The silent victim
By mercy olawale
I was so happy when I heard that have been posted to Lagos state for my youth service, a state full of live and where everyone is also lively.
I started making plans on how to get an apartment there before I travel and fortunately for me , a friend of mine found one for me and he said its a good place though its a public yard.
so sorry, I did not tell u guys my name…I’m marvellous, a young lady that full of dreams.
I arrived at Lagos and straight to the place my friend found for me.
when I got to the compound everyone received me with joy like they have known me for years…my joy knew no bound to know that people here are good and that most of them are singles ( singles ladies and guys)
the next day, as I was walking round the compound I noticed that a door was closed , no curtain but it was locked from the inside..I wonder who is in , who could have close his or her door this hot afternoon but anyways I ignored
three days later, I saw a lady coming out from that room, she was so beautiful but behind that beauty I could noticed a dull expression , If someone had told me such a beautiful lady lives here , I wouldn’t have believe, but then I wonder why she have been inside alone for the past three days I came.
Days turn into week, as the same Lady keeps coming and going into her room alone, no one talks or greet her, and I wonder why she is like that, why did people separate from her…and why is she always looking dull….but then I made no attempt to meet or ask what the problem is.
One day I called one of my neighbor and ask her why that lady behaves like that and why Is that people don’t associate themselves with her. then my neighbor answered and said that she met the Lady here and that when she noticed no one was talking to her, she herself separated from her too just like everyone else.. then she told me that this is Lagos where everyone mind there business and that I should mind my business and forget about the lady…But within me something wants me to talk to her and ask her what the problem is , and also be her friend but I never did instead I listen to my neighbor and mind my business.
After four weeks…I noticed that for some days , the lady have stop coming out, every time I come back from work her door is always lock.
then one Saturday the whole compound started smelling like a rotten dead body of something… we searched and searched but we did not see anything then one person said he could perceived the smell from the same lady room …and that’s she we decided to break the door after several knocking but no response.
the door was forcefully break and that’s when we saw the dead body of the same lady that has always been silent…her body has swollen and turn black and the whole room was stinking but then there was a paper on her hand, like something she wrote before she died..
I put on a hand gloves as I pick the paper to read…
( This was written on the paper)
I lost my parents at a very young age, I went to live with my uncle who raped and molested me…I ran for my life but then I noticed I was pregnant, while trying to keep my self, I took drugs prescribed by a friend and then my womb damaged… I went through hell in life but no one to share my problems with, o was criticised and left alone and no one to care for me….so many people made entry into my life but instead of repairing my broken life they shattered it the more.
every night I cry but no one was there to wipe my tears off, sometimes I wished an angel could just come and ask me how am I doing… then maybe I would have shared my problem with the person, but no one came…no one…one cared, no one…I think alone and then find my solutions alone…that when I decided that death is the better option.
after reading this, I fell down to the floor and cried, I wished I has spoken to her, I wished I was that angel, I wished I listen to my heart…but no I joined everyone else…not knowing she is one of the silent victim ….
I watched as they carried her corpse .
from then henceforth , I promised never to neglect anyone and to always Care.
hope we learnt something, I just wasn’t us to know that many people out there are dying of depression …please be an angel today as you save a soul…
God bless u all
The silent victim