ADVERT:
Initially, I heard… then I saw… and I became assured. With his trade name “FB&D Clothing”, Damouchi darlings as he’s fondly called by many is the CEO of the latest clothing line in town. You must have seen the picture of the latest groom’s shirt (Yeah, I mean Peter of Psquare), then I rest my case. Check out some of his works after the cut.
You can also reach him on:
Phone: 08024052061
Pin: 27B38DC3
#Enjoy the concluding episode of the true life story, #WolfinSheep’sClothing.
Since I met Temisan about a week ago, he begged me every minute he called to hang out with him. It was just a week but because I had told him I was travelling, he insisted we saw before I left as he wanted to get me a parting gift. It wasn’t my birthday, it wasn’t Christmas or the New Year as well, and it definitely wasn’t thanksgiving, so I insisted I wasn’t interested in whatever he said he felt like getting. He didn’t stop disturbing me though and the moment I mentioned I was travelling to Warri for a few days, he was quick to tell me he also had a reason to go there; and with that, we decided to finally hook up.
That Friday, exactly a week after we met in the bus, we met again at a random eatery. I wasn’t much of a food person, as such; I declined every request at the eatery. He told me he had to rush down in a cab as the mechanic was having his car fixed. He thus, decided to call “an aunt” to borrow her car; and with that, off to “aunts house” we went.
I was still recovering from the star-studded, unexpected slap I got on my right cheeks when Temisan gave me another on the left. I didn’t try to get up from the chair or defend myself; I knew there was nothing I could do. I wished silently that I had gone with my friend (I remembered mentioning that to him before visiting, and he dismissed the idea saying it wasn’t polite enough for a friend to tag along on a first date), and just as if he had a loop into my thoughts, he was fast to make me understand that he had “great plans” for my friend if she had been present. He threatened me to stop crying and gave me another slap on my neck. My heart skipped a beat; it couldn’t have been the half bottle of beer he gulped in my presence that made him hyperactive… Then, the mystery of the beer came back to me, unsolved. He was obviously in the same house before picking me up; or how else was I to explain the half-filled bottle of beer. There was no aunt and there was definitely no car. There was no nice Temisan, he probably had it all planned out right from the start having figured how gullible I appeared to be. He quizzed me with annoying questions; asking for my age, surname, house address etc. and I prudently answered every question. He demanded I emptied my hand bag and started helping himself to various useful items; pocketing my smart phone having asked where I saved his number. He also demanded to know how much money I had on me and with that, took my twenty thousand naira (not forgetting to give me #2,500 for my transport to Warri).
The music was so loud, I didn’t even think of shouting; I just prayed silently that he wouldn’t hurt me while I sobbed. He ordered me to undress; I was on my period, so I wasn’t really scared about being raped (I knew how dirty it was thought to be to have sex on one’s period). Then, he took me to the bathroom and asked me to clean up, taking off my panties. He walked me to the room and ordered I slept on the bed, while he undressed and I could immediately see his erection. I confessed I had never had sex before then, but all he did was threaten me to remain calm. He threatened to torture me if he figured I was lying to him and then, entrusted his huge penis into me (without any form of protection)… while he played with my boobs and raped me. I lay helplessly…hopelessly… sobbing. I remembered my parents who thought I was on my way to Warri… I thought about my two friends who obviously knew where I was headed but didn’t know my exact location… I thought about my boyfriend who I had a fight with the previous month because I didn’t want to lose my virginity yet to him… I thought about so many miracles, and just hoped for one to happen at that moment; but just as if I was been punished for something really bad, no miracle happened. When he was through, he ordered me to go clean up. I let the tears flow freely…
As much as I have tried to forget this ordeal, it just keeps lurking around. I’ve decided to share because I learnt that a problem shared is a problem half-solved. As I look back at the day, it has gradually dawned on me that I didn’t know the house he took me to… Yes, a low-cost government estate with all buildings looking very identical, thus making it difficult for me to know the exact house. My doctor assured me I’ll be fine… and though, I’m healed physically; I cannot seem to be emotionally stable. All I hope and pray, is that God heals me fast enough to move on. Pardon my insouciance; I know if I had taken a few minutes to check out his environment, I probably would have known his house. I know I have many faults in this, as the loose ends cannot be overemphasized; but please don’t judge me. Some of you will say I shouldn’t have trusted him to the extent of visiting him alone, having known him for only a week, but who would have thought such animals still existed. Some would say I shouldn’t have cut corners with my parents and gone somewhere else when I pretended to be going straight to the park for my journey, but let “he” that has never “sinned” cast the first stone. I probably would have been able to save others from this predatory and devilish act caused by Temisan and his likes had I been more conscious, and for that; I take the blame.
However, I plead on behalf of myself and others who have undergone this form of abuse, don’t judge us. The world will be a better place knowing fully well we wouldn’t be tagged “the raped” when we appear in public. May God never forget the likes of Temisan, and mete on them that which they truly deserve.
Anonymous.
Why should anyone ever want to #RAPE? Be less of an #Animal today!!! There is #NO justification for rape.
@bilkisses