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aprilwise:
Thanks for the update back to back updates. What do you want for Christmas?

uchesmith14:
What do u want for Christmas? @SheWrites

favch:
wow, I love the sound of that,*after the storm*
can't wait to see that moment, well-done ma'am

SheWrites:
No wahala.
The PDF format of the story will be created once am done typing. And after I have posted the complete story here... (before literature nairalanders will eat me raw)

Then I will refer interested readers to buy it on Okadabooks or simply go and read it on Bambooks.

Oh ye bloggers that carry people's stories and post it on your blogs.
Do not fail to credit me o.
And do tell your people to get their copy of the story on Okadabooks.
*winks*

SheWrites:
SASSY AND SLAYING: DIARY OF A SINGLE NAIJA BABE

Episode 15


Dear Diary,

20th, February 2016.

It’s Saturday. It’s noon to be precise. The sun is hiding within the dark clouds and I fear it might rain soon. I don’t care whether it rains or not. I don’t care what happens to the weather. I don’t care about the happy laughter that keeps floating into my apartment through the opened window. The noise is definitely from Itoro and Timi’s apartment. The live-in couple have started their usual lovey-dovey again.

I am here, lying on my bed, coiled up, and feeling violated, bruised physically and emotionally wrecked. Friday night was the worst night of my life. It was more terrible than the night Korede took advantage of me. It was way worse than that night, that awful day I was drugged and raped.

Friday night, that was yesterday... I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t close my eyes. Every time I do, I see his face. Remember I told you that I was going to Nasir’s flat to collect my flash drive. I told him to help me download some movies on it when he came to my apartment to ask me for condiments. I left my apartment around half past ten or so. I met Cassandra and Itoro outside, gossiping as usual. Cassandra followed me like a puppy dog and asked where I was going. I was surprised. What was her business? When did she become a monitoring spirit?!

I told her that I wanted to collect my flash drive from Nasir and immediately, her expression changed. I could see the fear in her eyes. Something was wrong with this girl, but I was too impatient to find out. She told me not to go. She advised me, telling me to wait till morning. She said he would end up returning my flash drive once he didn’t see me.

How I wished I had listened to her. I ignored her advice and went to ring the doorbell at Nasir’s door. While I pondered on why Cassandra was afraid of the guy, Nasir opened the door and invited me in.

I told him that I would wait outside. Since I have been living in this compound, I have never gone into anyone’s apartment. Weird, right? I didn’t want the familiarity jare. And I prefer my private space a lot.

The guy told me that my flash drive was almost full. The last movie he was downloading on it needed a few more minutes. So, I had to wait. Against my own rules, against my better judgement, I went into Nasir’s flat.

His space was like mine, but his had a lot of expensive gadgets. An 80-inch flat screen LCD television, two leather seats, a king sized bed, a classy wardrobe, and I am sure his restroom and kitchen were equally equipped.

What does this guy do for a living? Where does he get all the money to live large? I was more than curious.

I sat down on one of the leather seats and he set a plate of fried spicy chicken laps and potato chips on a stool in front of me, then placed a pack of chilled orange juice right beside it.

When I saw the 80% icon on his laptop, I knew I had enough time to eat before my movies finished downloading. I dug into the food. Nasir chatted me up while I ate. I was happy when I saw the 100% icon on the laptop. My movies were fully downloaded! My weekend was so set. I collected the flash and kept it in my jeans pocket.

When I was done eating, I thanked him and got up to leave, but Nasir told me that I didn’t need to be in a hurry. The next thing I knew; he was all over me! Touching and kissing me!

Was this guy mad? Has he lost his marbles or something? What does he take me for? Was it because he downloaded some movies for me? So many thoughts ran through my mind.

Abeg, abeg, abeg. He better collect his movies. I don’t want it again. Biko!

In the next two, three seconds, I slapped him like three times! What rubbish! I headed for the door, but he grabbed me by the hand and slapped me back! Twice!
I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect him to hit me. I was more than shocked. My cheeks burned from the effect of the slaps. The slaps knocked me off my feet and I saw stars. I collapsed on the leather settee. At this point, my eyes were spinning. I could barely see clearly.

Nasir increased the volume of his television and the rejected useless excuse of a man pinned me to the leather seat and tried to unzip my jeans. The night Korede defiled me, flashed across my mind. I screamed and started to fight Nasir off. I scratched him in the face and bit his ear.

He got angry. He slapped me again and punched my shoulders. The blows weakened my arms to the extent that I couldn’t lift them up again. I felt paralyzed. I began to cry. Then I started to beg him, but, my pleas fell on his deaf ears.

He succeeded in unzipping my jeans. He pulled it down and kicked my legs apart! I began to scream again. I was hoping that someone would hear me. I wanted someone in our compound to hear me. Cassandra and Itoro were outside, maybe they would hear me. But the loud music drained my voice.

Nasir lifted my blouse and began to play with my coconuts. He squeezed and squashed them. He hurt me with his every touch. He drew out his cucumber from his pair of blue shorts and drove into my honey pot! I shouted and screamed till I lost my voice. The devil incarnate was on top of me for the longest time. He was pounding and grinding and panting as if he wanted to die on top of me. I wish he did.

When he was satisfied, he released all over me. He got up and went into the restroom. I tried to get up, but I fell back on the settee. I tried again, and staggered to my feet. I held my unzipped jeans with one hand and adjusted my loose blouse with the other. I made my way out of Nasir’s apartment and went straight to mine.

I called my elder sister and she advised me not to change or take my bath. I waited for her and she got to my place around past eleven. She came with a male friend.

