Friends Pls Read:
“What would you do, when
the one you hate the most is
the one you love?” I remember
very clearly that
day that ruined my life, the
day I’d for ever curse. The
26th of July, 2008. I was having
my 2nd
semester exams. There was
this ‘cramming rush’. LOL.
Read as hard as you can and
forget every single thing
once you drop your pen. I
decided to study in the
school library, my room
mates weren’t even catching
the exam fever. The three of
them were busy talking
about the party they were going
for that night and all
the other dirty details. Such
raw, un-tamed girls! “Amy, Titi,
Grace, I’m going
to read. I’d see you guys in
the evening.” Amy and Titi
nodded. Grace, with her ibo –
filled
accent, shouted, “So ya not
going for the pool party
ehn? You’re so uptight! Na
you kill Jesus? Abi wetin?” I
played the ‘deaf and dumb’ role
at that moment and left
the room. Lord have mercy! The
library was a 20 minutes
walk from my hostel so I
didn’t bother taking a bike. I
got there at exactly 5pm.
Goodness me! I had loads of
books to read! I remember
flipping some pages before
dozing off…. I raised my head,
still dizzy.
Everywhere was pitch-
black! I shouted, “Hello!” and
all I heard was the echo of
my own voice. It was then
it dawned on me, I was the only
one left in the library.
Damn, it was 11:30pm! I packed
my books hurriedly
and raced out of the library.
My heart was in my mouth.
The thought of being outside
at that ungodly hour, in a
place that was known for crime
and the sorts, sent
shivers down my spine. My
heart was dancing in my
chest. I ran as fast as I could! I
was passing a bush path,
just a stone throw from my
hostel when I felt two big,
rough hands on my
shoulders. Before I could
even think of screaming, he
covered my mouth and
slapped me senseless. I was
dragged into the bush,
almost lifeless, gagged and
blindfolded. I never saw his face,
but I do
remember him taking away
my virginity, forcing himself
into me with all the brutality
you can ever think of. My name
is Gbemi and I was
raped at 18.
………………………………………………….. I
lived with the memory of
that night throughout my
university days.
Nightmares… Recalling the
way I was dragged with my
hair, and stripped me of my
innocence. His drunken voice,
telling me to be quiet. His big
hands, handling my breasts
wickedly, forcing my legs
apart. He tore my thigh
deeply with his knife as he was
trying to rip off my
jeans. I remember it all… Its
been six years since then.
With the help of God and my
family, I gradually got over
the incident. I’ve dated a
number of guys, and I
showed them ‘hell’ ! I vowed
never to let any man
touch me, never to get
married…. Till I met Tade. We
worked in the same
department at a bank here in
Abuja. I initially tried all I
could to avoid him, because I
noticed I always had tingles
in my belly anytime our eyes
locked. He would smile
and I’d blush. Very odd
feeling. I knew I was falling
in love. *sigh* I convinced
myself that it was going to
pass… But it didn’t, so I let all my
fears fly away. Tade was
everything a lady
could ever wish for.
Handsome, wonderful sense
of humour… I had never felt
so loved in my entire life. He
was very reserved, always
respecting my views and
choices. He never asked me
for sex, never even made an
attempt to. I loved this man
fiercely! I wanted to have
his children, I loved him too
much… But there was something
about Tade I couldn’t quite
place a finger on. I knew
something was wrong but I
didn’t know what it was.
Sometimes, I’d catch him staring
at me with a
confused look. I thought it
was just the normal “pre-
wedding fever” as we were
getting married soon. I was
wrong… Our wedding was
glamorous. It worked out as
planned, was even better.
The joy in my heart when he
said “I DO” was inexplicable!
The remaining parts of wedding
were just blurs to
me, all I was thinking about
was our wedding night. I
still had not had sex, I was
nervous. Yes, after all the
partying,
we went to our new home.
We were quite tired, sure.
But as expected, your
wedding night shouldn’t be a
night to sleep. Our’s was very
eventful. He carried me to our
room.
My heart was pounding. I
remember him looking me in
the eyes, telling me he loved
me. He was undressing me,
nobody spoke. For the first time
in my life I saw a naked
man. I was quite alarmed by
the size of his manhood.
OMG!! He laid me on the bed,
kissing
me. Flashes of that night
flooded back. I had to tell
him, I just had to. I was
about to speak when he
suddenly froze. “What’s wrong?”
No reply.
His eyes widened as he
touched the scars on my
right thigh. “Tade?” All he
said was, “Where did you
get those scars? How? When?” I
started
stammering, “I… I’ve always
wanted to tell you, but I
didn’t know how. I was
raped a long time ago. Tade?
Please….” I told him everything.
Tade was crying. I felt
stupid. I started begging
him, I wanted to touch him,
but he was moving away.
And alas, he said these
words that I’d never forget, “I’m
sorry Gbemi. I’m so
sorry, why did it have to be
you? Karma has cut me
deeply. Why did it have to
be you?” I didn’t understand
what he meant. “Shhh! What are
you saying?” He knelt on
the floor, amidst tears, he
said, “It was me, it was
meee! I was a drunkard and
a rapist. It was me. You
were the only one I cut with that
knife. I remember
clearly, I’m not …..” I didn’t hear
the rest. My
world came crashing down
before my very eyes. I
passed out on that spot. As I
speak, I’m in a
psychiatric ward. They think
I’m insane because all I shout
all day is, “What would you do,
when
the one you hate the most is
the one you love?”

See this from Emeka profile on Facebook and I decided to share it, as it is soul touching.
What is your take on the story? https://facebook.com/100000258655362/timeline/story?

sexkillz: Nice script. . . Should make a good movie.

This exactly what some respondents are saying on Facebook. In fact, some have even termed it a movie running episodes.

This is super story! NA wah oh! U've got no option.