Africa stared blankly at me. Her lips parted dry of fate to tell. The world got mum. A sigh of resignation followed by a subtle cry for life. Many of Africa’s ancestors had frequently repeated that – such was a warcry! Africa’s back was scratched – and her clothes torn in a feat of rage and brawl to escape from her rapists.
A deal was brokered selfishly and greedily between Africa’s fathers and her rapists. Bribed! Africa was cornered again. No case was to be reported to the police. Africa was violated and her virginity transgressed. Agitated, I militated to her rescue.