MY JOURNEY AS A SINGLE MOTHER.
Part 6
By Authoress Rhoda.
I really passed through a lot in that room. Let me say, I suffered persecution.
Despite all, I kept on praying to God for grace and protection.
One of my friends had problem with her accommodation. So, she came to stay with me in the room. She was neither a Christian nor a non-Christian. She was just a moralist. She had morals.
One night, I had a dream. The dream was very terrific.
I was alone in the room. All of a sudden, a guy I never knew from anywhere opened the door I thought was locked by me. I became scared to my marrow. I thought he actually came to pick something, perhaps for his girlfriend, but I was wrong.
Before I could say “jack” he grabbed me. I shouted at the top of my voice. As he was trying to ra.pe me, I woke up.
“Thank God it was a dream.” I said. I was breathing heavily.
I prayed against the dream and moved on.
We had a special program in church. A vigil to be precise. So, I invited people to the program. I told my friend about it. I tried inviting her to the vigil. She told me she wouldn’t be following me to church. I didn’t pressurize her too much because I knew she wasn’t a church goer or lover.
On the night the program was to hold, I bade her goodbye and took my leave, striaght to the church venue.
I was led to invite her again because I sensed a danger in my spirit. I went back to the hostel. On getting back to my room, she was aslept.
I became very confused. I woke her up and told her to follow me to church. I told her I sensed danger in my spirit.
She shouted at me. I left.
I went to church and prayed to God because I was really confused about everything happening.
By the time I returned from vigil the following morning, I met my friend outside, in tears.
“Esther, what happened to you?” I asked as I flinged my bag somewhere.
She didn’t say anything. She was just weeping.
“Esther, talk to me. What is the problem?” I shouted.
Go inside the room and come back.
I dashed inside the room with the speed of light.
I couldn’t process what I saw. I let out a wild cry.
“Esther, you were raped?” I asked.
“Yes?” She said as she wept uncontrollably.
“How did it happen?” I asked.
“Bisi, I locked the door immediately you left. I slept off. I thought I was secured. If I had known, I would have followed you to church. Bisi, you should have flogged the sleep out of me since you said you sensed danger.” she lamented bitterly.
“I tried. You shouted on me. I had no choice than to leave you alone.” I tried explaining myself to her.
“Bisi, a guy entered this room in the midnight and rap.ed me. He took away my virginity. He took away my powers.” She said.
“Powers? You have powers?” I asked because I was shocked beyond measure.
“Yes, I have been warned to abstain from immorality in order to preserve powers given to me to do academic exploits. Now, the powers are gone.” She lamented.
“Hmmm, powers for academic exploit. May God have mercy.” I said sarcastically.
“I’m so sorry for all that happened. Please, let’s go to the hospital so that they can flush the se.men.” I said.
Before we left, she visited the toilet. I packed the stained bed-spread and dumped it inside my “dirty clothes basket”. While she was still in the toilet, my room mates entered.
“You are a fool. I hope you are now rap.ed. Stu.pid SU.” One of them said.
“Now, we all are not virgins.” The other said.
I kept quiet.
Esther came out.
Her red eye balls made it vivid that she was the victim. She looked like someone that had been shedding hot tears for a long period of time.
My room mates were disappointed. They actually set me up, but they failed. I took the case up. I told Esther to report the case. She reported the case to the appropriate authorities.
With the evidences (stained bed spread…), my roommates and the rapist were expelled from school.
Esther packed her things away from my room to another place in order to avoid “affliction shall rise the second time.”
I became scared of sleeping alone in the room.
I packed my load to another friend’s hostel. I packed my things to the lady’s ( the lady I told you about that failed a course because she refused to sleep with her lecturer) house. I hope you remember her?
Hmmmm! When I thought I was free, I never knew that the devil was still really interested in my downfall.
To be continued.
ยฉ๏ธOjo Rhoda Ayanfeoluwa.
