When other young ladies would be flaunting the new additions
to their wardrobe this yuletide, 23-year-old Ngozi Okoye (real name
concealed) will be sad and bemoaning the evil fate that befell her just
days before Christmas.
Shapely
Ngozi, a native of Ogidi, Idemili North Local Government Area, Anambra
State, who had vowed to go into marriage as a virgin, was brutally
defiled by her elder brother’s best friend on December 16, 2013, leaving
her shattered into a 1000 pieces like the windshield of a car, her
virgin blood spilled and highly treasured virtue forever taken by a
scoundrel.
Even more pathetic is the fact that she escaped the mayhem of Boko
Haram in troubled Bauchi State, only to be savaged by the foul, filthy
hands and mind of a son-of-the-devil lurking at home, in the heart of
Igboland. For her the r*pe experience is like a case of running from
frying pan into fire. Ngozi’s taste of hell on earth began on Monday,
December 16, when she went to her shop behind the Obosi Town hall,
Obosi, also in Idemili North LGA to do her normal business of running a
beer palour with her elder brother, which he set up to survive the hard
times after relocating home in the wake of the incessant Boko Haram
bombings in Bauchi.
As if the devil was playing a one-person chess game in which she was
the pawn, the evil being first sent the woman that sold the shop to
Ngozi’s brother at the cost of N60,000, who showed up to seek payment of
the balance of N15,000 after the brother had paid an initial sum of
N45,000. Recalling how she came into the picture, Ngozi said: “My
brother told me about how people who came to the shop always requested
for fresh fish peppersoup and other delicacies.
As I had not found anything to do since we returned from Bauchi, my
brother pleaded with me to join him in Obosi so that I could be
preparing the delicacies and selling to customers who come to the shop
to drink. When I came, we started the business and it was still trying
to stand when one day, the woman that sold the shop to my brother came.
“She was doing the same business like us, so she left behind some
plastic chairs and a deep freezer. As my brother could not afford to buy
his own freezer, we decided to be using the woman’s own with her
consent anyway.
Then one day, she told my brother to give her N20,000 so she could
leave the freezer for us. My brother agreed; we were still trying to
raise money to pay for it and also complete the payment for the shop
when she came on Monday to carry the freezer.” “The day before, on
Sunday, and I had gone to the market and bought some fresh fish and
meat. I put these items in the deep freezer for preservation. So as I
was about cleaning the shop the next day when the woman came and began
shouting on top of her voice that she must take the freezer away. I was
still pleading and telling her I kept something in the freezer when she
stormed out and returned in company with two men who I noticed were
commercial motorcyclists. She ordered them to go into the shop and bring
out the freezer. They came in and threw the fish, meat and every other
item in the freezer out and took it away.”
defiler appears, promising Greek gift As Ngozi was lamenting over the
sudden turn of events that spoiled her sales projections for the
season, the evil being moved another of his chess pieces to act out his
assigned role: the suspect, Tochukwu Nebo, popularly called Baby Boy in
Obosi showed up with an offer to give Ngozi another freezer to enable
her to continue with the business since her elder brother happened to be
his friend. Probably elated, she did not recognize the Greek gift the
son-of-the-devil was dangling before her.
Her words: “I was still crying that my last hope of continuing the
business of selling fresh fish and peppersoup had been aborted by the
woman when she took the deep freezer away. Then Toochukwu (we call him
Baby Boy) who is my elder brother’s friend came to me. I thought he came
to help me. There was a time he took refuge in our house when he was
wanted for something in Obosi. So he came to the shop that Monday and
tried to console me, saying that I should stop crying. He said he had
three deep freezers; that he would go home, consult his wife and then
give me one to continue my business. He left and after about one hour
later, he came back and told me to follow him to his house so that we
could discuss with his wife.
I said I would wait for my brother to return first since the shop was
not mine alone. He became angry and started shouting at me, trying to
force me to follow him. By that time it was already getting dark. Then
he raised his shirt and showed me a pistol tucked into his waist band
and ordered me to remain silent, and threatened to shoot me if I said
anything or shouted. I still insisted I would not go with him on a
waiting motorcycle. He brought out a cutlass and as I tried to hold his
hand and save myself, the sharp edge of the blade cut my hand. I was
bleeding profusely and began to shout for help but nobody came to my
rescue because Baby Boy is notorious in the community.
