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On our way to the hotel, as we approached the roundabout at Ringroad there was a roadblock filled with Policemen.

I held my breath and hoped the Policemen would not flag us down.

"Take, put these in your bra." Calvin said as he passed his two smartphones to me.

I was already in hot soup and this guy wanted to implicate me? No way! I won't let him do what Broda did to me.

"It won't fit." I replied.

"Just try...put it in your shirt or wherever...just keep it hidden."

I shook my head vehemently.

"Bitcch! You would sleep on the streets this night, I'll make sure of that!"

He switched off the phones and threw them under the car seat.

The car slowed down as a police officer waved at us to stop. He parked under a street light.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest as 2 policemen walked to the vehicle. They took positions on both sides of the car.

"Good evening o." The chubby policeman with pot belly greeted cheerfully while the skinny one on the driver's side kept blinding our eyes with his flashlight.

"License and registration." The skinny policeman asked after he was done searching. The cab man handed the documents to him which he gave a quick glance before he returned it.

The skinny policeman pointed his flashlight at our faces again and asked us to step down from the car.

I trembled with fear as we stood at the side of the road.

"See fresh boy..." The chubby policeman grinned from ear to ear as he stared at Calvin.

"See as he skin smooth, I no sure say our sun dey beat am. "Na office work you dey do?" He sneered.

"I sell jewelries." Calvin's spoke with a shaky voice.

I silently prayed the Policemen focused on him alone and forget I was there.

The Policemen laughed out loud and some other officers gathered.

"Na your woman be this? She fine o...but why she no dress fine like you? You be stingy man?"

Questions flew from one officer to another, all directed at Calvin. The police asked for his phone but he insisted he didn't have it on him, after a hot slap from the skinny policeman. He finally broke down and confessed he was a 'Yahoo boy', he showed them where he hid the phones in the car.

They brought out his phones and switched it on while the others brought out his luggage from the trunk of the cab. While they were searching through his bags, they struggled amongst themselves to steal some of his items.

"Wetin be this?" One of the Policemen asked as he brought out a big brown envelope from Calvin's box. He didn't wait for an answer before he emptied the contents which turned out to be small clear wraps of whitish substance, there were about 15-20 of them.

"Iye meh! That one na kpurummiri!" Another policeman screamed.

The skinny policeman who had been standing next to Calvin all this while punched him in the face, it made me flinch. Calvin bent over and cried out in pains. He hit his back with a baton, Calvin's cries grew louder.

"Make we take carry am go station." The skinny policeman announced.

The other policeman hurriedly threw back in the items they had stolen, they zipped up the luggage and kept it into their van.

"Madam, you go follow us too." The skinny policeman said to me as he handcuffed Calvin.

I almost peed my pants. "Abeg na for park I meet..."

"Shut up! You go write statement when we reach station." The skinny policeman roughly took my hands and placed a handcuff on them.

"You are under arrest, anything you say here would be used against you in the court of law." He recited as he clicked the handcuffs.

As I felt the cold metal if the handcuffs against my wrists, Hot urine flowed down my Jean trousers.

Please forgive me for the late post I had a few issues I had to sort out. I'm here now

When we arrived at the station, We were taken behind the counter where we registered our details with a female police officer.

Our names were written boldly in chalk on a blackboard above the counter. Calvin was stripped down to his boxers, while my purse, sandals and jacket were taken away from me.

"She even get belle sef." The policewoman hissed. "Dem wan born another criminal, we get plenty room for cell."

Our statements were taken and I was led to a small cell which reeked of urine and faeces. The female officer locked the metal door behind me. I was the only one in the cell.

"Enjoy your stay in our hotel." She sneered before she left.

I sat down on the cold concrete floor and rested my back against the wall. There was no light in the cell and it was very cold.

I began to sob. What kind of bad luck did I run into? Was Broda haunting me from beyond? I would have slept in the park in peace. They would surely find out that I murdered Broda. I would be hanged. My mind raced with different thoughts.

The metal door clicked open and the skinny policeman walked in.

"Hello dear, hope the mosquitoes are not too much this night?" He asked as he stood above me.

"Please sir...I swear, I don't know him..."

