The Story of Victims by arinzegod12

The silence of the night is thrown into turmoil as fisted flesh pounded on the crooked door which groaned for mercy, Nkechi and her three daughters were no strangers to these happenings, the chicken has come to roost after hours of drinking himself to stupor.

On opening the door to relieve it of torment, the sound that followed was loud enough for the deaf to hear, Nkechi held her face staring sheepishly at the figure in front of her, her husband Solochus with his bulging belly like a Python who had swallowed a Cow whole. The Green Bottle fell off his hand rolling down the passage as he staggered along only to pass out in a pool of his own Urine. It was just like every other Friday Night.

Witch oh!!!!!! You want to reap where you did not sow!!!! Tufiakwa, you Oluoma, you that couldn't give our brother a son, now you have killed him and you want to inherit his property, it will not work oh I say it will not work oh. These soul killing words was Oluoma wake up call ever since she was widowed, her sister-in-law made her home a living hell.

They said her husband died of swollen tummy, poor man, no child to continue his name, chai Mama Precious how will he have a child when that Ogbanje Oluoma has eaten all the children in her womb. One rumour after the other only made things worse. The next day Oluoma's body was found dangling on the Udara tree in the center of the compound.

Uncle Ike was too friendly with kids, he was the neighborhood petty kiosk owner who sold sweets and biscuits. His youngest customers comprising of mostly little boys he lures into his house promising them chocolate treats. They come in innocent with the happiest of smiles and live gloomy and utterly shaken. There mouths are sealed not to tell anyone what they have experienced or nice Uncle Ike will not be so much nice.

The day has broken in the street of Ogbomosho to reveal another mutilated body of a Sex Worker dumped in the gutter. The Fifth body found in this state in the month of July, it was not anything new to the inhabitants of one of the deadliest slum, anything goes. It has to be the same story, a girl of Sixteen lured to the city by one of the big Madams who run a brothel, a promise of a better life does the trick now Kemi must sell her body to fill the coffers of her Madam.

An argument over unpaid service fee escalates into body battering and the rest they say is "Mutilated Body Found in the Street of Ogbomosho".