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Photo: Maureen Alikor On the 16th of November 2016, my door was forced open by armed robbers who immediately striped us of all our devices and valuables. Myself and a friend. With a gun to our head, we were commanded to strip. We did. Yes, we were raped at gun point. All our pleas fell on deaf ears as they had their way, and left. Few minutes later, mobile policemen and neighbors began to converge in their neighborly pattern; in twos and threes, with folded arms, solemn looks, bowed heads and pitiful eyes; with much “sorry” and “take heart” to give, and curses intended to follow the rapists/armed robbers. But soon they left in their trickles. Fast forward to the next morning, neighbors and sympathizers converged yet again, and started dishing out various kinds of words of encouragement and advice on what to do; ranging from taking my pants to prayer altars so as to lay curses on the culprits, to burying the panties thereby burying their destinies. Others said, to

Photo: Sofeminine.co.uk You have liked, loved, and had an ocean of patience to make things work. You have found yourself frequently questioning if the feeling is mutual because you seem to be the only one doing all the work. It’s as if you are the only one who wants it, and that bad.    Many times you have fought the urge to drop the bomb question “So what’s happening? Where are we headed, you and I?” but let it go because you do not want to sound desperate, even in your own ears. And when you finally get the courage to ask some warranted questions, you are met with tense, on edge behavior that makes you feel like you’re the one clingy of all sorts. Finding yourself in a relationship that is going nowhere is like a dog trying to catch his own tail. You keep running around in circles of your own until you are dog-tired; spent from all that convoluted chase. But are you blind to the reality that’s hitting you? No. A lot of women know when their love is unrequited bec