I’ve been having a really difficult time keeping this to myself. I just thought I should share it with you guys. Two weeks ago, on a Sunday night, I was robbed. Two guys wearing masks broke into my house. My only neighbor is my landlord, and he traveled with his family, so I was alone in the entire compound. Typing this feels like reliving this traumatic experience all over again, so I’ll keep this really short. I was raped and choked to the point where I nearly passed out. They slapped me and pushed me around so much, and there was no one there to help me. At the end of it all, they basically emptied my house. They took my small TV, gadgets, and jewelry belonging to my customers (I’m a vendor). My biggest regret is living alone, and I’m already making arrangements to move out, but these past few days have been really difficult for me, and I can’t even think straight. Please say a word of prayer for me.
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