Chapter 3: Inside the maze it's a rat race.
Durban, South Africa
It was important to steal 30 minutes at the Crèche. She was not too comfortable with this whole idea of keeping your most prized assets in a public place, no matter how comfortable it appeared. And she was determined to fight this policy of not letting you work with your baby beside you.
"After all, I have what it takes to keep my little Kandis from distracting anyone. Merely looking at him gives any human heart a surge of encouragement to cope with this boring bank work day." She told her friend Brenda on their way out to lunch.
Although the Bank had state-of-the art crèche facilities across their branches, Cynthia would not be satisfied until she could have her baby sit by her side during working hours in the office with an attendant nanny.
A feat she was capable of achieving if she gave it a little more push.
NAIROBI, KENYA
Alexandria, Egypt
Nigeria
Accra Ghana
Pastor Ken had battled with himself all night. He was aware of the risks involved and the consequences involved. But he couldn't afford to hurt her after so many years looking for a baby. This was their opportunity to get the respect of his family and admiration of his friends.
What was more difficult was the fact that he could not confide or get counsel from his Overseer like he always did. In fact no one was allowed to know of their little secret.
It would have cost an arm and a leg to get a Designer Baby, he pondered on. Not with the 3-D printing of organs and the automated uterus used for conception these days.
There was no way his monthly stipend and profit from his wife's business could pay for the baby order.
Dar es Salaam, Tanzania