I broke up with my lover Emmanuel. It was a painful decision I made but I thought it as the best thing to do at that point in time.

Emmanuel loved me so much, I know that because he told me and it was evident in all that he did for me. I loved him too and accepted him as my lover because I realized that he is the true one and has paid my bride price.

He always shower me with gifts, save me from troubles and was always around me but he left when I needed him the most. No, I doubt that he left at that moment because he always reminded me before then that he will never leave me nor forsake me. So it is that he was there, watching, as I was raped that night.

Around 8pm, I was raped on my way home that fateful Wednesday while I was returning from his father's house, where I used to fellowship with the brethren. He had insisted that I followed the creepy longer route to my house and when I asked why, he didn't give me a reason. My legs were aching from the long trek so I diverted to the shortcut.

As I walked, I asked him to prevent every harm on the way but he didn't respond to me as usual. He remained silent as I walked on that lonely path, even when I noticed someone skulking behind the bush nearby and I asked him to cover me, he didn't assure me as usual.

He was just watching me as I go, watching as that...