Anome (A Christian Story)

Chapter 3

A rusty noise woke me up.

I wasn't surprised. I was bound with chains, ropes and tied to a pillar. My blindfold was removed.

I was in a bright room. Though, I expected myself to be in a dark, gloomy, stinky, damp place but, here I was, in a brightly lit, clean and sparkly space.

I looked in the direction of the noise. A girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen, was resting on an iron chair behind her back.

I tied to smile to her but it was like I forgot how to stretch my lips into a smile. She was also tied.

I wonder how long I've been here.

My stomach rumbled.

Then, I heard footsteps. A lady opened one of the three doors of the room. The door closed behind her with a soft clack.

She was wearing pointed heels which echoed in the room. She was tall, fair and slim. She wore a pink short sleeved shirt and grey trousers. She had a writing pad in one of her hands.

I had always hated pink. I eyed the shirt.

She made her way to the girl who had now fallen asleep while resting on the chair.

She checked her temperature, woke the girl up and ticked something off her notepad.

She made her way to my side and asked for my name.

What's your business?

"What's your name?"

"John." Then, I rolled my eyes.

She looked at me curiously and laughed. She shook her head in disbelief and wrote something down. She checked my temperature and my pulse.

Wait! Wait! Wait! I was kidnapped and now you are checking my pulse. Your brain needs a check up miss.

She looked at me and said; "Don't be scared."

Oh, really! Really?! I was taken away from home and now I'm tied up in a room and you are saying that I should not be afraid. I should just be smiling and laughing and singing nursery rhymes. Right?! Wrong! I'm not crazy!

She walked out of the room just almost hitting a very chubby man wearing an apron. He had a stack of food on a tray which he was balancing perfectly on his palm.

He untied us and served us food to our desire. I ate roast chicken with a sauce drizzled on it, pounded yam and a sauce, chinchin and a chilled pineapple drink complete with ice cubes while the other girl had a vegetable salad with cheese and water.

Potential vegetarian, strength to you.

After eating, he tied us back, opened the door and left with our dishes.

I was curious to know why we were being fed.

I hope we are not going to turn out like Salah rams.
(Rams that they fatten until they are big enough to eat for a celebration. The rams'd think that their owners love them which is 'true'.)

Suddenly, a thought crept into my mind.

"Jesus said he loves us. He said he loves me and now, I am kidnapped. He loves me soooo much. Right? Does he even exist? I mean, prove it! Prove that the Bible is not a formulated piece of fake info."

I gave a long loud hiss.

I was angry, betrayed, sad, depressed and of course lonely. Being lonely was one of the major problems I had growing up. It worsened when my mother died. I had no sibling. I won't even talk about her burial. I had no friend. Tegha, a new girl who just moved to Ibadan and to my school, was never my type. She looked too innocent in a succulent chubby body and beautiful face. I was the direct opposite. She brings food, money and all her textbooks are complete. So unlike me. I'm like the complete opposite. Literally! *covers face in shame*

I'm skinny, fourteen, ugly, poor, (you didn't have to be so mean miss author) so dumb, (can't do without cheating. Why? I can't remember school work) parentless, (I'm sure that Tegha would have a Mother and father that cook together, sing together, play with her, dance and go out together. Sheesh) and I'm probably lost at the moment.

*long sigh*

The other girl was singing.

What the heck? Are you sick? You are in danger. Bound with ropes and you are singing? Maybe she's going mad little by little. Yeah! Probably!

Then, she started to pray

LOUDLY!!!

I eyed her. Unfortunately, she was closing her eyes so she couldn't see how I looked at her irritably.

It lasted for so long. I was irritated and tired.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Some masked men came in. We were flogged with whips but, the other foolish girl continued singing and smiling. I was so confused.

Are you crazy?!

We were flogged into pulp.

I was crying. Which was unnatural. I had scaled walls, jumped tall fences, hit by all kinds of balls when I worked with my mother at a sports stadium.

Those days.*sighs sadly*

After being flogged, we were forcefully injected with something which made me sleep almost immediately.

Mummy, come and carry me away. Please. Take me with you.........................