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AHADI’S CHRONICLES [Part 1]

You could easily see her faltered steps. Her weary eyes dared not look up, lest they exposed the agonizing pain welling up in them. Scantily dressed, she had no option but to withstand the cold night breeze as it beat against her pale skin. She could only think about how daft she was for letting him in on her life. She also shamefully noted how pathetic she was for not seeing all this coming.

Also Read: AHADI’S CHRONICLES [Part 2]

Somehow, she was utterly convinced that everyone who saw her making her way home that night, relished her pain; the dark stout lady selling bhajia and the rowdy group of men binge drinking in the bar among others. It was as if everyone knew the bundle of crap she’d gotten herself into. She had been assaulted.

Also Read:¬†AHADI’S CHRONICLES [Part 3]

Before then, however, he had given her no reasons whatsoever to suspect him.He had effortlessly befriended her and won her trust ;all in a span of a week thereabout. “Ahadi, karibu.” “Asante. Humble place you got here.” she replied.¬† He calmly lured her into his small unkempt room.

The room shared a paved compound with a large house. The room was poorly lit. It had a dusty white mosquito net that towered above a medium sized bed.

So far, his craftiness had done much to ensure he did to her what he had planned. He successfully cajoled her into removing her clothes. Consequently, he did what he had come to do. He mercilessly defiled her.

Also Read: AHADI’S CHRONICLES [Part 4]

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Posted by Nicole Mukami