The small untidy clinic with sparse equipment and minimal comfort was successfully hidden in-between two high-rise buildings, making it quite inconspicuous on the red-light street of a notorious slum in Port-Harcourt. There was no sign at all to indicate it was a clinic, Dr. Munya didn't have to advertise, and his patients already knew where to locate him. On this faithful Friday evening, they had queued up, waiting to be called in. Girls who frequent this clinic had only one request; abortion, and the clinic never turned them down. Oruene was one of the people in the queue and soon it would be her turn to be called in as the slaughter slab beckoned on her. She wasn't afraid at all, for she trusted the doctor implicitly anyway. She wasn't a starter after all, she had gone through the process, again and again, this was her fifth time. Oruene was the second of eight children. She was such a lovely girl with an alluring beauty, a slender build with delicate skin, and a sculptu...