KASHIMAWO an intriguing life changing story

Episode 1

Push, pull, again and again and again until it came crashing on me.... Boom!  it went in tearing my soul,  detatching my spirit from my body... Splash splash.... It was warm blood gushing out..   It was like my voice box broke into pieces... I lost my voice instantly and could not shout no more. My hearing aids failed me, alas, i could only hear the tiny ticking of the clock...

All that is in my head that moment was 'papa, please hold on for me... Don't go....'   .......
It was all over within a twinkling of an eye but to me it was like horrible thousands of years prison break...

As if the horror wasn't enough, a resounding slap landed on my checks making me temporarily deaf....
"how dare you struggle with me you witch. Other girlsdon't give me stress. Who do you think you are? A sacred goddess? There was sputum all over my face. I guess it was from numerous times i was spat on....

That mumbling sound, i couldn't hear the rest of the words.... Maybe it was me who didn't want to hear or my ears playing tricks on me, i couldn't tell...
Now, i heard as if it was far but the voice was just near me....
I summoned all the strength in me and got up, staggering , blind, wounded and oh, i was heavy, full of burden but i still wanted to live for papa. I wanted him alive. I won't let him die...
           "Take this #200, i don't have change. Afterall, you don't worth my money. Boys, take her out"....  I took to the money and held it as though my life depended on it.... I didn't care about myself as i kept on walking.....
" paracetamol! Paracetamol! Ventolin! Gelusil! i said as i was panting in front of a nearby chemist... "What is wrong little girl?" Mr. Uchendu popularly called "Doctor Uche 1" kept asking me floods of questions as he saw thick blood stains on my body... He was terrified and hunted by lots of questions i guess... I couldn't hear him talk but he must have called out for me to come take my change...

I was a ghost and didnt see any one. My own ghost, i was the only one who couldn't see anything as i ran to our house but anyone who saw me would have noticed something was definitely wrong.
 "Girls of these days, look, they dont know how to take care of themselves. This one didn't know she has made a mess of herself all in the name of menstruation"....
What! I thought i can't hear no more, how come i heard what those two women were saying?
 " Papa, ventolin, oya, ventolin... Mama raise his head up, i want to give him his drugs..."
Papa's hands were stiff. He became heavy... Acetaminophen, sabutamol fell off my trembling hands... Mama didn't know he has long  kicked the bucket... She just sat beside him and was praying...
   "Mama, he is not breathing" i shouted and his friends who sat at the rare end of the room praying came closer to where papa was laid down....
 My heart started to fail me.... No, it was my  lacrimal gland that couldn't hold in more tears and just let it out...
Papa is dead. It was all my fault i came late... "It's my fault. I came late, papa why, why did you leave me? I told you to wait for me. Why? Mama wailing, groaning in pain, sympathizers, empatizers came all of a sudden and consoled her, but me? I wanted to die. Was i wrong? I went to look for help. It's my fault, i deserve what happened to me. It's my fault papa died.... It's my fault....

I turned to the right side of the matter and left.... I got a second thought... Alas, they were but questions. " was it really my fault i got raped? Was it my fault i came late and couldn't give papa his medication?" Was it really all my fault???