"Shh...it's okay, I believe you."

"Ahh...thank you sir." I felt a bit elated and went on my knees to thank him.

"Get up." He said as he helped me up to my feet.

I began to feel suspicious, why was he being so nice?

"I read your statement myself and I know it is 100% true but the problem is that my colleagues think you are telling lies...and when the DPO hears of this tomorrow... hmm, I'm not sure he would be on your side o! He hates anything that has to do with drugs with passion, in fact, it is better you kill somebody than sell drugs! Once he hears of this, it is maximum prison straight!"

I swallowed hard. Murder plus drug peddling. I am finished, I thought.

"Please sir, help me...I am innocent." I pleaded. I didn't trust him but I had no other option.

He placed both hands on my shoulders.

"It's okay, calm down... Luckily for you, I am very close to the DPO. We are stepbrothers, anything I say he listens. I can help you convince him...you would go Scot free."

My heart skipped at his last words.

"Please do... abeg I can't go to jail."

"I will I like you too much." He raised one hand from my shoulder and used his fingers to brush my cheeks.

I shuddered at his touch. I couldn't pull away, I was at his mercy. I made up my mind to do anything to get out of prison.

He lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. His kiss was very sloppy and I cringed under him.

He lowered both hands to my breasts and began to squeeze them roughly. It hurt me as the pregnancy made my breasts sore but I couldn't complain.

"Be a good girl and I will help you out." He whispered as he turned me to face the wall.

He pulled down my trousers along with my panties. I heard him unbuckle his belt before he thrusted deep into my dry vagina without warning. He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.

"Shut up you this girl...you want the others to hear?" He said as he kept on with his deep thrusts.

I shut my eyes tight as my head kept on hitting the wall of the cell. I bit down on my lips and endured the pain until I felt him pour his seed into me then his phallus went limp.

"Good girl." He chuckled and slapped my bottom. "See you tomorrow." He said as he adjusted his trousers.

I turned back to see him walking out of the cell. "Oga, what about-"

I was shocked to see the chubby policeman walk in.

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Meeehn after a very long wait. hope all is well and settled now? be good

I knew it. I knew you will come back one day welcome back on board captain can we now start sailing the ship?


I hope you have settled the issues

Welcome back

But Pls easy on poor cherry

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I knew you will come back one day
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I hope you have settled the issues

Yes I have, thanks

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But Pls easy on poor cherry

Yes sir!

Two other officers came in that night. I wasn't surprised anymore. I resigned to my fate and let them do their 'business' without any resistance.

The skinny policeman returned with one sachet water which he offered to me to drink before taking me again.

When the metal door of the cell was finally locked, I coiled up in a fetal position and cried. I remembered what my Mama used to say, When some people sin their punishment comes fast, when others sin their punishment take years to come, some don't get punished at all until after death but the luckiest of the three are the ones who receive their punishment almost immediately, their punishment is usually the lightest.

I held on to Mama's words and it gave me hope.



The early morning sun rays burst through the holes of the metal door and warmed my skin. I hadn't slept a wink. My nose had already gotten used to the putrid smell of the cell. My throat was dry from thirst. I had semen from different men between my thighs. I was in a rough shape.

A few hours later, a woman dressed in an oversized blue dress opened up the cell and dropped a small bucket of water. She shut the door right after.

I took the bucket to the farthest corner of the cell and drank some water out of it first before I rinsed my face and hands.

The metal door opened again a few minutes later, this time it was another female police officer. She led me out to the DPO's office.

I began to shake like a leaf when I entered the DPO's office.

The DPO was an elderly man who looked like he was in his late 50s. I greeted him and he asked me to take a seat opposite him.

He asked me a few questions which I answered. I lied to him that I was a hairdresser in Lagos and I had come to Benin to hustle and start a new life as the father of the child in my womb had left me.

He asked of my family and who I lived with. I told him I was an orphan and I had cohabited with my boyfriend before coming down to Benin.

I didn't blink or flinch as I lied. I had practiced what to say the past night. The DPO stared hard at me and asked for the number of any of my neighbors in Lagos so he could confirm this. I had started calling out the number of Fatima, my friend from work before he asked me to stop.

