. Rachael was arrested.
After thorough investigation, it was realised that Martin was indeed the Trader's baby. This was further confirmed by Rachel's apologetic confession, but confession alone was not going to erase her jail term.
Let's make our youth fruitful instead of fruitless by making the right choices.
Still smiling in the dreamworld...
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