Within few minutes of settling down in a
secluded place – off the campus – where Bimbola (not real name) agreed
to narrate her ordeal to our correspondent last Monday, the dry white
handkerchief she was holding became soaked with tears.
She tried to stop weeping for a while,
but she couldn’t resist it, and the more her friend – who followed her
to the meeting – tried to calm her down, the more she struggled to hold
back her tears. What she passed through in August was painful,
unimaginable and dehumanising. In fact, she might not be able to forget
that night in her life.
Ever since the incident, everything about her has changed, according to her friend.
In the night of August 13, 2015 – around
12 midnight – she said she and her roommate had returned from a night
reading class in preparation for their forthcoming exam in November,
locked their room and were about to sleep when they heard their hostel
mates jamming their doors, screaming and walking up the hostel stairs.
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