2 years ago I and my sister was kidnapped. Some of my friends might know her. We went to get diesel and a lot happened that night. That was probably one of the longest night I’ll ever experience in my whole life.. It was full of torture, horror, pain, and tears.
I remember I was raped!!! Yes rape! Don’t give me that look. I couldn’t do a thing, just nothing but cry, plead and wail. They did same to my sister and I couldn’t do a thing… I just sat there with a gun on my head.. I failed in my duty as a big sister.
I pleaded with them to let us go but no I passed out at some point. We were assaulted (the picture below) My sister died. She didn’t survive the whole torture. I escaped by a hair’s breadth.
My dad was devasted ( looking at his once vibrant daughter bleed from, the nose and ears with wounds all over her head, her neck almost broken, a tooth gone and worst still she lay in coma for eight days) My family cried blood and tears.
But at the end, God pulled me through. I reclined into my shell.
I was a funny person but I became more that was to hide my pain and scars from the world.
I found out I couldn’t be like this forever. I couldn’t stay in the dark forever. I came out and continued making friends but still when I walk in there dark and see guys behind me I still run. You can’t blame me you know
So here I am today alive, making memes and cracking jokes on Facebook but broken. Most times I wake up all sweaty and afraid, Nightmares don’t cease, I cry myself to bed. Only my pillow knows my pain..
The most pain is that I can’t even keep a relationship. One minute am good and happy and the next I don’t even know who I am again..
Why am I sharing this?
It took me a lot of courage to really come out…The pain never goes! Put your sister in her shoes before you think or raping or assaulting anyone. They’re never the same after that.
The pain lasts a lifetime