"It's okay, we went through your phone and his and we saw that you two were not connected in anyway, you were only at the wrong place at the wrong time."

I placed my hands on my chest and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"She is free to go. Take her to the counter." The DPO ordered to the Policewoman who stood behind me the whole time.

I was given back my Jacket, Purse and Sandals at the counter. I signed where I was asked to before leaving the police station.

I saw a small kiosk opposite the gates of the police station. I was hungry but I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. I opened my purse to see how much I had left. All my money was gone.

Odoogu:
Meeehn after a very long wait.
hope all is well and settled now?
be good

Yes all is well. Thanks for asking

The policemen cleared the purse already

Thanks for the update

Nice to have you back. we will be expecting tons of update.

I'm loving this story. Good work op.

Welcome renderhelp. This cherry Sha ooo

Good to have you back. I am assuming something must have kept you away, but I hope all is well and you're fine now.
Thanks for the update (Yet to read though as I just saw it now and I'm at work but I'm sure it's another masterpiece)

Renderhelp:

Yes I have, thanks

welcome dear. I sent you a mail

Thank you all for having me back.

@leosmaria I can't access my mail

Welcome back Renderhelp dont disappear again ooo.

The bloody policemen had taken advantage of me in everyway! Water gathered in my eyes. I was frustrated. I began trekking to the junction.

"Things can't get worse." I kept on mumbling to myself. I didn't know anyone in Benin, I had no idea on where to go.

After trekking for almost an hour in the blazing sun, my legs grew tired and I went into a nearby shop. It was a small provision store. A short overweight man sat on a plastic chair at the front of the store as he fanned himself with a book.

"Good- Good afternoon sir." I curtsied as I greeted him.

As I looked around the store and saw the display of various food products my stomach rumbled.

The fat man looked at me suspiciously and frowned. "Wetin you wan buy?"

I concluded he was a stingy man and he would not give me anything without me paying. I chewed on my lower lip and asked anyway.

"Sir...I never chop anything since yesterday...I no get-"

"Madam you Sabi read?" He asked as he began to fan himself rapidly. I nodded slowly.

"Wetin you see for the signboard? Read am out!" He pointed out to a small blackboard placed on the floor at the entrance of the store.

"Sunny and sons company." I read out slowly.

"Dem write Sunny and sons charity for there?! Oya, vamoose!"

"Wetin be all this noise?" A female voice called out from inside the store. A small middle-aged woman slowly walked out of the store, she rubbed her eyes and yawned. She looked like she was just waking up from a nap.

"Honey, no bother yourself, na all these yeye beggars wey no gree find work. Them own na to chop people sweat." He said and hissed.

His wife looked me over with her sleepy eyes. I felt ashamed and turned to leave but she called me back.

Her husband objected but she offered me two sausage rolls and a chilled bottle of coke. She asked me to seat on a plastic chair opposite her husband and eat. Her husband kept on grumbling as I took each bite.

The woman handed me two 100 naira notes and I thanked her and her husband. I felt a bit relieved. I walked out of the store to continue my journey to nowhere.

I kept on thinking of where I would find food and shelter. I had become a destitute. Even if I got any job it would take a long time probably a months before I could raise enough money for an abortion. I had to get rid of the baby fast.

I asked in a few stores for work but they all have me negative answers. The sun got too hot and I went under a tree where some ladies were getting their hair done. The ladies were talking and laughing and they didn't notice me there. I sat on a thick root of the tree and sulked there.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder and I jerked at the touch, I had been lost in my thoughts. I looked up to see who touched me. It was one of the ladies who was getting her hair done. She was through and she looked like she was about to leave. Her friend was standing behind her.

"Babe, are you okay? I was greeting you."


I stared at her for a while. She had a beautiful honey brown complexion. Her new braids made her small face look fuller and also gave her a nice face lift. She had a small stature but with well rounded hips which made her look amazing in the tight dress she was wearing.

She snapped her well manicured nails at my face.

"Are you okay?" She asked again.

"Dina, make we dey go! I nor sure say she dey sound." Her friend called out from behind.

"I'm fine." I replied slowly.

