CAMPUS VIRGIN
A short story by Nwosu Chinonso
After reading her books at the lecture hall,Jane made her way to her hostel,it was dark,her light was so dim because she has over used it,Ada have left her to the hostel after she complained of been hungry.
Jane continued walking down the dark road that lead to her hostel, suddenly she heard a voice from one of the corners,hey stop there,she could not run,because they were five in number.one of the them move close to her and started making advances on her, she was powerless and didn't no what to do,before jane could regain her conciseness, she has already had her cloth torn,they took turns at her,she cried uncontrollable in pains and anguish, her last strength lies now in her tears,she pleaded on deaf hears,help didn't came, they left her half dead,jane was in total mess.
It was a dream,as jane screamed on top of her voice waking her roomate up in fear.
©Nwosu chinonso (peter obi nocen)

I BELONG SOMEWHERE
I am that beggar you see at the out skirt of the street,l lie hopeless depending on your daily stipends,l am not a burden, through your giving,you receive blessing.
You belong to a privilege status, l belong to the street,when you sleep at the comfort of your home in the warm hands of love ones,l sleep under the bridge as mosquitoes makes merry of my skin in their comfort in my discomfort, l am vulnerable to the dangers at night, l can be raped,my daily fortunes can be stolen from me.
As you prepare for your daily work, l also prepare to meet your beautiful faces,my daily blessings depend on what you give me.
As l smile to you,you neglect me,and continue your journey, in disappointment l remain unhappy and neglected, your rags can cloth me,those waste food can feed my family,your little token can change my life.
I am somebody and belong somewhere, someday we all will die and move to the eternal world,l will no longer be a beggar.
Your help today can change my life,l am not a failure, through your giving, we open the door of God's blessing to your life.
©Nwosu Chinonso
(Peter obi Nocen)
The political literary man

CAMPUS RUNS GIRL
As l walked down the school campus,l met a
girl by the name Ada crying uncontrollably,l
moved towards her direction to know what
was wrong with her,she broke down in tears as
she narrate her ordeal.
I was a very good girl when l came into the
campus,l never joked with my studies and was
always active on school fellowship, things
change when l met my friend onyinye who was
my secondary school mate,she was one of the
campus big girls that hardly attend lectures
and will always make her way to pass whether
in cash or in kind,she happens to be my
roommate, l tried to advice her but all to no
avail,l started falling to her tune,when my
father died in my second year in
school,mummy with her little salary as a
teacher could not carter for my need, things
started to fall apart,hardship became a life
style,l could barely afford to eat.l watched
onyinye in her lavish lifestyle wearing the best
cloth and enjoying life to the fullest,l watched
hermade calls to big men,who immediately
send lots of money to her account, l made up
my mind never to remain in hardship, l want a
change of life,l told onyinye my roommate,she
laughed at me,mumu na now your village
people leave you.
It was on a Friday afternoon when onyinye
informed me of a birthday party of one Chief
egobute,she showed me the cloth to wear in
order to look sexy.in the evening time a black
Lexus 350 drove to our hostel and carried us
to the party venue,as l sat down, l remember
the advice my mum gave me,l remember
where l was coming from,l had no choice,l was
determine to leave poverty and hardship.
I did not sense the danger ahead of me,l
didn't listen to my mother's advice, we drove
to the venue of the party,l was shock l met my
course mate Jenifer, she was also in the runs
girl business,she was the last person l ever
expected to see there.
I saw Mark my daddy's business partner, l was
ashamed of myself,what shame have l
brought to my family,l could see young girls
in there numbers,loud music was playing when
the chiefs selected the girls they want,mark
moved close to me in total disappointment l
could not believe my eyes,suddenly huge men
on black came in and made our with the girls,l
was included they took us to an uncompleted
building, it was hell fire on earth,l watched as
the girls were called one after the other,l
heard cries and shout of distress,l could hear
the sound of machete like a butcher that cuts
meat,we are in the den of ritualist,l
remembered my mummy and siblings,my
education, l cried in bitterness,my dream of
becoming a doctor,onyinye was next to be
slaughtered, l heard her cries,l couldn't
help,tears flowed like a river,l said my last
prayer,mark came in and sneaked me out of
the den of ritualist,he was a God sent that
night.
I could not hold my tears as Ada narrate her
ordeal to me,l gave her hope to live again, l
breathe confidence in her.
THE END
©Nwosu chinonso
The political literary man
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