Authored by OGAGA_bleeds
DISCLAIMER: This story is a strict work of fiction that emanated from the imagination of the author. Any real life names, institutions, city or personalities used is not a direct or indirect effort to paint an express image of such person and any resemblance is a fictional coincidence.
Note: All cult names and proceeds used are also imaginary and does not point to any cult or cults.
IN THE LAND OF RUGGED MEN
“`Jane was asked to get up and seat down and explain vividly her ordeal and possible descriptions of her rapists.
“It was on the night of the fresh men matriculation. I was returning from the church and decided to take the shorter route that led to my house. All of a sudden a guy with white beret appeared from the bush part. I was terrified that I stepped back. Only to barge on another guy with a white singlet behind me and before I knew what was happening a gun was on my head asking me to keep shut unless I wanted to be shot. One of the guy that was very muscular took me on his shoulders. My plea and my struggling were futile and they both took turns in raping me,” Jane said as she sobbed. The Queen that was seated beside her with her stick of cigarette patted her and calmed her.
“Babe calm down okay. Virtually everyone here has a story to tell some bitter than yours.” “The bottom line is as far as you are willing to comply with the rules of the Stainless Sisters Confraternity you will be protected and your vengeance you will get,” the Queen said and reassured her.
“I will do anything,” she said bitterly with courage. “All I want is vengeance. I need vengeance.”
“Do not forget that whomsoever that wants to trend the part of vengeance must first dig two graves,” the Queen said looking into her to see fear or doubt.
“Give me shovel let me start digging then,” Jane said.
“Hahahaha… I love her spirit,” one of the girls addressed as last born chipped in.
“Good. On thursday come to this place before six O’clock.” “Okay ma,” Jane said and they parted ways.
Back at the Orua’s house the fight has been fierce wether or not the pregnancy should be kept or terminated. Freedom and faith shared a common opinion while their mother and God shared the same opinion. The tussle continued till Faith was restricted from going out.
“Mummy. Wether you approve of it or not I will do that which is on my mind and that is getting rid of this. Leave me to God to judge, Faith barked at her angry mother.
“When did you allow the devil to build a house in you? You would do no such thing. Henceforth you are forbidden from leaving house. I am your mother and it is my duty to instruct you on what to do. You will not do it.” Those were the words of her mother.
As days turned into weeks and weeks were birthing months her stomach was adding size and her overall body she was getting ready for motherhood but deep within her she wasn’t getting ready any bit. Freedom has returned to school a saddist though he was always back at home every weekend. Their mother in a bid to keep the family running has resumed her almost collapsing bread supply business and Faith has been relieved of the confinement as she seemed to had relented on her plans of terminating the baby. The pregnancy was almost two and a half months already.
On a particular Saturday, as usual Mrs. Orua was in the Cross River axis of the South Southern Nigeria supplying bread and Freedom was preparing to come home for the weekend. Unknowingly, Faith was also having her plans.
Freedom entered the compound at the late morning and early afternoon. He paused at the gate for a while before stepping inside. He knocked on the barricade at the house entrance for some minutes without any response from the inside. He resorted to using his own spare key. He opened the lock and proceeded to the door. Fortunately it wasn’t locked he opened it and went in. The television was on but no one was in the parlor watching it. He walked off to the kitchen and grabbed an already served plate of rice and took a bottle of malt from the freezer as he returned to the parlor. As he walked past the lobby entrance he thought he had heard a sound. Which made him pause for a while. He decided to walk on and the voice came again but this time more distressed and pained.
He had confirmed it was her sister but what could it be? He rushed as he legs could carry him and got to the entrance of her room. Her door was opened and her blood soaked hand was stretched out from the door. At this sight Freedom allowed the plate of rice and a bottle of malt in his hands to drop to the ground not minding if they break. He rushed down as fast as his legs could carry him. Only to behold a track of blood leading from the bed side to the toilets and back to where she was lying. With the blood tracks it was evident she has been dragging her self on the ground till her strength failed her.
Freedom was so confused what he didn’t know was the cause and what he could do. After pacing for few seconds that seemed like forever he lifted her on his shoulders and ran out straight up to the road. He ran on as he could only get a tricycle or cab at the main road. By God’s grace and mercy they arrived at a private hospital not far from their houseband straight up to the emergency unit.“`
Episode 13 soon!!!