I live alone, and the compound where I stay is a big one. It’s a student lodge with about 50 rooms. A few weeks ago, my key went missing. I don’t know how or where, but I just know I wasn’t seeing my key anymore. I didn’t think much of it, but I started using my spare key. For the past few months, I’ve heard about robberies happening in lodges around, and I’ve been taking precautions. I stopped going outside at night to buy things, and I always made sure to be home before dark. Our compound is fairly secure, and I live on the ground floor, so I was always worried something might happen to me. Unfortunately, my fears came to life. I will never forget this for as long as I live, but the incident is too gory to share in detail, so please bear with me.
All I will say is that two men broke into my apartment and took turns r^p!ng me. They had a gun, and I’m sure it was a neighbor because they used a key, although they wore masks. They didn’t actually break in. The door was fine when I locked it later on. So, the key I lost must have been stolen by them. They took my small generator and a laptop that a friend left with me. They also took my phone and wanted me to transfer all my money to them, but there was only ₦9500.58 in my account, which they saw. I don’t know if they thought I had more money because they kept asking, “Where is the rest of your money?” What traumatized me the most was the fact that none of my neighbors knew what was going on.
Yes, it was a noisy night because many generators were on due to the power outage. But how could nobody hear what was happening to me? How could nobody know I was being defiled and robbed? How could nobody hear my screams as they ran away? That was over three weeks ago, and since then, I’ve been staying at my aunt’s house. She doesn’t know what happened, though she knows something is off. I don’t know how to tell her. This is killing me! It’s killing me inside, and I can’t do anything. I can’t talk to anyone. My final exams are starting next month, and I don’t know what to do. My cousin gave me his old phone yesterday, and today I decided to share my story because I might justend my life, I’m not sure I have anything to live for anymore. I ran some tests, and thankfully, there’s nothing wrong with me physically—just heavy bruising, and I had to treat infections. But that doesn’t make a difference, does it? I’m traumatized for life, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to bounce back from this.
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