PROJECT LIVING-DEAD 1

Opening her eyes to the darkness, she was welcomed back to reality by a pungent smell which her brain recorded to be a dense accumulation of urine and a mixture of poo. Diya looked around but couldn’t see clearly because of the darkness.
Moving to stand up, she dipped her hand on a pile of poo, causing her to feel very irritated. Suddenly, she felt a cool breeze blow over her, drawing her attention to her state of nakedness, which suddenly, made her terrified, self-conscious and very confused.

What the hell was she doing in this dark room that not only smelt like filth, but was also filled with filth? And to top it up, she was naked. These questions, she asked herself, finding answers to none. The last thing she could remember was being in her room feasting on a pack of Noreos biscuit, while trying to make sense of the Tom Clancy novel she was reading. So far, it just didn’t make any sense.
Diya studied her surrounding, allowing her eyes get accustomed to the darkness. Just then, she noticed a crack which allowed a tiny ray of light into the room. Hastily, she made her way towards the light, hoping and praying the light would result to a door she could open and walk out from. Fortunately, it was a door and liked she had prayed, it didn’t have any lock.

Diya stepped out from the room which she soon found out to be an abandoned wooden stall. Walking cautiously, she was careful to avoid areas with too much light, while she scanned the vicinity to see if she could find any form of covering for her body. How had she come to this part of town? She kept wondering as she jumped over a pile of refuse.
Sighting a number of clothes spread out to dry, Diya walked quickly towards them. Reaching for a polka-dotted top, she stopped suddenly, freezing at the spot. She could sense them. There were three of them, all male: the closest to her was 6’2 tall, the second a 5’9, the third a 6’0.

Her head processed their entire anatomies from the distance and instantly, she was terrified! She realized it wasn’t because of the men but because of herself. How could she do all that? She had their heights to perfection!
“Ashewo don mad o!” (the prostitute has run mad), she heard the first man say.
“Na you make am mad abi?” (And that’s because you made her crazy, right?), came the second guy.

“Una too talk! The babe body set wella, conji don too hold me sef, make I go try release” (You all talk too much! Her body looks banging and I feel sex-starved; I will go have some myself some release), the third guy said as he made a move towards Diya as the other two followed after him.
“Heeyys!  Lady wetin you dey do for here? You no know say woman no dey come this kain place for night?” (Hey lady! What are you doing here? Don’t you know women don’t come to these kind of places at night?), the third guy said to her.
She did not respond.                                                                                          
“Come o! no be you I dey talk to? Sunny, see these babe o! I dey talk give am she no gree answer” (Hey! Aren’t you the one I am talking to? Sunny, look at this girl! I am talking to her but she won’t answer)
“Roberto, e fit be say she no dey hear join. Abi I lie Johnny?” (Roberto, she is probably also deaf. Or, is that a lie, Johnny?), Sunny said, laughing really hard while exposing his tobacco and gin stained teeth.

The third guy called Roberto stepped closer, “No be you I dey talk to?” (Are you not the one I am talking to?), he said, as he tried to place his hands on Diya’s shoulder.  
“Don’t you dare touch me!”, Diya heard herself say as her pulse raced.
“Haa na me you dey speak foneh for? E don be for you! Ashewo wey dey form tush” (Ha! Am I the one you are expending such grammar on? You are finished! Bloody prostitute acting all educated.”

The three men made a move to encircle her. She, however, stood still, not even flinching. Just then, Sunny made a move to push her to the ground. But, as swift as the wind, she grabbed a hold of his arm, twisting it behind him, causing a loud cracking sound. Using her legs, she toppled the third guy to the floor, hitting his Adams apple very hard with the end of her foot, causing him to choke and lose consciousness.

Making a flip, she released herself from the hold of the first guy who was now trying to grab her. Charging towards him, she kicked him hard on his stomach and pushed him to the other end of the road. Taking hold of his legs, she bent it against the right part of the joint while she hit it hard with her elbow, breaking both legs in an instant.

Two of the men, still conscious, were writhing in pain and making inaudible sounds. Diya looked at what she had done and grabbed a dress from the line which she wore and then, made a run for it. What had she done? How was she able to do that? Where had she learnt to do all that? What was happening to her? She quizzed no one exactly.

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