CHAPTER 8:STRANDED
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The woman beside Amaka refused to answer her.
That was when Amaka knew something was wrong.
Her heart began pounding heavily as she quietly reached for her phone to call her uncle.
Before she could dial the number, one of the men suddenly snatched the phone from her hand.
Amaka: “Hey! My phone!”
Before she could react, another man pulled out a gun and pointed it directly at her.
Man: “Cooperate with us, or you will die here.”
Amaka froze.
Her entire body began to shake.
Amaka: “Please, sir! I’m new in Lagos. I was posted here for my NYSC. Please, don’t kill me. I don’t have anything.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded.
Man: “Keep quiet!”
He grabbed her bag and searched through it.
Man: “Bring out whatever you have!”
Amaka: “I don’t have anything, sir. It’s only my phone and the money my uncle gave me for transportation.”
The men searched her belongings and took everything she had.
Amaka sat there crying helplessly, too terrified to say another word.
After taking her belongings, the men ordered the driver to stop.
They pushed Amaka out of the bus and drove away, leaving her stranded by the roadside.
Amaka stood there, crying uncontrollably.
She looked around.
People were walking past her, some staring briefly before continuing on their way.
Nobody stopped to help.
She wiped her tears and began walking up and down the road, completely confused and terrified.
She didn’t know where she was.
She didn’t know how to get back to her uncle’s house.
And worst of all, she didn’t have his phone number memorized.
After walking for several minutes, she noticed a young man standing by the roadside.
Amaka approached him cautiously.
Amaka: “Excuse me, please…”
The young man looked at her.
Amaka: “Please, can I use your phone to make a call?”
The young man looked at her tearful face and immediately noticed that something was wrong.
He handed his phone to her.
Young Man: “Yes, you can.”
Amaka quickly collected the phone and dialed her mother’s number.
Her mother answered.
Mama Amaka: “Hello? Amaka?”
The moment Amaka heard her mother’s voice, she burst into tears.
Amaka: “Mama, please…”
Mama Amaka: “Amaka! What happened? Why are you crying?”
Amaka: “Mama, I entered the wrong bus. I don’t even know where I am. They took my phone, my money… they took everything!”
Her mother gasped in shock.
Mama Amaka: “Haa! My daughter!”
The young man standing beside Amaka shook his head sadly, feeling sorry for her.
Mama Amaka: “Please, stay wherever you are! Don’t move from that place. I will call your uncle immediately. Just send me the address and your location.”
Amaka: “Okay, Mama.”
She ended the call and handed the phone back to the young man.
She stood there silently, tears still running down her face.
For the first time since arriving in Lagos, Amaka realized that the city she had dreamed about might be far more dangerous than she ever imagined.
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