Tales Of A Libyan Returnee- Part 8

 A Libyan returnees tales that will break you!!!

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I slept off and had nightmares, physically I was out of prison but my mind kept replaying each scenario; I saw myself been choked and raped, been drenched in Petrol, the slaps and kicks kept torturing my dreams. I woke up and saw my 2 roommates crying, they couldn't sleep because I kept screaming and shouting in my sleep.

My body was massaged with hot water and Rob but they were both surprised I didn't feel any pain, I couldn't feel any physical pain at all. Hatred, anger and rage took over my life, I hated myself and everything that surrounded me. My friends got me anti-biotics because I refused to go to hospital for check up. I followed them to show my appreciation to the Jagaban that facilitated my release, it was a new dawn for me and a welcome back party was thrown for me the following Friday.

I drank alcohol and smoked lots of cigarette that day, I wanted to forget everything and just live for the moment, my friends became worried and threatened to call my mum, during the party, one of the men that showed interest in me was there, I accepted his proposal at that point to the surprise of my friends, I agreed to date and move in with him at that.

My nightmares continued and I started to use Diazepam 5mg to aid sleep, this drug comes with prescription but it wasn't hard to get . My nightmares continued and I could only sleep with the aid of drug or alcohol, I became a total opposite of what I wanted to be.

I decided to resume work after a week rest, I told my roommates and Libyan boyfriend, they all protested but I called some Arab families and I got four feedbacks due to my ability to speak Arab, I decided to do Emshiji; live-out maid, I worked with the four families; I assigned a day of the week to each family, it was extremely stressful but I need the cash and I wanted no break.

After about a month, my Bestie asked if I was pregnant, I told her Yes, she asked if I was keeping it or if I wanted an abortion, abortion in Libya is illegal, so it was definitely not an option, she promised to go to Africa market the following week and get some herbs for me. I felt relieved for a while and was looking forward to getting rid of my first seed, I started eating well again and was gradually cutting down on my sleeping drugs, we were becoming happy again until the day my friends/roommates went to Gargaresh to get me my herbs. 

The worst finally happened and my Sanity went down the drain.....


After about 4 hours, I called my roommates, the phones were ringing but no one picked, I kept trying and trying because I felt something was wrong; Going to Gargaresh doesn't take two hours and they have spent more than 5 hours without picking, I started calling all Nigerians in Libya on my contact list and I also informed my neighbours, I was having panic attack so I took Diazepam and dozed off, I woke up around 8pm and they weren't back; I kept screaming because the picture of what they will be subjected to was playing in my head, I remembered the first day I was kidnapped, I remembered how I was threatened to open my phone, how I was brutally stabbed, my entire body soaked in Petrol and the peppery sensation it gave my eyes, the rape, torture and I just couldn't control my emotions. 

My Libyan boyfriend sent Taxi to come pick me because I couldn't sleep alone, I took more diazepam and slept off.

I woke up the following day and tried the numbers again, it was picked by a Nigerien, he told me to bring 1000 dinar to bail out my friends and if I should inform the police, he would kill them, I informed my boyfriend and he was totally against it, he said we should we inform the Police, I told him okay and left for my house to arrange the money.

When I got home, I informed my neighbours of the development, I quickly arranged 1000 dinars and went to see my roommate's Sister, she kept crying and we began search for who to deliver the ransom, no one volunteered and I agreed to go because I was familiar with the state capital and I could speak Arab.

The Taxi man we called arrived and we explained everything to him, I called the Kidnapper and they described the place location to him, after the call he told us they weren't Arabs, I smiled and told him I knew, from their accent it was obvious they were blacks.

We left for the kidnappers den after handing over the money to the Taxi driver, he was to oversee the exchange and mine was just to confirm if they were my roommates or not, I dropped my Samsung phone at home and left with a small Nokia and 20dinars to get airtime and water on the way.

We got to Kubri Shainat around noon and called the kidnappers, my taxi man spoke with them and they told us to wait, he was ready for them, since they were black he promised to handle them and get them arrested, we stood there and waited for almost an hour, we kept calling and calling them, Just when I was about to tell the taximan to make a U-turn and return home; Two tinted cars arrived, Arab men came down from the cars with weapons. The first scenario played in my head again.

 We were expecting black kidnappers, how on earth are Arabs here? I asked no one.....