The laws against abortion mean that a woman cannot access the service in standard healthcare facilities unless there is an immediate risk to her life. A vast majority of these abortions, like Ann’s, are unsafe and carried out secretly due to Nigeria’s anti-abortion laws. Induced terminations of pregnancy are common in Nigeria where it is estimated that 1.8 to 2.7 million abortions occur annually. When the procedure was finished, a nurse helped Ann into the recovery room then, minutes later, she was told to vacate the space because another patient needed it. I was writhing in pain but at the same time I could not move because I did not want to harm myself by shaking.” At a point, I had to tell him to please pull it out of me. “Immediately, he started sucking I felt a pain I had not experienced before.
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I will liken it to six or seven TV (whip) antennas joined together … that is how long and how big it was. Instead of attaching a needle like a normal injection, the doctor attached a very big metal object. “We got into business right on, immediately … there was this stuff that’s like a really big injection, like a really big syringe. “I was not given any pre-abortion nor any post-abortion treatment. “I was just whisked into a room …” she recalled, exasperated. Just 20 minutes after Ann walked into the room, the procedure was over. A wooden cabinet was mounted above it and nearby, stood a trolley with metal pans. Inside the theatre, there was a brown leather gurney positioned diagonally. The procedure – a surgical abortion – would cost her boyfriend 7,000 naira ($17.95). One nurse briefly conferred with the doctor before Ann was called into the room they used as a theatre. The interior walls were mildewed and stained the white paint almost completely chipped away.Īnn met three other women in the waiting room they were also there to see the male doctor who ran the place with two female nurses. Inside, a four-room apartment was used as a makeshift clinic. The downpour had emptied the street, but for one roadside seller who still managed to display her snacks. The building was on a side street just off a main road and had shops on either side of it. I was more or less a child,” Ann explained, her voice strained, as she mined her memory for details.
After she fell pregnant, her boyfriend, a 29-year-old medical laboratory science graduate, had taken her to the building to see a doctor who ran a private, unregistered clinic. Then they entered a nondescript, unfinished one-storey building.Īnn was 17 and enrolled in a university pre-degree programme.
As an unrelenting downpour fell on D-line, an urban residential area of Port Harcourt, the capital of Rivers State, Ann* sought shelter in a nearby church, while her boyfriend paid the cab driver. It was shortly before noon on Friday, September 2, 2016.
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