I sauntered down the road
not knowing my life was
about to get depressed
forever. There is a path to
my destination that is always
lonely. But in my previous trips using the path, we were
always in groups. And it was
either in the morning or late
at night in Rita’s boyfriend’s
car. It was quite dark but it didn’t
seem to me that danger was
lurking around the corner
until a scraggy hand touched
my upper arm. I turned in the
dark and the sight I saw needed me to pick up my
heels but my brain decided
about running too late. This was because I couldn’t
get out of the grip of the
might hands of the dirty,
smelling mad man. Within a
twinkle of an eye, he had
pinned me down right there on the path, tearing apart my
expensive Louis Vuitton top.
The deed was done. I pulled myself together
before he regains his
strength again, running with
the remaining power in me.
I’ve heard about how ladies
get tired and sore on their first try at sex by this was
not my case. I had strength
in me and I ran with my legs
almost touching my head.
Rita must have been waiting
for about 15 minutes outside her gate because as I got
close to her house, I saw her
afar off. She ran to me
eagerly…but she noticed
everything was wrong with
me. I could not talk what exactly
happened to me but from my
looks, you will think I just
finished fighting with a Lion. I
had blood stains all over me..
I was visibly depressed; I could not walk properly with
my thighs together. Rita
didn’t need to be told what
happened to me as she kept
asking ‘who did this to you?’
‘How come?’ ‘Are you fine?’ All I knew next was I was in
Rita’s bed after a hot bath,
taking hot tea with some of
the drugs prescribed by
Rita’s doctor friend. It is now
six weeks after the event but my life has not remained the
same. I’ve been having
nauseating feeling and I am
just afraid to check at the
doctor’s just to know what’s
wrong with me. I might be pregnant.
