Hello to you my cherished readers. It’s a wonderful moment to share with you some of my short but fascinating stories,written mostly on my leisure schedules. I hope you enjoy this new journey with me😎 !

It was a thunderous, raining💧💧💧💧,cold morning as she woke up after a long but horrific night occupied with horrendous nightmares,full of discomforting scenes of  attempted rape and murder.

A nightmare that never tends to elude her mind whenever she needs a good sleep.  It always casts her mind to the night she was attacked on her way back home from one of her normal routine of visiting her best friend, Sifa.

Sifa has always been that tight – lovely friend of Pendo ever since they met at the University of Dar es Salaam,a place which abodes “Lila na Fila” (good and bad) memories.
She had gone to visit Sifa that very night and they really enjoyed themselves cooking Pilau and quenching their thirst with Novida, watching movies, cracking jokes and singing lullabies reminiscing their childhood.
They had taken keen interest in knowing themselves very well just like Jackie and Teo,  trying to build a formidable friendship and sharing their experiences and expectations for the future ahead after school.
It never occured to them how time had eluded them,since they had fallen asleep after a watching an exciting episode of the Ghanaian series named Yolo (You Only Live Once),which educates the young generation about the dangers of HIV/AIDS and it’s associated Infections.

On a normal day, she would have slept at Sifa’s place as she frequently does and not burdening herself to get a bajaji back to her rented house near Mikocheni.  Sifa didn’t have any other option than to bid farewell to her beautiful, slender friend,Pendo,after trying to convince her to pass out the night at her place.

She escorted her towards the main road as she waited patiently for a bajaji, “the safest” transport system to border at night in Dar es Salaam, if you’re not a bulky,bold man like either Bertold or Mzungu.
Pendo normally prefers bordering an empty bajaji,but  unfortunately this time there were two young,criminal – like passengers already inside,which arouse her fears. She hesitated climbing onto it,as it may be a trap set for her just like any other innocent lady for the thirsty,cruel men waiting and searching for a prey to devour to satisfy their sexual pleasures.
On her attempt to flee from them,she hit her leg against a stone and fell unconsciously on the tarted, lonely and quiet road. Then the young men grabbed her like a deadwood into the bajaji,smiling at each other just like Suarez and Diego Costa,the villains of modern football. Quickly and swiftly they drove away from place and headed towards their laboratory to digest their prey.

When they got the place,they heard screeching sounds of tables in the room, which prompted their steps toward the middle room of the uncompleted building. Some two other folks were already enjoying a nice meal,which they had grabbed from their normal prostitute’s joints at Sinza.

They silently entered the room without the notice of the crew who were exercising their muscles on the two plumpy ladies.
Meanwhile, Pendo was still unconscious and the others looking after her ,started pulling down her trousers as they undressed her. Suddenly,she gained consciousness and pushed the guy who was on top of her and ran naked as she was towards the middle room unknowingly. The very place where there was a confrontation going on between the guys who were with the prostitutes and those that had captured her.
BOOM!BOOM!BOOM!!! Were the shots of the gun directed towards  Pendo. She had been caught up in a mess.
To be continued ……….

By Nii Adjetey Cleland

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