I wondered how I was going to get to my brothers and friends back in Nigeria. I kept pacing in my room wondering why Agatha will take my phone away from me. Two hours later, a team of health personnel stormed my room with Agatha’s permission. I asked why I have medical personnel in my room because I had not complained of sickness.

I tried to leave the room yet they held me back and injected me with a substance that left me paralysed.

I cried bitterly and screamed but Agatha said no one will ever hear me. I got extremely scared because I knew no one and no one will know what had become of me. My brothers were going to be worried sick and my friends too. I was in a very helpless situation.

I lay in bed not being able to move my arms or feet. My mind kept wondering why I was a prey to such evil.

Each passing day, I was injected a new substance. It had been a week already and I did not know if the sun was rising or setting. Every place was dark.

The maid and the bodyguard Agatha assigned to me had left. I had not eaten anything for a week. I got pale by the day and I got weaker too.

When I lost my parents I thought that was traumatic yet no trauma could be compared to the one I had been living for a week. I never saw Agatha the whole time.

Days, weeks and months went by and I did not hear from Agatha. The only people I saw were the doctors who came injecting me with substances I did not know about.

Three months on, Agatha resurfaced and the first person she came to see was I. The truth had never been this bitter.

Agatha asked me laughing diabolically;

“What silly thing was running through that mind of yours?”

“Did you really think your parents applied for a scholarship ?”

“How could you have been so dumb to think I’ll show kindness to you all?”

Agatha told me I was abroad to make money for her and I was never going back to Nigeria. She told me my brothers were never in a boarding school. They were in Ajegunle. I burst into tears because I knew how dangerous Ajegunle was. Ajegunle is known for being Lagos’ toughest and most dangerous slums.

I could not bring myself to imagine how much my brothers had been suffering back in the country. The only crime we committed was being orphans.

After hearing all these, I understood why my mom never had anything to do with Agatha while she was alive. I was stupid!!!

Even in my state, I made sure I stayed level headed. My mind kept working and I kept thinking of how to leave before Agatha gets me killed.

TO BE CONTINUED…