Tiit For Tat - S01 E41

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Tiit For Tat - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

Ravaging Robbers

“Extinction is the rule. Survival is the exception.” – Carl Sagan

{Rosaline's POV}

With the passengers in the bus, we gisted among ourselves. Talking about hair and makeup. Hahaha I’m very sure the men were lost in that area. The driver showed us Nollywood movies to keep us entertained while we rode towards Accra.

One of the movies that captured my interest was “Love Bond.” In that movie, Ramsey Noah tried all that he could to win the heart of the beautiful Damsel Genevieve Nnaji but her father ( Pete Edochie) won’t allow her.

At a point in time most of the passengers were hungry and bought food from sellers hawking along the road.

At Dabala, we were delayed for about 20-25mins by the immigration because they seemed not to trust the ours. I even heard one saying ” this 419 people, where are they going. I heard one of them saying a Nigerian girl stole his money after they had fun and she drugged his drink.”

From their behaviour, I realised Ghana shared some similarities with Nigeria; Tribalism and Xenophobic tendencies towards Strangers and bribery.

At another checkpoint , I saw our driver giving his licence to the police officer. Inside the small booklet was a wad of Cedi notes.

I knew exactly what it was all about~ Bribery and corruption.

After the check and greasing the palm of the Officer, we continued our journey.

All we did was sit, enjoy the AC and continued watching the movie.

Thirty minutes later, a strong wind began to blow outside the bus.

The weather changed from sunny to windy and then to gloomy. Clouds gathered and we were welcome with the pelt of the rain.

The rains fell and fell heavily.

Visibility was almost zero. It thundered frightfully. The wind blew forcefully and the trees bent here and there, creaking under the strain. The gutters were swollen and swallowed by the floods,dark clouds loomed above and one only saw the way by the intermittent lightning that punctuated the thunder claps.

The driver use instinct and memory to drive the bus slowly in the unnatural night. He realised the wipers were making no difference to the flood pouring down the windscreen but he stubbornly drove on.

The car was almost floating and the carpet was becoming wet. Applying the brakes that worked faultily he skidded to a standstill.

The car floated into the side gutter, two of its tyres sank into the partial depth of the gutter.

The depth of the gutter wasn’t originally partial but the incessant dumping of rubbish and unwanted material reduced its depth to shallow.

If we remain in the car, our weight will cause the bus to fully submerge in the gutter so we managed to get out into the rain as our driver tried all that he could, using all the experience he had garnered over the years to remove the bus from the gutter. Some men were helpful. Amazingly , out of 60 passengers, only 12 were men.

After spending close to an hour and half , the two tyres were finally removed from the gutter.

The rains had reduced to a drizzle.

We entered the bus and continue the journey When…….”

Some men suddenly crossed the road 70 metres from the lane of our bus. The bus was still gaining speed.

In front of us, three men were in the middle of the road wielding AK47 assault rifles. They signalled our driver to stop but he drove madly on towards them. He was aware they were criminals. All 60 of us

passengers on board began to panic.

The robbers began firing towards the windscreen. Two of the passengers close to the front seat were shot in the stomach. Still the driver refused to stop the vehicle. Rather, he increased the acceleration, which forced the three robbers in the middle of the road to give way and jump into the nearby bush.

The robbers continued firing at the vehicle and “a passenger sitting behind my seat was hit by a bullet in the stomach and another person in the leg”.

The driver continued to speed until another bullet hit him at the back of his head. He let go of the steering wheel and smashed his head on the windscreen of the bus.

The car sway from side to side amidst our screams and howling for the divine lord to help us.

Jesus!!,Jesus!!!,Jesus!!!!!,

“J-e-s-u-ssssssss!!!!!!!!”

The passenger closer to the driver tried fruitlessly to control the steering wheel. The bus lurged forward like an angry ram until it skidded off the road and hit a tree a few metres away from the road.

The impact of the collision caused us to jerk backward abruptly.

I could hear the breaking and snapping of some human bones.

My heart was beating ‘gboom gboom!! gboom.!!’.

Somebody forced the bus door open and we began leaving the bus.

Then we heard a harsh command

ing voice , ” hei, you there, stop!!!!

I turned round. It was armed robbers. A quick scan revealed they were 7 in number. I remembered I initially saw three on the road.

“Get out and start removing your monies, jeweries and other things of monetary benefits,” ordered the criminals.

The gangs collected monies from almost all the passengers including their mobile phones. Somehow, they didn’t approach me. I didn’t even have enough to give to them. Just Ghc 50.

To my greatest surprise, some of the beautiful young ladies in the bus were stripped naked. The robbers gazed at their breast and thighs lustfully while still pointing their rifles at us.

We were all shaking like leaves, as if that was our last day on us.

Off course to some of the passengers , it was. A lady who clearly slapped one of the robbers for touching her breast and her

” girlish pit below” was yanked off the bus by two of the robbers and gang raped mercilessly in the bush , after which she was shot.

After that incident, we the girls submitted ourselves willingly as the men toyed with our ni^ples, our genitalia and even the real ..sex.

With our driver dead, we were left at the mercy of the robbers. All the cars on the road seemed to disappear after the rainfall.

The fact that our bus skidded into the bus gave the robbers extra advantage. The few male passengers in our bus who tried to fight the robbers were either killed instantly or maimed. With the few men put under their control, they pleasured themselves with the girls and even a few old women who could give birth to them.

I realised their attention was not on me because ranking the young ladies in the car in terms of curves and beauty, I may struggle to rank 30 out of the 48 ladies, the 12 men aside.

It’s logical, why will you leave juicy mangoes for less juicy ones.

I glanced around.The place was heavily forested. I moved backward for a few minutes and then broke into a run towards the forest.

I heard one of the robbers saying something in their local dialect.

Then one of them say a snippet of the words in English.

“….Escape? …Girl ?”

I increased my pace and was soon in the heart of the forest.

I was afraid of the sounds of the twigs as I stepped on them and the incessant humming of the bees. The bees were not the only sign of life in the thick forest. There were insects and other nocturnal creatures.

The sounds of owls created an enigmatic atmosphere around me. The brushes rustled with small mammals and insects skirting along the forest floor.

The towering trees formed a robust canopy making the forest darker than it ought to be.

I could hear the breath of some

thing approaching me. Surely it didn’t sound like human’s breath.

I stood at my spot for a few minutes and saw the figure of the beast approaching me with calculated steps. I was gripped with fear and broke into a run again.

I didn’t have time to clearly see it clearly but I knew if it got me, I won’t be spared. I ran like I was an athlete in the Olympics.

It was getting closer.

My heart stopped beating for a few seconds and came back , beating in quick succession. I breathed in and out but my lungs had suddenly tightened , to block air from entering my lung.

Starved for air, my heart raced at tremendous speed and my shallow lungs rose and fail. Each second of my life was submerged in fear.

Somehow, I escaped from the beast. I couldn’t hear its breath again.

Then when I stopped to relax a bit,

I heard footsteps at my back again.

Human footsteps. They were coming along a path in the forest.

Then I heard voices. I tiptoed gently behind a big bush. A huge tree was between the bush and the path.

Behind the bush , I saw three of the robbers. They stopped behind the tree. Then..hmmm…….A phone beep.

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Will Rosaline be caught by the Armed robbers?

What about Cassandra? What is happening to her?

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The story is getting Tougher ?

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