He drove us to the nearest police station and we made a statement. The male officers at the police station kept on abusing me. They said it was my fault. Can you imagine these men who swore to protect us?

A female police officer attended to me and she followed us to a nearby hospital. Nasir’s semen was taken out of my honey pot and the doctor confirmed that the bruises in my honey pot were consistent with the case of rape.

We returned to the station immediately. Thank God a superior officer was around. The officer ordered these police men, the same ones that were raining insults on me, to follow me back to my apartment and arrest Nasir. These officers came to my compound and arrested Nasir. The guy was just smiling. He was totally unremorseful.

My sister and her friend left, but, I couldn’t sleep. I was wide awake till the sun rose. This morning, when I went to check on the clothes I put on the clothing lines, I saw Nasir strolling into the compound. Fear gripped me! How? He behaved as if he didn’t see me. I was shocked and really scared. Who released him? Who set that rapist free?

I ran back to my apartment, locked the door and called my elder sister. She told me that the female police officer that helped us last night, called her and informed her that Nasir had been released.

The useless boy had a big god in the police force. He made his living as a gigolo. He slept with very influential women all around town and whenever he was in trouble, they always came to his rescue.

I was devastated. I wasn’t Nasir’s first rape victim. There have been others. The female police officer told my sister that she doubted if the boy would ever stop, but she was sure that he would meet his water loo soon that he expected.

My elder sister advised me to call my taxi driver friend and go to our mum’s place to spend the weekend. She was able to discern my traumatic state. She knew the agony I was suffering, staying in the same house with the guy that raped me.

There is a knock on my door, diary. I think it is my taxi driver. Give me a moment diary. I will keep on writing once I get to mumsie’s place.

Hmmmm....

I am back. It’s Saturday night. I am at my mum’s place. My elder sister and brother just left a moment ago. When my mum got to know about what Nasir did to me, she called a lawyer friend of hers. The guy took up my case and in less than three hours, he called back.

He advised us to drop the case because of the influential women behind Nasir. Those women were dangerous and they had already killed two of Nasir’s victims!

Nasir’s lawyer sent me 500k as compensation. What’s with these people and their mentality that money can erase their offence? Mumsie was angry. She wanted justice, but, her lawyer friend advised us to let it go.

My elder sister and brother were not happy too. But, as at now, we have spent 4ook out of the five hundred thousand naira I was given as compensation. I wonder what my family would have done if I had told them about Korede. I wonder what they would have done to the 5million naira compensation money in my account.

I didn’t really care about the money. I wanted justice, but it seemed like I might never have that because of the people behind Korede and Nasir. God punish both of them!

I wonder if Cassandra was one of Nasir’s rape victims. I so wished I had listened to her.

For the next few days, I won’t be stepping a foot in that my compound. I fear that I might kill Nasir in his sleep if I ever see him again.

I might as well enjoy mumsie’s pampering for the time being.

I am yawning diary. Got to get some sleep now. I hope I will be able to sleep tonight.

Night night...

Chukapage:
WTF? why are you always raped? Don't you have some rugged brother? I'm pissed right now!The law can't solve everything but the streets definitely solves most! Two bullets would have actually done the job if you were my sister just two bullets in the dark with volumes up!

Chukapage:
WTF? why are you always raped? Don't you have some rugged brother? I'm pissed right now!The law can't solve everything but the streets definitely solves most! Two bullets would have actually done the job if you were my sister just two bullets in the dark with volumes up!

Oovi5:
You had to qoute everything just to write this? Nawa!

Streetmade:
Maybe I should just give you one bullet for quoting a whole update

SheWrites:
*hugs*

Chukapage:
lol Bros no vex para been dey my blood

SheWrites:
New Story...
Will start updating after my dad's burial.
Shalom!

Smallboy01:
Intriguing story, i must confess your storyline is pinpoint.
I Wanna ask a question, "IS THIS DIARY FROM YOUR REAL LIFE STORY OR PURELY FICTION?

Chukapage:
funny thing is the moment korede entered the picture I just knew that somehow wether rape or consensual something nasty was going to happen I predicted it ,it happened if to sey na bet now I don cash out

Laeroy:
@SheWrites bless my children and I for Christmas...

Simeonjoe1:
This story na gbege o e pass nollywood ... From one tragedy to another,
Sometimes you wonder if people love this kind lives

schendy:
Well done @OP,

My observations though ", why rape everytime?, I want to believe if you have been raped once, you would fight with the mindset of "if I perish, I perish, this rubbish won't repeat itself" when you find yourself in another rape situation.

What happened to kicking his balls very hard, hitting his head with plate he served you chicken with, dipping fingers deeply into his eye and ripping the eyeballs out......etc.
........just thinking out loud........

Elipsis:
Im curious. Is this a true life story? If this is true, Nwakego is one brutally messed up lady.

Munzy14:
How much u give seun and his team...
Back to back FP every 2-3months...

ukaface:
Nawa o
This girl has gone through a lot,at some point,I blamed her,at another I felt pity for her.Nawa o.

That her pussy go Don be like well o, is she the only one? Abi she carry ' rape me' or 'torment me ' signboard for head.shuuuuu
She should hurry and go for deliverance o

SheWrites:
Hahahahhaaa...
Na God o...

Smallboy01:
Intriguing story, i must confess your storyline is pinpoint.
I Wanna ask a question, "IS THIS DIARY FROM YOUR REAL LIFE STORY OR PURELY FICTION?

importantperson:
See the way i rush, i think say food don land