Gift

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 47

One

early mormor like that Israel went to the

farm and refused to take me along because

he thought it would be a waste of time,

if em sense dey make am think say I be

em labourer then he needed to be registered

in funny-farm. I went to meet the goat-man

’cause I needed money to run away from

this useless dungeon I have stupidly brought

myself to. Immediately the Goat-man

saw me I noticed a bulge around his g—n

because he wore a short and torn singlet

taking care of his goat, he didn’t even

give any room for courtesy as he bundled

me into his room sweating and panting

like goat in need. I told him to stop that

if he want us to continue he should give

me money at least five thousand naira,

I intentionally wore tight jean bumshort

if not my pant for don commot from my

waist tay tay. He ransacked his room and

brought the money with additional one thousand

naira breathing heavily with sweats all

over his body, which kind konji be this?

He removed his short and shirt before

I could even remove the shirt I wore, he

attacked my bumshort and groaned in

frustration as he saw my pa-nt. He couldn’t

even wait for me to pull the bumshort

off, my bumshort was just around my

kneel region as he turned me and positioned

me in doggystyle setting all four. He shifted

my pa-nt and find his short hard kulikuli

inside my sugar-pot. He groaned loudly

as he penetrated my sugar-pot like someone

who is about to cu-m. He dug his nails

on my hips threatening to break my skin,

I mo-aned in pains as I felt the mixed

feelings of pleasure and pain. He started

moving erratically, no pattern at all. As

he made a labourer sounds behind me,

his hard kulikuli shoved in and out of my

sugar-pot, he moved faster brushing my

sugar-pot walls. I just dey fear make the

man no scatter the sweet tunnel oh!

Goat man: aaahhhh! chissosss! is coooommmiinnnnggg oooohhh he pour all his warm spe-rm inside me

Me: you don cu-m now now?

Goat man: he drop on the bed sweating and breathing heavily yes, you be sweet girl oh! and you fine too, marry me na. I rich well well.

Me: dash me more money.

Goat man: that one no be problem.

He

added addition one thousand naira and

my heart leapt in joy, this one don do me

to escape a whole seven thousand naira.

He started making moves for another

round, but I was against it telling him that

Israel will soon return that I don’t want

another fight again. As if say if them kill

themselves em concern Gift. I ran all the

way home and parked my things, rushed

to the Village bus-stop and boarded a

bike, straight ahead to the centre of the

L.G.A. the centre was under-developed,

I no go even dream of marrying this kind

place because that one go be nightmare

sef.

I got into a bus and we took off to

my State, on getting to my State it was

already late.

And I barely knew a place

in the bus stop we dropped off, nobody

dey even wait to reason another person.

And na only one thousand naira dey my

body after the long journey, I don use

am buy buy wetin I go eat. The park don

dey dry up as people just dey mind their business,

even the bus man wey drop us rush drive

commot.

See yawa, I met one agbero to

help me show me where I can get to the

area I stay, or tell me the route I should

take.

He asked me to follow him that it is back

road in the park I should follow I go to

where I wanted to go, the place don dark

sef.

By

I followed him and he cornered me to

a secluded place and brought a gun.

Agbero: if you make any pim, I go shoot your head. Where your money?

Me: take take! I give him the 1k on me

Agbero: fine girl like you, na only 1k you get for body. Bring that bag!

Me: take oh! no shoot me abeg he took my box

Agbero: turn! I did raise your gown up I did see the kind short gown you wear, as you small like this you don dey make men dey get konji.

Me: abeg na, allow me make I go.

Agbero: shut up or I go just burst your head he touch my ass cheek roughly see fresh yansh, small pikin like you dey carry this kind yansh.

He

pulled down my pa-nt.

Agbero: no look me if you no wan die.

Me: abeg take am easy.

Agbero: I go slap you, you dey mad! he pull out his ugly big kulikuli, he shove in roughly aaahhh! see sweet toto, chaaii..!! small pikin like you don dey fu-ck.

Sas em swallow my thing

He

thru-sted in roughly and started fu-cking

me anyhow, his di-ck was very big and

it stretched me fully. He pressed my brea-sts

as he ba-nged me roughly, without mercy

pounding me till my legs wobbled. He cu-mmed

after so many assaults on my sugar-pot

and zipped up, then ran away with my

money and bag. I was so ashamed of

myself for enjoying and mo-aning while

I was raped. My sugar-pot was sore as

I held my pa-nt and pulled it to my waist,

who curse me na? wetin I do the person?

I took myself out of that place not knowing

where to sleep or how to get home? I truly

need deliverance oh!. Our Elder say a tree

doesn’t just grow because it is a tree, there

is always a planter and a seed.