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DURKU! that's what she called the place. It's a small village from where we were to board a jeep that will take us across the border into Libya.
After raping us all, madam UC pleaded with the leader to drop us at durku. He refused at first, they even left. She had began to sob when they suddenly pulled up beside us again. "Na because say you corporate oooo, but Na only three persons we fit carry, unless one person go enter booth" he announced.
I've never seen madam UC that grateful. She knelt countlessly in appreciation, later, she took IJ aside. After some minutes they returned and she told him that I J has agreed to manage the booth.

The car gave no problem this time around, it kept speeding while they kept arguing on football. I kept imagining how IJ must be feeling.
When we got to Durku, reality dawned on us, it was impossible for us to board a jeep. All our cash and valuables were gone, courtesy of our helpers who raped us. She had us wait inside one abandoned hut while she kept moving around asking everyone for help. She kept returning with bad news. It's either she muttered "No show", "dem no gree" or "I'm fed up" whenever she returned. By the second day we had no choice but to drink from the stagnant water in front of the hut. You just go there, bend down and sip it, come back in and sit back down on the ground with your back against the wall. We had gotten too hungry and tired to gist, all we did was think, drink the dirty water and sleep. At a point my sister, madam UC and ij began vomiting. I could not afford to expend energy on crying. We remained that way till one morning (the third day). Two men walked into the hut and summoned madam UC outside. We could see her kneeling and pleading with them but we didn't know what she was pleading for this time around. We kept watching the scene with questions running through our minds - were we in trouble? Are we getting raped again? Will they help us? etc

After some time they left, she came back inside then said, "Dem say they go fit carry only me go so I got fit cross go bring money then come back come carry una. I beg them make una follow me say I go pay once we enter Libya but dm no gree. We no get choice, una go wait for me make I go then come back come carry una"
"When will you return? " I inquired. She promised to return the next day, IJ asked her why she couldn't return that same day, she informed us that it was a four hour journey and that when she gets there, she will have to wait till it's dark before she could cross- to avoid being caught by the immigration officers. She told us that it was all going to be over in no time. Advised us to remain indoors and calm just as we've been, then left. I moved closer to my sister and cuddled her in tears.

The sun set and rose, it was the D-day. She should be back today. We took turns in stepping outside the hut to look out for her. We gisted a little that day because the hope gave us energy. By dusk one of the two men arrived. We all stood up at the sight of him, we were anticipating a let's go from him, instead he informed us that madam UC was caught by the border patrol yesterday and had been thrown into jail. My sister collapsed before he could finish talking, ij and the other one broke down in tears while I got busy sprinkling water on her face to wake her. To my amazement, the man took off.

After I awoke her, I asked them a rhetorical question, what do we do? After a while IJ stood up and announced that she was going to beg for food and seek help, then she left.
"This is it!" I said to myself, "it's better we follow her oooo! " I told my sister who reminded me of the danger. "Should we now sit here and die?"

To be continued

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A few hours later our car broke down. The scorching sun was merciless on us. Everybody kept to her water can while the driver was busy with it. He had convinced us that it will be up and running in a jiffy. In a matter of minutes, my gown had become soaked, likewise everybody. Madam UC lamented, "you drivers are too mischievous, I asked you before paying if you are certain that this car is in good condition, you said yes. Now, look at this" she kept pacing around the car and checking her wristwatch.

Two hours on, he was now pacing and looking at his phone screen. He said he'll have to call his mechanic friend. Suddenly Madam UC exploded, "this man you're very stupid, l believe you're trying to rob us and I'm sure this car is in good condition" He also got angry and replied annoyingly. Consequently, a quarrel broke out between them. we gathered behind her and began assisting her in the duel.
"Girls we have to trekk, this man is a thief, he wants to rob us. Let's be on our way before he reaches his friends!" She announced. She took her handbag, handed it over to me, then we set out. Looking forward I got convinced that the journey will be endless, I believe that was how my colleagues felt but who are we to complain. We followed her like sheep following their Shepherd. Although she kept assuring us that the journey only looks endless but it is actually a little distance. "Just a little more and we'll meet other drivers that will carry us" she kept voting.
The fact that the sun has begun to set gave us a relief, but the fact that we were in possession of no torch except madam UC's phone which had no torch was horrifying. She kept cursing the driver and complaining about the lack of torch. She drank her water once in few hours while we kept drinking and pouring ours on our heads every minute.

Ijeoma had ran out of the water by the time we sat down to rest. Madam UC noticed it and shared her own with her. "We'll continue by ten, so you can sleep if you want to," she said, recollecting the fact that the ground was hot she added, "just pour water on the spot you want to lie down, we'll soon get to refill the cans, just two or three hours more"
While others slept, I and madam UC kept sitting. I was wondering what could possibly happen while she was looking in the direction we came from. Suddenly she sighed, then said, "I knew it, wake the others it, the thieves are here", instead of giving me hope the light from the car gave me heartache. "Aunty, what do we do?" asked Idowu. She was silent a while before replying, "we have nowhere to run, let's pray they don't rape us". The news came to me as a shock, we kept staring at the approaching car. It was exactly that situation when doom is about to happen to you and all you could do was anticipate the possible damage it might cause.

