JhummieOOZ

... She smiled as she had gotten few steps away from the gate, she took out her phones, both batteries were flat, she got a little bit disappointed but after all she could knock on the gate... She knocked and knocked endlessly, there was no response. Then,  she began to fear that the sound from the persistent knocks might get the attention of the watchmen around and that might lead to another unwanted scenario.        Tears flowed from her eyes as she hoped that God would make someone hear her. She decided to knock again but this time, for the last time, she decided that if she didn't get a response this time around, she would just sleep in one of the stalls around.  *knock, knock, knock!!!* lo, there was a response and from her uncle, thank God! She sighed.         Gosh!  She had just realized she had just two hours to the time she had to prepare to go get what she had come for, she quickly sipped the hot tea and prepared to ...

                                   Her heart raced as she clutched her bag closer to her side while looking left and right, she increased her pace. She checked her wristwatch, it was few minutes past 1a.m and she was still on the streets of Lagos. 'How come?' was a question that seemed to be irrelevant at that hour. She shivered with cold because the drizzles had gotten heavier and she still had about 30 minutes walk to her destination, her uncle's house. Her phones were off and she couldn't reach him at least to tell him to come pick her.         Different scenarios of stories she had heard about girls that had been abused and molested at night, but she knew she couldn't stop going even though she wasn't sure of what lies in wait for her, though, she was sure she wasn't alone, God must know about this late journey. Drenched in the rain, she kept moving...