My Rich Nigerian Boo – Chapter 16

“People will treat you based on the way you conduct yourself around them” – Edgar Rathelele

There is nothing scarier than facing death right in front of you. You will find yourself praying in tongues asking Papa to go deeper. The driver was shot and had no means to control the car. The truck was driving at high speed and there was no way it was gonna stop before colliding with our Polo. I made peace with the fact that my life was over. I knew I was not going to survive. I knew I was not going to be there for younger brother’s birthday. It was at that stage that I knew God was real. He was punishing me for being part of the evil sphithiphithi that was going on. I closed my eyes and started praying. The next thing I heard tyres screeching. The car was swerving in a very uncontrollable manner. The car came to a full halt on the side of the road. It didn’t roll or do anything, it just stopped tsiiiii.


I opened my eyes and looked around. The guy on the front passenger seat looked like someone who had fainted. There was no any blood on his clothes. The wounded driver whispered something. I was relieved when he showed signs of life. It’s not easy to witness a person dying in front of your eyes. At first I didn’t hear him because his vocal cords were malfunctioning. I asked him to speak louder. He murmured, “I am dying. Please take my phone and call my mother. Tell her I am dead and that she must come fetch me right now.” He went silent after those words. I tried to shake him but there was no sign of life. I was in an EFF’d up situation. I was stranded over 500 kilometres away from home in a car that had a dead body. I was happy God saved my life but……

The Mercedes-Benz with gunmen was nowhere to be seen. Part of me knew it was not far. I had to do some quick thinking because I knew my life was not out of danger. I saw a wallet between the driver’s seat and the front passenger’s. I closed my eyes and said “I am sorry God, a girl must do what she gotta do to survive. I am not a sinner. Amen.” I opened the wallet and found more than 10 R200 notes. I took the wallet, opened the door and ran. I didn’t know where I was running to but I knew it would lead me somewhere. I wanted a garage or any public place. With R2000 in my pocket I knew I could get home safely. God answered my answers when I spotted a garage 25 minutes into my running. I ran into the filling station convenience store and collapsed.

The first thing the staff members of that filling station did was to take videos. Smart phones are owned by stupid people. A person can die while some fools are busy taking videos and pictures. Luckily one lady attended me. She asked if I was okay and I told her some guys wanted to rape me. I couldn’t tell them the truth. Black people don’t play, you tell them you were with drug lords and they will go mob justice on you. That is how fed up our people are with people who ruin lives by selling drugs. As soon as she heard the word rape her motherly instincts kicked in. She took me to some room and made me lie on the bench. Ten minutes later the police arrived. Nxa, I was not even aware that the lady called cops. The last thing I wanted was to make false statements to cops. All I wanted was to hit the N3 to Gauteng.

I heard one male cop telling his colleague “there is no rape here. This one is dating Nigerians. You can see in her eyes that she is chowed by Naijas kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa kwa.” One of the reasons many women die in silence is because people who are tasked with protecting us are the very same people who will make judgemental comments and fun of victims. I think cops should be forced to go for rape victim handling course with a pass mark of 80%. I know I lied about surviving a rape attempt but they had no right to make such comments. They told me they would take to the police station where I would be safe. They also wanted to take a statement from me. I almost told him to drop me at King Shaka International Airport. They took me to their car and drove away with me.

I was sitting between the driver and his colleague. They asked where I was from and I told them I was from Joburg. The driving cop asked how I got to Durban. “Some guy promised me a job here in Durban. When we got to his place he wanted to sleep with me and I refused. He tried to force himself on me and I ran away.” They looked at each other and shook their heads. The passenger cop’s phone rang. He was not saying much except for nodding and shaking his head. After the call he told his colleague to turn right. I was a bit uncomfortable with that because I saw a road sign that showed the police station was almost a kilometre away using the road we were at. The driving cops asked his colleague why he wanted them to turn right. “The call I got is from Lotto, the Nigerian guy. I think we have something he wants,” he said

“WHAT??????? Yhoooooooo mmawweeeeeee..”



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