The Land Of The Rising Sun: Chapter 2: A Cold Welcome.

Chapter 2: A Cold Welcome It seemed over, but Ndubuisi raised me up and carried me on his back. We went into the thick forest, where he used Ngiribe leaves to massage my waist. I wailed at the loss of two sons in one day. I decided to admit defeat. I opened my calabash and buried the only part of Ngozi's body I could find. I managed to get up, and with the aid of Ndubuisi, we made our way out of the forest. We were fully aware that we were far away from the refugee camp, but we were in Ubakala, my hometown. I hoped to see my parents, and the smile on Ndubuisi's face gave me the assurance that all was well. We were welcomed by a pool of dead bodies. I was bewildered, and Ndubuisi wore the same expression of shock. He tried to approach me, hoping to console me, but he stepped on a trap. He was badly wounded. There was little or no noise, yet Ndubuisi fell slowly. I leaped towards him and saw a Nigerian soldier, fully aware of his presence. I paid no attention to the soldier but rushed to my Ndubuisi. Our memories flashed through my mind, and... I woke up in a noisy place. A face was very close to mine. I screamed, only to realize that I was in a Nigerian camp. Men were stark naked, taking turns violating different women, and I was one of them. I felt pain all over my body. I looked up to behold the face before me. It was him. The same man who had killed Ndubuisi. His death flashed through my mind once more, and I cried. The man was sweating as he moved over me, but my mind was no longer there. I felt nothing except pain. I remembered only Ndubuisi. As the Nigerian soldier ran his tongue between my breasts, I realized that I was naked. The ordeal was tormenting, and I had no choice but to endure it. He stood up, revealing his pencil-sized, erect shaft that kept coming close to my face. He wanted me to put it in my mouth, but I refused. I kept my mouth shut. His fellow soldiers came over, held my hands, and covered my nose, hoping I would open my mouth for air. I was turning blue, so I had no choice but to open my mouth. As I gasped for breath, he forced himself on me. I bit him as hard as I could. He cried out like a baby. Then... Everything went black. When I woke up again, I was dressed and sitting among other women. I stood up and tried to get away, but a woman stopped me. I later found out that her name was Aisha. She told me how useless it was to try escaping because I was in the heart of the camp. I cried my way back to where I had been lying and was consoled by an elderly woman. She quietly gave me tips on how to escape if I truly wanted to. She told me that the Nigerian soldiers were usually less alert as early as 10 p.m., so I had a chance. As I waited for the time to come, memories of my family flooded my mind, and I dozed off. I was awakened almost immediately by the elderly woman who had promised to help me escape. I kept running until my legs could no longer carry me. I collapsed from exhaustion onto a bench. It wasn't until I woke up the following morning that I realized I was in Umuahia.

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