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The chronicles of a Jackobian

9:30 pm

I was sure to get there faster if I followed the bush path. It was late but a girl has to do what she's got to do. Those lousy girls in my room back at the hostel would never allow me read, all they ever did was discuss about the latest jamz on trace urban, their boyfriends and the trending hair extensions. If they thought themselves to be some Hollywood celebrities. I was big, bold, beautiful and blessed with brains. The student affairs official that had allocated that room to me was certainly high on something when he did the allocation and I am sure it was something pretty cheap like snuff or local gun powder. I had a target of hitting 5.0 on the CGPA scale that semester and for those girls to think that they could stand in my way. They were on a mission to nowhere. I came here for a purpose and if they came here to waste their time and money..... every mallam with him own kettle.

I took the next turn and transversed down the bush path. I adjusted my glasses to see better, the moon was kind enough to offer illumination. Nerd or nay, I was doing just fine.

I had not walked for long when I heard brisk steps behind me. I turned and saw a figure advancing towards me. I felt fear surge in my heart, after all I was the only one walking on that path. I increased my pace and I heard the thud of his feet as he sprinted towards me.

In a blink of an eye, he overtook me and pushed me to the ground, panting hard. Darkness was a cheat. I couldn't see his face but he was fair skinned, had an athletic built and Mohawk haircut. He brought his lips close to kiss me as he pinned me to the ground. His hallitosis breathe hit me and seemed to pull out the blood vessels in my lungs. My attempt to avoid his breathe decaying treatment was rewarded with a slap across my face.

He pulled out a shinning dagger.
"Sssssssssssh!", he raised the dagger to his lips to shut me up.
He raised my floral gown and slit my panties apart, then I heard the sound of his zipper open. My eyes enlarged and tears welled up in them. So it was going to happen to me.
His coarse and strong palms kept hurting me badly. I wriggled free and my last strength sent a kick in between his groin.

"Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhh!", he groaned and sent his knees crashing into the hard earth while I fled.

I was panting like Usain Bolt would. I headed for a dark alley near the information management department's building to seek refuge. I could barely see then my eyes strayed to a figure advancing towards me. I peered through the dark to have a better view. It was obvious the figure was different from the one who tried to rape me.

"Jesus! Save me", I muttered.

I had never heard that one escaped rape twice. I remembered one of the prayer points, we rendered often in my fellowship.

"My father! My father! Shield me from evil", I prayed. The figure kept advancing and I kept retreating. Oh! The stairs! I scurried like a rat being chased by a cat to hide myself under the stairs.

His footsteps now seemed pretty close. I held my breathe. I heard a ruffling sound and a torchlight flash at me.

"Anuofia! Shebi na you dey come shit for this department for night? You are going to the senate first thing tomorrow"

It was the security guard.

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