It was on Saturday the 14th of February 2014. I came back from school and decided to make for myself something to eat. By 6:30 pm, I had finished cooking. All I needed to do was eat and sleep. I had my bath and dashed into my sheets. Using the TV remote I went straight to my favorite channel.
“Dress up girl! It’s Valentine’s Day. Let’s go have some fun with my boyfriend.” Noella reached out to me on phone. After a long debate I agreed to follow her. “After all it’s just an outing,” I said to myself.
Few minutes later Noella arrived my house. Together we went to meet Leo, Neolla’s boyfriend who was with his friend Cyrille. We greeted them and took our seats. A sat beside Cyrille while Neola sat beside Leo. I was never a fan of alcohol so I watched them drink while I kept sipping on my bottle of top.
It was 09; 43 pm when Leo asked for us to change the venue and move closer to his neighborhood. There was a little drinking spot not far from his house. Neolla was able to convince me to follow them in that movement. ''Leo will bring us back home. Besides how can we leave the house together, you go back home alone?'' Neolla questioned. We finally left the place for Leo’s neighborhood.
Because I sat by Cyrille throughout we began familiarizing. By 11:30 pm, Cyrille seemed drunk. Now I wanted to go home. The question was “HOW?” Leo had promised to take us home, so I could not turn down his request to help Cyrille who was acting all drunk reach his house. I gave my bag to Leo, held Cyrille by the hand and we headed for his house. My bag had my phone, purse and the keys to my house.
The sound of music coming from Cyrille’s room was so loud. As we got inside, he immediately locked the door and kept the keys. His explanation was geared towards our safety. My request for the volume to be reduced was ignored. So much noise that nobody could hear me from outside. Before I knew it he asked me to undress. I started laughing. He removed a cane from the back of his bed and threatened to flog me if I delayed. Now I knew he meant business. I started crying and pleading. He used a blade to tear everything I wore and with his camera he took pictures of me. Cyrille used me as a laughing object for as long as he could. I felt so much pain and saw so much wickedness in the eyes of a man.
There was a knock at the door. It was a friend of his. After welcoming his friend he turned back to me with a broad smile. His friend approached me and tried questioning me. “Just do what he is asking you before something worst happens” his friend said to me. In tears I looked at them, looked up to the ceiling and shook my head.
With almost a packet of condoms, Cyrille and his friend took their turns on me. I cried and bled. That was my first of having sex. This was about 5;30 am the next morning. They offered me a pair of trousers and t-shirt and transportation to go back home.
On reaching my house I met Noella and Leo. After hearing me out, they rushed me to a nearby clinic for checkup and medication. When I went to the police with my medical report, they asked for some money to be paid be. This was a pierce in my heart. I couldn’t tell my parents because I was too scared of the consequences. That was the last day I set eyes on Neolla. Even my calls she did not return them. “I am sorry’’ was all I got from Neolla.
#LET US HOLD RAPIST ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS#