WAITING…

It was 5pm, on one of those very hard days. My boss was being irrational as usual, and Lagos traffic seemed to be in agreement with her to frustrate me.

I had just come home, and sunk in my bed with my work clothes still on, there was no energy to move or do anything else for the rest of the evening

I call my lover and rant about my day, he seems concerned and offers to rush home as soon as he’s done with work. I feel a slight gush of happiness, in anticipation of all the cuddles, and the refreshing scent of his hair. It always smelled nice.

After about an hour, I manage to pull myself off the bed, take a hot shower and throw on Lolu’s shirt. I’m reading a book when I drift…

It’s a lot colder now, I’m well tucked into bed when the door opens, that should be my lover so, I call out for him but he doesn’t respond; Lolu likes to joke around so I pretend to be asleep too. I feel him next to me, almost in a split second but he smells different. I reach for the light by me and flick it on, and there’s a man. Bald, unkempt facial hair, wild nails…and before I am able to put my thoughts together, he literally pounces on me and rips my underwear.

The last I remember is me hitting his face with the lamp, but it only made him angrier as he wipes the blood off the side of his face and slaps it so hard across my face.

It’s past midnight when I wake up, shivering and pretty shaken up. I reach for my phone, there’s no calls and no messages from Lolu…