“Something is wrong Derin. Her body feels unusually warm. Oh dear God, I pray it’s nothing serious because we just finished one drama of colds, catarrh, and malaria last week.” Imade said worriedly. “Sweetheart, will you try speaking to her? Maybe hearing your voice could calm her a bit.”
A rapist is a thief. He stole your privacy and your consent. People are not ashamed when a thief steals from them. No! They cry out and shout instead so people can come and help them. So don’t be ashamed and don’t be silent. IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT!
Kezi was deep in thought, rummaging through her brain files. There was something familiar about Njamen’s snore and it wasn’t good. Her brother passed away last year and he was snoring like this just before things went south.
He slipped two tiny nylon bags into Jomi’s hands.
“What’s this?”Jomi asked, looking at the brightly coloured tablets in the nylon.
“You’re going to need it. It’s very effective at handling body pains, and trust me the pains are just begining.”