Diary of a Nigerian Rapist

“Who is at the door?”

I had to really raise my voice because I was just stepping out of the bedroom when I heard the doorbell ring. Perhaps, it is my wife. If she's the one at the door, I have no desire whatsoever to see her... There is something about her that I always find darkly unsettling.

Not only did I consider her strange. She was also as diabolic as the Devil; always smiling cynically with the side of her mouth but deep down, I know I can't trust her.

Over the past few months, I kept sensing this evil vibe around her. I have to admit that when I married her, I truly loved her but that love must have relocated across the seas. She was no longer the woman I married. Outwardly, she looked beautiful and charming but my intuition kept telling me that this was a woman I should be actively worried about.

“I will be with you in a moment,” I screamed when I heard the doorbell ring again. At that point, I was very sure it was my sweetheart. She used to be adorable and charming but has since become my worst nightmare.

No matter how hard I tried, I could not take a similar situation off my mind; the tragic story of Nigerian leaders and how good men always ended up vile and bad once they tasted power. They were all the same. Now I believe the elders had always been right when they said, ‘to test the heart of a good man, give him money and power. If he remains good afterwards, then indeed, he is good.’

I used to love my wife but all we shared flew to the stars precisely four months ago when her younger sister visited while my wife was not at home. To make matters worse, she did not call to inform us she would be visiting; on an unfortunately cold night when I was home alone.

Chapter 1: The Cold Night

Back to my sister-in-law, there was no going back for her when she arrived; the night was cold and unforgiving. Moreover, it was very late and returning home that dark and fateful night would have been as successful as sipping undiluted acid with a straw and not die.

The tragic confrontation regrettably ensued and my beautiful and innocent sister-in-law had a taste of her own blood because she really fought, resisted, screamed and struggled but in the very end, I had my way. I would say I was tempted but my critics would call it rape.

“Oh my God!” I had said to myself moments after I satisfied my carnal desires. This happened about 4 months ago; in one moment of sexual blindness, I had betrayed my wife’s trust in me. I had carnal knowledge of my sister-in-law. I'm not proud of what I did but I'm not sure if I'm sorry about it either.

Silently, I had hoped my wife’s sister would miraculously drop dead after the incident; perhaps on her way home. That would have made me a free man; giving me wings of freedom to fly high into the skies and the opportunity to devise the freshest of plans; a chance to start all over again. Now that I think about it, I think I would rather not have done it.

Sadly, She did not drop dead. I never stopped wishing for this though.

Chapter 2: The Door Opens

As I opened the door, what did I see? It was a big black gun pointing at me and guess who was holding it? Who else but my darling wife. I looked straight into her face and realise that her makeup was smeared with dried tears.

In a very shaky voice, I asked:

“What are you doing? What are you doing with a gun? What's going on?”

Her response did not take long in coming.

“You broke my fragile world. Now, it’s time to do the same. Look at the gun you bastard... Doesn’t it look very familiar? Big, black, hard and heartless...”

I looked into her eyes and what I saw in there made my heart skip more than a few beats. To be honest, I was terrified. My wife looked menacingly cold and appeared physically bent on delivering justice.

I had committed an abomination; a hideous crime and the god, Nemesis was indeed very thirsty; waiting to line his throat with the sinful flavour of my condemned blood.

Chapter 3: The Angel of Death

As my wife stood there; with a gun in her hand, she looked like an angel of death; bringing a fitting punishment to an accursed soul. I had tried to conceal my evil deed but I guess she eventually found out.

Her eyes were blank but not the gun’s cartridge. I didn't have to collect the gun from her to check to know this. Her heart was poisoned and I knew that as well. I should never have gotten myself into this.

“Oh my God!” If only I had resisted the temptation to rape my sister-in-law, surely things would have turned out differently. All I had to do was look away and fight the temptation that fateful night. I was weak I swear. I was just vulnerable. I had not had sex with my wife in a while and I wasn't the type to keep a mistress outside my matrimonial home. No way!

Finally, I found my voice and said:

“Don’t shoot me – I beg you... Please! I can explain everything...”

But she cut me short. “That’s exactly what I want you to do. I want you to explain everything but I want you to do it with a bullet in your head.”

Chapter 4: Pulling the Trigger

The gun’s hammer clicks behind the chamber. My throat goes awfully dry, yet, I cannot cry.

In all honesty, my heart bleeds at my own misdeeds. If only I could turn back the hands of time; without losing my precious life. I would surely make things different. I swear I would.

“Say your last prayers,” she barked. And I watched her apply pressure on the trigger.

“You definitely had your way with my sister but it must not linger.”

She gave the trigger a final squeeze and I closed my guilty eyes. My heart begging for mercy because I knew I was bound for Hell.

I heard a click; closely followed by a deafening bang... Is this what it feels like to die? But, wait a minute... Am I still alive?

I could still feel the cold tiles beneath my feet. I listened fearfully to my drumming heartbeat and I could hear the racy beat.

Chapter 5: The Kiss

When I felt a warm kiss on my lips, I wanted to open my eyes but I was paralysed with trepidation. 

Then I heard her voice:

“You will not die on this day,” she said.

I recognized the voice

...My sister-in-law!

I opened my eyes and lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood with a shattered skull was my beloved wife. My sister-in-law was right in front of me; holding a gun in her right hand.

When my sister-in-law spoke again, at first her words did not register but when they eventually did, my legs went weak.

In 7 agonizing words, she explained it all.

“I will not have a fatherless child...”

Before I could say anything, she spoke again:

“I’ll leave you to clean up the mess and remember... I was never here.”

I heard her familiar voice say goodbye as she withdrew into the mystifying night; with strong streaks of tears on her face. Laying one hand on her protruding belly as she walked away gracefully, she looked just like her sister.

Sadly I realize I just inked my name in the Book of Eternal Damnation

“I’m so sorry,” I say to myself. Without anyone to speak to, I bow my head and say to myself:

“Dear God... What have I done?”

Author: Samod Biobaku | Simply SAMAD

Dedication

This story is dedicated to all anyone who has ever been raped or escaped an attempted rape. May the creator protect us and those we care about. For those who have been scared, may your hearts and souls find divine and permanent healing.

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