Short Story: 3 O'Clock In The Morning - DAIRO SEKEMI

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Gbam! Gbam!! Gbam!!! Came the rapid banging on the door. Reluctantly, I cleared my sleepy eyes wondering why someone would disturb the neighbourhood at that odd hour of the morning. Like a flash, the door to my room flung open revealing the two horrible looking men pointing the dangerous end of their guns at me. I shivered as the taller one twitched an eyebrow at the sight of my naked upper region and giggled like my breasts had just said something funny to him. The shorter one hissed and dragged me by my hair to the sitting room only to find my parents and three younger brothers lying face down in cold shivers. My mother screamed, “mogbe ooo!!!” at the sight of my dangling breast and I knew that trouble loomed.


They had assembled what seemed like all the valuables we had at a corner of the room. They led me to a corner, ignoring my family’s plea for mercy. “This konji don dey hold me since last week mehn,” I struggled to understand their words as pidgin was forbidden in my home. I couldn’t speak nor move as they threatened to pull the trigger at the slightest sound. With all the courage I could muster amidst the tears and fears, I muttered, “I have the incurable disease of HIV just don’t force me. I am saying this for your sake.”
It didn’t come out right. I knew that the minute the entire room went silent. I met the dead stare of my mother followed by the resounding slaps from the taller thief who unperturbed made his way to the button of my shorts.


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