Whenever anybody came and saw that it was between Baby Boy and a
girl, they just left without saying or doing anything. He continued
dragging me until I got on the motorcycle. When we got to his house at
Akwasi-Ire village, Obosi, directly opposite the home of former
Commonwealth Secretary General, Chief Emeka Anyaoku, he stopped and
pretended to make a call after which he said his wife said I must come
into the compound. I refused and said his wife should come out. “At that
point, he lifted and put me on his shoulder and kicked the gate open
with his leg.
The time was already 9.30pm. As I was crying for help, I could hear
people’s voices in the big building. It was fully occupied by tenants
but nobody came to my rescue. He took me straight to his bedroom, threw
me on the bed and left. When he left, I tried to escape, but discovered
that he locked the room. Shortly after he returned and brought out the
gun, pointed it at me and ordered me to undress. I refused and he
pounced on me, tore my pant. A struggle ensued between us but being
stronger than myself, he overpowered me and tried to force himself
inside me.
At that moment, I tried to calm him down, telling him I was still a
virgin. Initially, he broke into laughter and said that the only way to
know that a 23-year- old girl is still a virgin is by testing it
himself. “He looked around and saw a key holder with an opener. He
brought it close to the bed and started beating me because I didn’t to
his evil desire. Then he tied my long hair which I just plaited before
that day to the iron rods of burglary proof at the window; he tied my
two legs separately with white rope to the iron bar in the room before
he forced the key holder into my private part as his manhood could not
penetrate. Immediately, blood oozed out.
He was shocked and tried to stop the flow with my pant that he had
torn. The pain was so excruciating that I passed out. “When I regained
consciousness, I saw myself on the bare floor in his room alone in the
pool of my own blood with water gushing out of my body. I noticed then
that he had tried to use water to bring me back to consciousness. It was
at that moment that he told me that he was surprised to see that I was
truly a virgin at my age. He said that in Obosi, at 14 years, all the
girls had known men.
I thought he had come back to his senses but shortly after saying
that with the gun pointing at my forehead, he began defiling me again.
After several hours of battling for life I pretended to have passed out
again. He ran out and came back in the company with another guy who came
into the room and discovered I was still breathing. I overhead him
telling Baby Boy that I was still alive. “While they were still
discussing outside, I picked up my phone, tried to call my brother but I
had only N3 credit left; he called me back but before I could answer
him, Baby Boy heard my voice and rushed into the room; he saw me holding
a phone, it was ringing but I couldn’t pick it because he was so
furious and was ready to kill me.
He snatched the phone and saw it was my brother calling, he took it
and held it until it stopped ringing. He ordered me to pick it the
second time and tell my brother whatever he told me to say. With gun
pointing at my head, he said I should tell my brother that it was very
late, so he took me home to stay with his wife and I was in the same
room with his wife. I said so thinking he was going to release me.
Shortly after that, my brother called him on his own phone and he didn’t
pick it.
Later he started begging me not to tell anyone about the incident. He
took some of my hair strands that cut off when he tied my braid to the
iron bar and my blood-soaked pant and put them in a pit toilet in his
compound. It was at that time that I told him to take me back to the
shop so that my brother would not notice. He said it was a good idea. As
we were going to the shop, he promised me give me the deep freezer for
free and N10,000 if I kept the incident secret. I said yes and he
dropped me and went back to his house.
Moreover, a woman who introduced herself to me on the phone as his
wife promised to give me N100, 000 if I withdrew the complaint. Well, I
have told all these things to the security agents. “I didn’t know that
when I spoke to my brother before my credit finished that he heard part
of what I said and quickly called one woman who is our neighbour in the
shop who confirmed that when the incident started at the shop, that she
thought it was armed robbery and she quickly closed her shop and then
called the Obosi Vigilance Service who came in the morning and
surrounded the shop. They were shouting open this door, open this door.
When I opened it, I saw security men and I told them my story and along
the line, I fainted.”
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