It was exactly 2100 hours when Netsai dropped off by the local shops. The neighborhood was quiet, vendors had already packed up their stalls and the shops were closed. On that day even the men that stand outside the store, drinking and chatting had gone.
The kombi driver was so mean, refused to drop her off by the gate even though she had offered an extra dollar. Economy was tough and a dollar was really nothing, you could not even buy a loaf of bread or a decent lunch.
As the kombi sped off, Netsai put herself together, took a deep breath and began walking swiftly clutching onto her handbag as the night chill seeped through her blazer.
Something was not right, the road was empty and the silence was too loud, wind whispered through the branches and rustled the leaves. She could feel her heartbeat in her forehead, home had never been this far, felt like she would never get there.
From a distance she saw the glowing tip of a cigarette, so bright like a gas stove flame. This did not make her feel any better, the empty road was better than meeting up with strangers.
As she approached the corner where the men were standing which was five minutes from her house, two of the guys dropped their cigarette stubs, with a little bump in their step, they followed her.
Netsai walked faster, so did they. Without anticipating it she started running but she could hear them breathing from the back of her neck, he put his leg between hers and she tripped and fell.
He immediately covered her mouth with his hands that smelt like shit pulling out tape with the other one which he used to glue her lips together so no screaming would escape her mouth. Netsai was kicking from all directions as they dragged her to a nearby bush.
She tried to scream and fight but only managed to tear his shirt, they were too strong for her. He literally threw her to the ground while the other one pressed her hands to the grit.
She lay there crying bitterly as there was nothing she could. Netsai watched him unbuckle his trousers, pull down his pants with his erect penis staring her right in the eye. He knelt down as if he was about to make love, lay on top of her reeking of cheap whiskey, smelling of cigarettes and stale sweat pushing her legs apart. So painful it was as he forcefully inserted his raw hard penis deep inside Netsai with his hairy chest rubbing all over her. She had never felt so much pain before.
She cried through out the invasion of her body. He pulled out and thought he was done to only have an exchange, it was the other’s one turn. She wanted to die at that point, staring at the moon that night was not blissful at all, two strange men were on top of her doing as they please.
When they were done, both of them looked at her as though nothing had happened and walked away.
Since that day life has never been the same for Netsai. She hates and blames herself for what occurred. Every night she sits in the corner of her bedroom, hugging her knees, crying profusely wishing if she could undo the events of that night.
She did not tell anyone, who would she, how to begin the story. To this day Netsai cannot stand the sight of a man and the thought of having one on top of her makes her skin crawl. The image is forever stuck in her head.