SHORT STORY: THE DAY I DIED

 

   

By Bimbola Ojuolape

It was late by 10pm on Friday evening. I paraded the street looking for a bike to take me home. The street was very quiet like a grave yard. I roamed about endlessly in the street, not knowing my destination. It was indeed a sad experience.

I am Darasimi by name. I'm a 200level student of OAU. I'm just as gentle as a dove but I was misled by my friends. I have a phobia for parties but my friends were extrovert that they feel they can acquire the whole universe.

It happened when we were at home. I was all alone studying and preparing for the Forthcoming exams when my friend, Bunmi came to me. Among all, Bunmi was my best friend. I trusted her with everything I was and had. Bunmi came to me and told me about their outing that fateful night. She said they want me to come for only that night and then, they will seize partying.

Hearing this from my best friend, I felt happier. It was just like a dream come true but I never knew you can't change the wolves, you can only be exactly like them. I agreed to this and followed them to the party. When we got there, they made me gulp an alcoholic drink. I never knew their mission so I drank it with the thought that, they can't harm me.

We laughed, gisted and I was already becoming very drunk when I saw some broad figures coming toward me. I tried to stand but No, I lose the strength already. Then, I looked at my friends to see their action but instead, they were making a jest of me. What happened next, I cannot envisage but what I could remember was the guys bouncing on me. They raped me till I lose my breath.

Unknowingly, that was how I became a ghost, roaming the quiet street.