DATE RAPE III - END

On waking up she found herself in a pool of her own blood. Cold shivers ran down her spine. As she began to scream, Ibrahim's friend strolled into the room with a smirk on his face. When she enquired of him why she had blood stains all over her dress and on the bedsheets, he suggested that perhaps she was on her period. He also informed her that Ibrahim had gone to do his weekly worship at the mosque since it was a friday.
Offered some new clothes and a chance to freshen up in the bathroom. Tope felt so weak and sensed something was wrong although she couldn't place a finger on it. Before she left, his friend brought a pail of water, asked her to dip her hands into it and swear that she was never going to mention the incidence to anyone lest she was going to die. Confused, she dipped her hands into the pail and swore never to repeat it to anyone.
Tope never saw Ibrahim again.
His sister informed her that he had traveled back to Canada.
The pains she felt in her heart of hearts could have given her a high blood pressure. When she tried ti contact him on Facebook, he blocked her. His number was unreachable. She missed him.
Six months down the line, her feet began to swell, frequent urination, serious migraines and cramps in her belly. Her father decided to call the family doctor.
FFWD to after the family doctor left.
All hell let lose that day.
They said she was pregnant!
Yes! Pregnant!
The doctor had done everything and finally, a pregnancy test with a PTT.
Tope couldn't understand by what means she became pregnant. Was it a spiritual pregnancy? How come she couldn't remember how this came about?
Her father, unable to bear the shame, threw her out of his house a few weeks later. A friend of her mom took her in after her mom pleaded with her. The answers to all the questions eluded her. Why had Ibrahim not contacted her ever since? Why was there so much blood on the bed that day? Why? What? Why? How? Was all she could think about during the last trimester of her pregnancy.
On account of the traumatic times, Tope gave birth prematurely. It was only a miracle that she being 15 years and the baby survived the cesarean session.
Life after child birth was uneasy. Her mom's friend could no longer put up with Tope. Tope was gradually losing the nuts in her head, she became untidy and most often neglected the welfare of her child. So Tope's mother decided to rent a flat for her. That was the point she brought Tope to me.
I suggested a psychiatric hospital to her mother for Tope, and that she had agreed to do.
But Tope as it were couldn't stay in a place. The psychological trauma was becoming worse day after day. Then finally, she took to the streets.

This was her story. The story Tope herself narrated to me in her few moments of sanity in insanity.

It's a shame to tell us today that as i write to you, Tope is six feet below the ground.

She refused to live with me and whilst walking on the streets, a hit and run vehicle hit her. She Summersaulted into a gutter and in the process, her baby who was strapped to her back hits its head on the pavement —cranium cracked. Both 'child' and child died on the spot — the same day.


Eccl 9:3
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