“If
you move again, I GO KILL you” his spits all in my face and on my lips,
to seal his threats; he tore my clothes open using his dagger, cut my
bra through and exposed my breasts, his friend was too impatient and was
ready to pounce on me, I felt my gown leave my body, I nearly cursed my
instincts for making me wear it on such fateful day, i thought of the
unease my mother will be in, two overly erected penises staring at me,
my thighs were shaking! I felt like dying, I began to feel harsh touches
on my vagina, I was helpless, one pinned me right down whilst the other
was on the verge of gaining access, torture on my below even my eyes
was in pain from staring at some ugly looking hairy and sweating balls.
If It and happened that night, I won’t be doing writing today, i will be
too ashamed to, that is if I am still alive.
I
heard a loud noise, a useful one, finally a voice challenging the
about-to-be-done deed, I was so happy, I began to cry, I was overly
weak, my heart panting fast, shuddering body and a glad vagina. Chai!! A
day of agog it is. The two rapist were caught and brought to me by this
gentle tout called KONGI. He did this because he wanted me to pass
judgement on them, as romantic as it seemed; I simply wanted to go home.
He asked rigorously if I was sure, teamed with his over forty angry
goons, I was affirmative, they tied the two no-good fellows next to two
rams ready for slaughter and escorted me home.
There
I was with, wrapped in Kongi’s shirts and without under-wears, I was
escorted home by Kongi and about twenty other, such strong street cred,
counting my miracles not minding that I lost my phones and other
undiscovered valuables in the traumatic moment. Journeying through to
our part of the area, I saw things differently, I saw gap, fences and
brute marginalization, we literally moved from grass to grace, our side
of town with a working drainage, street lights and deliberate serenity,
it occurred to me why it is almost impossible to not become a tout in
Kongi’s neighborhood, it’s puzzling that it have for years shared fences
with mine, how the social amenities managed to stay in my own part of
town and how Kongi and his likes have to wait for crumbs to survive. The
difference was clear, it’s not the same at all, I began to wonder what
would have been of me if I was born in Kongi’s hood, maybe I’d be that
woman that ran out or maybe I would have given my virginity for a plate
of food. The border is there, it’s not physical but yes! It exists, you
can feel it, I don’t blame them from wanting to always snatch from us.
It is their believe that we have enough.
Challenged
at entrance of my estate, Kongi and his goons were asked to go back but
they insisted, major protest came from the goons, their
hyper-activeness lost me, I couldn’t tell whether it’s eye service or
they were hyped out of altruism. Kongi was calm, he made it my problem
by asking me to decide if we should go back, i chose that they follow
me, I needed my mom to see what kindness could come out of the hood. The
vigilante group joined the team of escort and got me home. To my
surprise, my mother was deep asleep; I couldn’t believe my eyes, she
thought I’d sleep at my aunt’s place, her heart nearly came out from her
mouth, her daughter was nearly raped, she woke the whole neighbors to
come and thank God with her, somehow she made it God’s doing and ignored
the effort of Kongi and his goons. She thanked them briefly and asked
the vigilante to see Kongi and his goons out of the estate. I expected
more! Those rough looking men saved me from two harmful dicks, I didn’t
appreciate what my mom did but I wasn’t in a good head space to raise
issues, I wanted to just soak myself in the bath tub to relax my tensed
nerves.
You
can see I didn’t meet Kongi the traditional way. Fate brought us. Not a
fancy dinner or any internet sensation, it was an arranged coincidence
so to speak.
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