Then I realized I might have been raped,but the pain I felt was not just the pain of been raped.I felt like something was removed out of me,I could not stand after I woke up that morning,my thighs were stiff,luckily for me a friend put a call through “hello chantel”as I heard the caller saying but I could not say anything because I felt like a walking corpse.
A hostel man walked in some minutes later,the next time I opened my eye,I realized I was in the hospital and my parent were in tears.I was scared to death,I felt like pulling free from myself,”can someone teil me what happened to me?why am I here?.Everyone was looking stormed and they all looked at me with despair.
I stayed admitted in the hospital for a year and eight month,I was diagnosed of HIV,I had Amnesia and the doctor made it clear to my parent that my womb has be ruptured.
In the Twelfth month of my stay in the hospital,I started recovering from my amnesia and I could recall past events including what happened that fateful night.
On that fateful night,after umar made it known to me that he belong to the secret society,we argued,shouted and exchanged words,during our argument a group of four hefty men came in “now is your time to know how it feel to lose the one you love”one of them said to umar,fear ran through my throat like bitter cola runs through the mouth.I got to know that night that umar has once raped one of their lover years ago and that fateful night was pay back time.
“Lay her flat”one of the men said and within a second I nude , umar was warned to stand still and watch ,the first man lay heavily on me and raped me so did the second till the fourth,Umar screamed ,he cried…..at that point I knew that was the price I had to pay for love.the worst happened when one of the men brought a knife put to cut my sternum,umar ran to save me but he was shot to death at that very munite.
Umar’s body was found in his father garage the next evening as I was told in report,
Investigation was done but concrete evidence was lacking.
Today would have mark two years of our love life,but watching my television all is I see is the funeral of the man I once loved.
This is my love story.