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I stepped out of the church scared of the darkness. How I wish I left earlier and didn't wait for choir rehearsal to be over. it was late, really late I looked at the time in my small Nokia 2016 phone and gasped. 7:65pm!!! Gosh momma will be worried. She had told me to leave church when once it's 6pm.
I dogtrot in the darkness heading home, Suddenly a strong hands grabbed me. Smell of weed and alcohol hit my nose. I tried to scream but a hand went over my lips stopping me. In a glimpse, he dragged me toward the nearest bush. Filled with fright, I struggled fiercely to free from my abductor but he was muscular and strong and I was fragile and a no match for him.
He gave me a hot slap in the bush and pushed me to the ground. Before anyone could say "I" he ripped every piece of clothing off me. Please don't do it, I begged. But he didn't have a conscience, he forcefully parted my legs and with his tail, he tore my hymen and penetrated deep inside me. I've experienced pains but it was nothing compared to the pains I felt that moment. Every trust he gave pushed me nearer to my creator. I lost consciousness. I woke up in the hospital to hear a good Samaritan took me there.
It's five years now after the incident but I'm still in a shell and can't break out. The memories are still fresh in my mind leaving me with a souring hatred for men. I can't look at a man without a flinch, I don't talk to men and a mere touch from a man scares the life out of me cus it remembers me of the pains I felt five years ago. I've turned down many suitors that come for me and the determined lovers are shocked and dumbfounded at how a beautiful lady like me can have such hate for men.
People gossip that I'm a lesbian and some say I'm proud and feeling too special, if only they know I'm a victim of RAPE. Momma have taken me to many rehabilitation centers, counsellors and therapist have talked their best and begged me to let go of the past but I CAN'T, Pastors and ministers have prayed and preached their best to save me but ITS NOT WORKING.. That stigma is forever in me...