(Fugitive)
By Ajiboye Ayobami Tomilayo
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This is basically a story aimed at curbing a very common social ill in our society, RAPE which both male and female can of course be a VICTIM.
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Synopsis
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Vanessa resolved to leaving home following the death of her mum, she had also been a victim of rape from her step-brother, Francis. In the course of trying to run from Francis she ran into another Francis who appears to be cool but can she trust him considering they bear the same name?….
She is now a tenant in the old Prof’s house who is a widower but how would she handle the riff between her and the neighbors was she actually sick in the head like they said-
Niks has been the best part of her life but a waging war is just in sight when they seem to love the same guy- would they end quite well?…
She doesn’t want to admit that GOD loves her or does HE really do?
Sharon went through a lot than one could comprehend at such a tender age, would she overcome this considering she just surrendered her life to Christ?- but this God is demanding something she is not ready to give, FORGIVENESS.
All these questions will be answered in the story…
RAPE is a bad act which a victim might never heal from the effects- psychologically, physically and spiritually. Rape in male is an arguable case but it happens.
A research shows that six out of every female child is a victim of sexual assault and five out of them have been raped… it also shows that three out of every male child is a victim of sexual assault and one is a victim of rape.
But…can we blame the rapist all the time because there is a saying that ‘HOT people HURT people’.
Enjoy!
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Episode 1
Vanessa closed the booth of the red colored Toyota Camry with a bang after depositing her luggage into it. Then she turned to face her friend, Adenike who just looked on dazed with her mouth dropping in surprise.
“Hop into the car, if you are still on my side”, Vanessa threw at her friend Nike not minding the look of shock, pity, surprise and compassion written all over the people’s faces. The people all came to sympathize with her family as she just lost her mother two weeks ago and was buried yesterday at a private cemetery has her dad vehemently refused her to be buried in his compound. Chief Williams was a very pompous and mean man in his mid-fifties who would do anything thing to get what he wants.
Vanessa took a good look round the compound for the last time feeling weepy, not that she would miss her father and only brother but because she would miss her friends, the housemaid Bike and the gateman, Ahmed. They have always been her confidant, adviser and had also given her a shoulder to lean and cry on even before she lost her mum.
Vanessa opened the door of the driver’s side and hopped in. she started the car and honked the horn when she realized Nike was still standing there in the sun.
Vanessa was a very beautiful but slim young lady. She was tall and dark in complexion with big doll eyes encaged in an almond shaped eyelids, the color of her eyes were brown. Her face was oblong with shapely pointed nose and beautiful thin lips and she had on her, a nice hair cut. Vanessa could pass for a beauty queen if she contested for one but she wasn’t up to it as Nike and her mum had advised times without number. She was in her early twenties and a graduate from the prestigious university of Ibadan, she studied accountancy and worked in a bank . She had an early education
Nike jolted back to life at the sound of the horn and quickly slipped into the car seat beside her friend. Nike attended the same high school with Vanessa and they got admission into the same university but Nike was a lawyer. Nike was the only friend Vanessa had as she hardly kept friends and through the years their friendship got stronger, an unbreakable bond probably because they both shared the same opinion that “it is better to be alone than keep bad company”.
‘Vanessa, are you sure you can drive? Nike asked in almost in a whisper with a tinge of fear seeing that her friend’s face is already twisted in rage as she wiped off tears of anger.