Dina frowned. "Why are you here? Where are you going to?"

I wanted to lie but my voice froze. I started crying.

"It's okay...it's okay." Dina moved to help me stand up. She stepped back and covered her nose immediately when she got a whiff of my smell. I didn't get offended.

I stood up and lowered my face to the ground as tears continued to run down my face.

"Uhm sorry..." She said as she took off her hand from her nose. "Come with us first, there's a solution to every problem."

Her friend looked at her and frowned. "One day na so you go carry spirit follow body." She said and walked out on us.

"Don't mind her." Dina said and smiled at me. "Let's go." She took my hand in hers and led the way.

Missmossy:
Welcome back Renderhelp dont disappear again ooo.

Yes madam!

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Thank you all for having me back.
@leosmaria I can't access my mail

oh OK. so how do I contact you privately

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Check your mail

Good to be back on this thread

After staying with Dina and her friend, Lizzy who was also her roommate for a few days, I realised that they were prostitutes.

They took me into their one bedroom apartment. Lizzy softened up to me later and they both treated me kindly. I opened up to them about my dilemma. I didn't mention anything about Broda though. They promised to take care of me the best way they could.

I didn't want to be a liability so I pleaded with them to help me find a job and also lend me some money to get an abortion which I promised to pay back. Lizzy and Dina refused to lend me any money for an abortion, they didn't want to get into trouble.

I spent weeks trying to find a job but I couldn't get any. Benin city wasn't as industrial as Lagos and most of the low paying jobs were taken. I even tried doing odd jobs like washing people's clothes around Dina's neighborhood but it wasn't successful as most women were full time housewives.

I grew frustrated as weeks rolled into months and I was still not able to save up enough money for the abortion.

When I was 6 months pregnant, Dina and Lizzy took me to a nearby hospital to register me for antenatal which I never cared to attend once. I always prayed the baby came out a still birth.

There was a small table top fridge in the room in which Dina and Lizzy kept alcoholic drinks, when they were not around I would drink a lot, hoping it would harm the baby.

Dina and Lizzy usually went out at nights and weekends, when they were around, they spent most of the time sleeping or doing drugs. I wasn't close to them and I felt so alone and depressed. My life seemed stagnant.

I spent most of my days cursing Broda and hoped he was burning in hell. I missed Mama and Nkiru but I was too ashamed to return home in this condition.

One Monday evening, Dina and Lizzy returned from one of their weekend trips. I was surprised to see they came back with baby things. They had bought a baby's bath tub set, clothes and some other things the baby would need. I thanked them but I didn't feel happy about it, they should have just given me the money to get an abortion, I thought.

They saw I wasn't happy and they tried to encourage me, I faked a smile just so they would let me be.

On a Friday night, I was in the room alone as usual when my contractions started. I checked the time and it was 8pm, I was about to grab the hospital bag Dina had arranged for me and rush down to the hospital but something struck my mind.

I locked the room door and laid on the bed, the contractions were still small, I tried to take my mind off it by reading a novel which worked at first.

After about 10 minutes, Sweat began rolling down my forehead and the room seemed to get hotter. I pulled off my clothes and tied a wrapper around my chest. I wanted to run into the bathroom at the back of the house but I was scared our neighbors might see me.

As my contractions grew stronger, I began pacing the room. The pain felt terrible, it was like my abdomen was on fire and my waist would split into two. I gritted my teeth and cursed Musa the bloody coward.

My water finally broke and the contraction that came with it was the worse so far. I almost screamed but I bit down on my tongue and let out a deep groan instead.

"Broda, God will punish you...let the fire in hell be 10 times hotter for you." I kept on saying.

I felt a sharp pain between my legs, I placed my hand there and felt the baby's head. I began to panic. I went into a squat and held on to the dressing table. I did my best not to scream until the baby's full body slid out to the floor.

The placenta came out right after and I stood up to see the tiny baby lying in a pool of blood and some clear liquid substance on the floor. It was a boy.

The baby was crying loudly. I grabbed a pillow from the bed and pressed it over his face, his tiny arms and legs flapped and kicked wildly. I closed my eyes and pressed down harder.

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