As the car oozed to a stop before us we began to cry because the countenance of the men that were stepping out of it assured us of getting raped. "Oga this thing you did no good, I knew it," said madam UC to the driver. He told she'll lose her life if she spoke again. "Everybody remove your clothes!" Bellowed the shortest among them. "Again?" I whispered as I zipped down. "You no Dy hear!?" The driver asked madam UC. She sighed, then began to strip. They packed everything thing on the car bonnet, the driver and one of them began to search the pockets of every dress. They announced to the short one that they found only three hundred thousand cefas inside madam UC's handbag. "So you have buried the remaining abi?" he asked madam UC. We didn't burry anything abeg, that is all we have" she answered.

"No wahala, Oya lie down!" he ordered her. "Oga abeg, Na beg I Dy beg, Biko just take the money, Biko" she pleaded. "You Sabi as we Dy do am madam, abeg lie down make I do comot here". He slept with her a little, then asked me to lie down. I obeyed without delay, while I watched as the others took turns in raping madam UC. Then it dawned on me that the boss must go first before the others. Which means we shall all suffer the same fate she was suffering. Within a matter of minutes, we all had someone on us. I heard madam UC saying, "easy oga!" to one of them. I looked in my sister's direction, shame overwhelmed me when her gaze met mine. The tears on her face dehumanized me, I closed my eyes in regret.

To be continued
Ade Richards
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We arrived at Niamey (Niger's capital) at exactly 7 pm. We trekked about two kilometers to where she said her Friend lives. The woman was around six feet tall, hefty and has a very bright complexion. They exchanged greetings and afterwards marched us into a bungalow. She has an exotic house and from the look of things she is rich. They told us to take turns in taking our bath in the guest room's bathroom. She even gave us new blouses to change with. Our mood lightened up when we were invited to the dinning table. We were served fried rice and chicken. Her benevolence came as a surprise to us, unlike the other one who left us in a dirty bar where we got raped.

"Girls" she began, "first of all let me commend you for taking a step towards making it in life. You see, life is not a bed of roses, to make it is not easy. I was just like you in the year 2001, I spent twenty years working for my madam before she finally freed me. Your madam here is even nice, she offers ten years in as much as she has to run away by her twenty-fifth year of working for her madam. There is nothing much in this thing, people keep saying rubbish about going to Italy but is it not better than sleeping with broke people in Nigeria? Although ashawo no be work but life gives us no other choice. It's all about the money, after you have made it and have money will people mind what you did ? They will even associate with you. See me now, I have five houses, four in Nigeria, and one here. And as you can see I'm enjoying my life. What else do I need in life? Although I'm not married but what will men offer you? They will start commanding you and telling you that they're the man of the house, I don't care about marriage, any time I feel like I find a man to ....you know what I mean" at this, they both laughed, then she continued "so when you get there don't betray your madam ooo! , Don't run away with a man oooo! They will ask you to run away with them, claiming they love you, then when you do, they will start using you as their sex slave, they will lock you up in a room, bring countless number of men to sleep with you and they will film it all and sell it to pron companies. If you refuse, they will call the police . And when they're tired of you they will throw you out, so serve your madam well, when you complete your ten years she will give you the connection you need and you too will start making money. Hope you all heard me!? "

"Yes Ma!" we echoed.

She then asked us to go sleep so as to get enough rest for the journey ahead. As we retired to the room, confidence and hope was evident on our faces. Finally, I and my sister talked as we lay side by side on the rug. She was the first to sleep off, having no urge to sleep, I lay there thinking about my old helpless mother who we've left behind and my boyfriend Chucks. I wished that her sister, Iya Rachael will take her to her place as soon as possible and assume responsibility of taking care of her. I vowed to call her immediately I get the chance, then I remembered Chucks' advice, he had warned me not to embark on this journey, he was very caring and to be honest, he gave me all I ever needed and always promised to send me back to school once he starts working ( he was a corper then). Obviously his advice fell on deaf ears as my sister- who was the first to meet madam UC made sure she convinced me, giving me instances of a lot of girls that have gone to Italy and are sending money to their parents. "Even that small ogechi have built a duplex for her mother" she kept saying.

Madam UC"s tap woke me up, she kept shouting oya!! Oya! Oya! I could remember my sister going into the bathroom, madam UC asked her what she was up to, " I want to bath" she replied. She gave a little laugh and told her to tag along. Her Friend stood by the door wishing us safe journey as we marched into the dark morning.
By the time the sun rose, we were staring at an endless sea of sand through the window of a golf. The view was the same on both sides , it was terrifying.

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