DIARY OF AN ATONEMENT CHILD 2 By Beebah

We were wailing like an estranged widow, all clothes torn and tattered like a mad man’s best outfit, but the clothes were not only painted with the brownish color of the dusty sand by the road side, it had some reddish fluid all over which looked exactly like the blood of a deflowered virgin.

The truth is, it wasn’t just looking like it, we all have been badly raped by those ugly looking monsters.

They did not only rape us but they beat us alongside and took turns, they were six in number and successfully raped the four of us happily and sweating profusely.

They dragged us on the floor and collected other valuables like wristwatches, eye glasses, hand chains, cell phones and even our snacks!

I watched them raped the two other girls, I closed my eyes so tight because I couldn’t bear to see the struggle on their faces and the excitement on the faces of the monsters.

They tore their clothes, held their hands and forcefully separated their legs and forced their way in, I heard my supposed co debaters shout, crying and trying to run, but the monsters were stronger.

Now it was my turn, I knew the world was going to end that minute, I could see the earth opening wide and swallowing me up, I could see my mum holding a gun and pointing at them while they run away, I could hear the sound of the police saying “you all are under arrest “, I was glad until I felt my clothes torn, and my legs pulled apart, I knew it was dawn on me, all I was seeing were pure imaginations, no police, no mother, the earth was intact, the world hadn’t ended, it was me going crazy.

He tore my pant and said another fresh blood, I wanted to bite him, I wanted to shout so loud so my mum could hear, all these were  mere wishes as I felt the sharp pain and I knew the monster was a part of me already. I could see the blood running down my thigh and I wept at the sight of this.

Dignity gone, pride lost, I became a woman before becoming a woman. I was unluckily lucky he was the only one who raped me all others were tired.

After 30 minutes of weeping uncontrollably, I saw the driver and our teacher dragging their feets towards our direction with surprises filled their eyes, they looked at each other and looked at us for a while and asked in unison” what happened?”, instead of replying we were looking like a helpless chicken who had cried looking for its mother all day.

They helped us into the bus and drove back towards Lagos. One of us then asked “Are we going back to school?”, we all looked at her surprisingly and kept mute. We got back to Lagos very late in the night, and we were dropped in our various houses.

My mum was surprised and asked several questions, I told her I want to go and clean up afterwards I will explain my ordeal to her.

I spent hours in the bathroom crying and wishing I had died in the process of the attack. My mum knocked on the door severally, asking if she could come in to know what went wrong, I told her I was almost done as I quickly had a rough shower and stepped out.

I wore my little gown and went downstairs to meet my mum who was looking all worried. Upon hearing my footstep she walked up to me and help me to the sitting room and made me sit on her laps.

I explained everything to her weeping as she wept also. Did I tell you about my dad? , well I don’t know him so also my mum, she was raped after some thieves had come to raid their hostels while she was in her third year.

They were masked and they raped my mum because she was unable to give them what they requested which was a cell phone she never had. Pitiful isn’t it?.

That’s not the issue, the issue is the product of a rape is now a rape victim.

My mum hugged me so tight and said:” the same reason why I was sent out of my fathers house who thought all I said was a lie, and not even my mother believed me, when I realized I was prrgnant after I offered to be a maid for a barren banker who later sent me away after thinking I was pregnant for her husband, when I never even knew the ugly scene resulted into pregnancy, when I had to start walking up and down till a professor who after hearing my story harbored me in his home where I am till date is the same thing happening to my only daughter, now someone tell me God is still there watching me, tell me!!!!”

Upon hearing this even tears couldn’t come out of my eyes as I have wept so much that now my eyes are dry.

My mum stood up and reached for the kitchen door, she went in and later came with a knife pointing at me . I was confused as I don’t know what the knife was meant for , was she going to kill me and start a new life? I stood dumbfounded and wondered if she had gone crazy. What she did with the knife …

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