SHE DIDN'T RESIST: THE CAMPUS STORY

 SHE DIDN'T RESIST 

My spirit is at its lowest ebb this morning. Some happenings drained and saddened me. Personal stuff. Don't ask me what. I will simply tell a story to dampen your mood too. It didn't happen to me, anyway. But it did happen.

The first time this seventeen year old girl smoked hemp.

She gained admission into this university the previous year. When the 'rush' came, a good looking guy got her. She loved him and they did all the fun things together. He adored her. They went to campus parties together, they saw stage plays and choral performances. 

She was his campus'wife.' Everyone knew her with him. 

He was a frat boy. For a girl from a good home, this single association of his would have been a cog needed for the relationship to grind to a halt, but she loved him and would not let go.

A sweet story, innit? But for the frat angle.

She managed that angle.

After a year of sweetness, he abandoned his studies and relocated abroad. Yet, he didn't abandon her. He loved her from abroad.

Then his younger brother gained admission into the same institution and joined the same frat. He took over the BQ the elder brother left, and with it, inherited his properties. Since he knew his brother's girlfriend and she was quite forlorn in her lover's absence, he inherited her as well.

Yes, he did the unthinkable. He took over his brother's girl.

The circle told the brother in abroad. He was exceedingly pained. And he plotted his revenge.

Now, there's something in the way. The frat code. And the blood code. He couldn't harm his brother.

But revenge he must.

He planned, his brother knew the details.

One bright morning when he just finished passionate lovemaking with her, he excused himself to get a smoke. He stepped out of his room, leaving the door open.

She lay languid, immersed in the sweetness of their love. She ignored the open door, after all everyone knew her with him now.

She looked up when men started coming in. She counted seven. They formed a ring around her. She couldn't scream. Raw fear took hold of her when she saw their faces. They undressed, all of them.

When they were done, there was not an ounce of strength left in her. She thought she would die.

And that was when her first love called her from abroad. The bitterness in his voice could only be imagined.

Thirty minutes after they left, the younger brother came back, a wrap of hemp in his hand, lit.

She didn't resist.

By ADA OBI