Saturday, 6 August 2016

Sarah's Corner: Let Me Tell You About The Night I Almost Got Raped!

Let me tell you about the night I almost got raped. It was New Year's day, we had barely said the closing prayer in Church when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it was my neighbor calling. I picked up and said,
"hello Dinma, happy new year." 
"Happy new year. Where are you?"
"Am still in church and you?"
"Am just leaving. Have you got plans?"
"Yea. I am going home to my bed."
"Why not join me? I am going out."
"No thank you. I'd rather go to bed."
I suspected that she was going out with her boyfriend and I hate to play gooseberry. Beside, there was something about Chidinma and the kind of people she associated with that always made me feel reluctant about hanging out with her. Not that they are bad, I don't just feel comfortable hanging out with them. But what is the joy in going home to sleep? It's New Year's day for crying out loud.

So against my better judgment, I hooked up with her, we boarded a bike and off we went.

She and her friends were hanging out at a bear parlor called Forty Forty. I didn't feel comfortable staying there, not with them, so I refused to even get in with her and decided to go back home. It's suddenly felt like a bad idea after all.

It wasn't until she left that I discovered I was stranded. There was no bike and I couldn't afford to take a taxi. The place was not within walking distance, so trekking wasn't even an option.
"Why did I made the mistake of coming with this girl?" I asked myself, ruefully. It was quarter past 2 in the morning.

A few minutes later, my phone rang. It was some guy who had been asking me out. I remembered he had called me the day before to see if we could hang out after Church and got a big NO.

I stared at the phone wondering why in God's name was he calling me. He was so persistence and it aggravated the hell outta me.
"Hello, it's a New Year. Can you at least stop calling me? Isn't it obvious that I don't appreciate it?"
"I just wanted to wish you happy new year."
"Happy new year..."
"Are you home? I am close to your place..."
"Unfortunately, I am not home," I said cutting him short.
"Where are you?"
"Somewhere, trying to get home, actually."
"How do you mean?"
I explained my predicament to him, reluctantly. He offered to come pick me up because he ride. I turned down the offer at first, saying I would find my way home. Thank you but no. But after over an hour or so, and I still couldn't find a bike, nor a cheap taxi, I called him.

He picked me up at few minutes to four. I thanked him and said I didn't believe he would come. I honestly didn't believed it myself. He said it was nothing.

Few minutes into the drive, he told me he was going to stop at his place to get something, whatever it was, I didn't asked. His house was along the way to my place, so it was fine by me.

When we got to his place, he stopped the car outside the gate and went in. I thought he was going to get whatever it was he wanted to get but he didn't. Instead, he opened the gate and drove in.

I asked him what is the need of driving in when he just wanted to pick something and go drop me off. He said something about the car not having enough fuel, said he doesn't want to fuel the car, because his elder brother, who happened to be the owner of the car, does not like fueling the car, and that he had been the only one fueling it. So I asked him what he was going to drop me with, he said his bike. I knew he had one. I had seen him driving it a couple of times before.

I wanted to get down outside the compound, but he had already drove in.

He packed the car and asked me to come inside for a drink, while he fetch the key to the bike. I rejected the offer. I told him that I needed to get home as soon as possible. I was already drunk in sleep. He tired to convince me to come inside, but I turned down his request, as politely as I can. He than said that he had been in the bottle all night and needed to ease himself off. He wants me to come inside but I told him I can't be of help. All I want is to go home, and if he wouldn't take me than I would trek. But just as I was about to leave, he blocked my way. And before I could do anything, he had overpowered me. I tried to resisted him but I was no match for him. He dragged me into the house and locked the door. He ordered me to take off my clothes or he would have to tear them. He threatened to do me great harm if I ever try to resist him.

I had never been so vulnerable and helpless in my whole life. With a will of their own, my eyes began to shred tears. I didn't know when I started begging him not to have his way with me. We were all alone, and even if I screamed down the house, I was certain no one would hear me.

I thought of my new year revolution, even though I didn't had them in black and white, getting rape wasn't one of them. Up until that day, I had heard of various rape cases, but I never thought I would ever get close to experiencing what it is like.
"If you want to get home on time, you had better hurry up with undressing...."
"Please, I beg you. Don't do this to me, please," I said through tears.
"You are not leaving this house until you satisfy me. And if you ask me, I don't care whether you stay here all day. I have got the time."
I looked at the time it was after four. I was numb. I didn't know what to do. I thought about distracting him, it just few hours before day break, definitely someone would come around. As if he read my thoughts, he pulled out his belt and threatened to beat me silly if I don't take-off my clothes that minute. He was so serious, I had no doubt that he would do as he had said.

I was shivering. I couldn't take off my clothes, not even if I wanted to. He decided to help me. He pushed me to the floor and was about to tore my dress when suddenly....someone knocked on the door.

I screamed with every strength in me. "Please help, he wants to rape me."

His elder brother, the owner of the house, was outside. He ordered him to open the door at once. At that moment, he got up and told me to thank my stars.

The moment he opened the door, I jumped out. And headed for the gate, running as far as my legs could carry me. But I was intercepted by his elder brother, who demanded to know what happened. I told him exactly what had happened and how his presence had saved me from being raped. He was sorry, and begged me to forgive him. I told him, it was okay and all I wanted was to go home.

He offered to take me home and even gave me money to get drugs to calm my nerves. He warned me never to make such mistake again. But he didn't had to say it. I already learned my lessons. For the longest of time, I couldn't get over it. I was always scared and wary of guys. I still do.

That morning, I got home, took a cold bath and went straight to bed. I never saw him again either did I tell anyone.....till now!

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