Gang Banged



It’s been about four hours since I got here. The music keeps getting louder. My cup keeps getting refilled while my thirst keeps getting quenched. The view is both priceless and breath-taking but the noise coming from inside is beginning to rile me. Not that it’s bad, I just have something against some of the people behind it.
    “Don’t you think it’s getting cold?” asked the voice behind me.
    “Not really. I actually prefer the solace that comes with watching the stars,” I responded.
    “You know, maybe it’s time to let go of what he did. Furthermore, you said Daisy’s forgive and forget,” he said.
    “Sospeter, I thought we did. Turns out Daisy’s rarely forgive leave alone forget,” I replied.
Sospeter had been my best friend for ages and we did almost everything together (even making relationship decisions). That’s why I couldn’t miss his so called get together. Nevertheless, a part of me wasn’t feeling it. Reason being, the person who had made me lose a great job opportunity (story for another day) was among the attendees.
  “It’s time for me to leave,” I said.
   “Come on, the party has barely began,” he responded.
    “I know. I just feel out of place.”
     “I can ask Ben to leave. Am sure that’s why you’re gloomy.”
      “I’d really love that but I think I just need some rest.”
      “You can crash here,”
      “No. You know I can’t sleep because of the noise,”
      “Okay. Then I’ll see you off.”
      “Naah. It’s okay. It’s barely midnight. I’ll manage.”
(It took me less than two minutes to clear out of Sospeter’s house and say goodbye to everyone) 

The night was cold, quiet and with a touch of loneliness. The shops were closed and the road was deserted. Had I been wrong about the time or was it purge night? I made a quick time check and goodness gracious, it was half past 1. A part of me wanted to run back to Pete’s house and another part just wanted to prove that I was the man…. or woman. The latter won so I continued walking. Every step made my heartbeat increase. Every breath seemed to have a tone of relief (that was successful) and a tone of eagerness (when will I get home). Only three words kept ringing in my head like jingle bells, ‘Yes you can.’
As I made my way around the last corner, I tripped over something long and really hard. Was it a log? Was it a leg? Before I could answer these questions, a heavy slap landed on my head and sent me flying to the ground. The pain that came with the slap and the fall was unbearable. Puzzled. I tried getting up but my legs were frail. Bam! Went another slap. Heavenly Father! What was happening?
  “Woi. Jamaneni, msiniue tafadhali. Mimi ni mtoto wa babangu,” I cried.
  “Ala. Kumbe ni msichana,” Said a manly voice.
It had not hit me that yelling or opening my mouth may have been the worst decision of my life. A part of me hoped that a miracle would happen or that a shooting star would just fly across the sky and I’d make one wish ‘I wish that this men instantly disappear’. All of a sudden, I felt someone’s hands moving all over my body. Was he searching for money, my phone or was he checking if I had assets? With every part he touched came a negative arousal- an arousal that seemed to say ‘This maybe your lucky night’ See, they say that the night comes with many things; happiness, sadness, joy, love, breakups, angels, thieves and even rapists. By the time this devil of a man had made his 100th hand movement, I had concluded that he was a rapist who was not getting a piece of me. With the last bit of courage I threw my leg as hard as I could hoping it would land on his balls (it actually did). Like a man told that running for his life is the only way he could survive, I sprang and made a run for it. Little did I know that he had company...
 “Kimani, shika huyo msichana. Leo tutaonyesha wasichana wa Nairobi sisi ni wanaume,”
Mayo! Mayo! They were two guys. How could I beat two guys? Why were they two and not one? I kept running- running till I tripped and this time I fell so hard that I couldn’t get up. Then I felt it. A hand or rather Kimani’s hand forcefully grabbed me and lifted me off the ground. If it were day time, this would have been very romantic, but at this hour, it felt platonic. The other guy who I’d prefer to call Jitu finally got to where we were. From how he was panting, I could tell that the only words ringing in his head were, “Haka kamtu kanaweza kimbia.”
One…Two…Three…Four slaps. Blood began oozing out of my mouth as tears profusely flowed down my face. Kimani mercilessly dropped my helpless self to the ground where I hit a rock. All of a sudden, things became blurry while the stars appeared to be getting closer to the ground. Someone then grabbed my dress and tore it into two. Then it happened. A pain I had never felt went through my body. A pain from something I had never experienced but just endlessly watched on television. It was the pain-the pain of penetration. Tears made their way down my face. The more he moved the more I screamed. Couldn’t anyone hear me? Were my cries meaningless to his ears? Why was it so painful? Is the pain what people enjoyed?
  “Mungu anakuona,” I yelled.
These words were followed by a hefty blow that led to something that’s summarized by one word Blackout.
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
I looked towards the direction of the speaker and realized it was Sospeter. In his hand was a bouquet of roses. Next to him was a table with cards that had the words Get well soon.
 “Where am I?” I asked
 “You’re in Nairobi Women’s hospital. Been here for three days and three nights since the incident happened,” he responded.
  “Which incident?”
  “You were raped multiple times by different men. Some people found you early in the morning and you were rushed here. Doctors sorted everything out.”
From that point on, my mind drifted- drifted back to when and how it all happened. The blurred images were still vivid in my mind. Had the doctors gotten all the sperms out of my body? Had the men been caught? Who had found me? Would I ever recover from this bizarre occurrence? Was my vagina still in shape or totally formless? My thoughts were interrupted when something rested on my right hand.
  “I’m sorry. I should have never let you leave by yourself,” said Sos.
  “It’s not your fault,” I replied.
A smile spread over my face as I tried to prove to him that I’d be fine. However, a part of me knew that things would never be the same for it’s not every day that one gets gang banged. I knew that if I
hadn’t left the party or even attended it, nothing of the sort would have happened to me. Even so, a deep part of me knew that blaming myself would only make things worse. Weakly. I muttered, “The devil is a liar.”



5 comments

Potent... Great and wonderful piece of art.

Wow!!! This is such a great piece of work...

I want to grow as a writer like I've seen you do.

The description of events is amazing!

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