It was on the 15 of October, 2005.
I was a very vibrant soul who had a lot of friends and was
fun all around. I loved the freedom that university gave me
since we were on a 7pm curfew back home. Surprisingly, I
was an obedient child which was why when mom said
focus
in school and avoid boys that may distract you, I promptly
foolishly dumped my secondary school boyfriend who had
written letters to me for most of my years in school
(doxologies, scented letters, rose petals enclosed in an
envelope …those days were the shiznit I swear!)
Well, school was close to home so like every other
weekend,
my sister and I went home to catch up on all the stories we
usually had to tell my mom about school and the cute boys
in campus that were weakening our stance not to be
distracted….lol. It was a night that was filled with laughter
and we called it a night at about midnight and went to bed.
It was the bright light that woke me up! It was raining and
I
wondered why we still had power seeing as the rain was
usually NEPA’s most convenient excuse for a blackout. I
realized it was a torch light and a strange voice saying ‘get
up’ then followed by ‘don’t move’. In my confusion of
trying
to figure out how one can get up and not move at the same
time, I made out 3 figures above me. I heard my sister who
was sleeping in the other bed started crying and they
turned
to her. We were terrified and not knowing how relevant it
was at the time but they asked which school we attended, I
opted for secondary school and my sister went with her
actual university and that was when it got bad.
Short demon in red shirt: ‘oh…so you are one of these
university girls wearing mini-skirts around town and
forming
like you are too good for the rest of us abi?’
Sister: *sobs* ‘nooooo’
Short demon in red tshirt: ‘where is all the money your
sugar daddy gives you’?
After several attempts by my sister to convince them that
she
didn’t have any money, they figured they could not just
leave and asked that she take off her maroon nightgown.
The fear of being raped made her reach for some money
her
roommate in school gave her for a wedding she was
helping
with. This brought out the real savages in these demons,
especially the short one with the red shirt. He was like a
1000 year old vampire deprived of blood for 2 decades.
Her
cry was sad and painful to hear. Knowing that could
possibly be my fate in a couple of minutes, I cried even
more and begged them to leave her alone but all our pleas
and her struggle were futile against 3 of them (two held her
down while one did the act) . She screamed at a point and
they knocked her out with the butt of the gun. Like
zombies,
they turned to me.…
Tall demon in blue shorts: ‘You, we told you to keep quiet
but you are shouting and crying when I did not even touch
you as a small girl but you won’t keep quiet’
Me: *wailing* ‘I am sorry’
My plea only seemed to excite him in some sick way. He
handed over his gun to his partner who held it with one
hand and assisted him by trying to hold one of my legs.
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