CHAPTER EIGHT A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

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CHAPTER EIGHT

A GIRL FROM EHOMBA MOUNTAIN WHO WANTS TO ACHIEVE SOMETHING

From the Mountain to the City Lights

My dream of staying in Windhoek was slowly turning into a nightmare.

Once again, I was in a situation where I had no control.

Cota Ma-Cups drove fast. I screamed. I shouted. I tried to open the door. But the car would not stop.

Then he did something that froze my blood.

He reached into his side and placed a 9mm pistol on the dashboard.

I became silent.

I cried quietly.

In that moment, I truly believed I was going to die.

“Why have you abandoned me, God?” I whispered inside my heart.

Then he said words I will never forget:

“I am going to rape you. Nobody disrespects me the way you and your cousin did. I am Cota Ma-Cups,  a respected man in Angola. I will teach you a lesson.”

He laughed.

“If you want money, take it. But if you try to run, I will deal with you.”

We arrived at a house I did not recognise.

It was dark.

Far from the city lights.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

He ordered me out of the car.

My legs were shaking.

He dragged me upstairs into a bedroom.

I was already wearing a short dress. I felt exposed. Weak.

He slapped me.

Hard.

He pushed me onto the bed.

I screamed.

I begged him to stop.

But he did not listen.

He forced himself on me.

He did not know I was still a virgin.

He did not know how painful it was.

I thought this was the end.

Then suddenly,

A loud crack.

A bottle smashed.

He fell to the floor.

For a second, I thought it was his wife.

But when I looked carefully, I saw a young woman standing there, crying.

Behind her,

Ndjona-Top.

Kenaa.

Tjipaa.

They had followed us.

Ndjona-Top ran to me and wrapped a towel around my body.

I cried uncontrollably.

Cota Ma-Cups was on the floor, shaking.

Kenaa quickly checked his pulse.

“Guys… I think he is not breathing,” she said.

“How do you know?” Tjipaa asked.

“I am studying nursing,” Kenaa replied.

Silence.

Fear.

Shock.

The young woman who had hit him began to speak.

“My name is Natacha. I am from Angola. This man brought me here when I was young. He promised me work. Instead, he kept me here. He and his friends raped me many times.”

My heart broke.

She looked at me.

“I could not let him hurt another girl.”

She said she would go to the police and report herself.

No.

We could not let her do that.

If he was dead…

Everything would change.

Our lives.

My dream.

Everything.

Ndjona-Top took control.

“We clean up. We leave nothing behind.”

Her voice was calm but strong.

We wiped surfaces.

We removed traces.

We moved carefully.

Then Ndjona-Top said something unexpected.

“He keeps money under the bed.”

And she was right.

There was a bag full of cash.

She looked at Natacha.

“Take the money. Leave. No one knows you. Go back home. Start a new life.”

Natacha hesitated.

But she took it.

And disappeared into the darkness.

We drove away in Tjipaa’s Mercedes.

In the back seat, my cousin held me tightly.

For the first time, I felt her love, not the party girl, not the wild cousin, but the protective sister.

We were silent.

Then suddenly, Tjipaa stopped the car.

Turned off the engine.

We all hugged each other.

Ndjona-Top spoke softly:

“For the Ozonduna Sisterhood, what we do, what we say, stays with us. It dies with us.”

We placed our hands together.

And made a vow.

I joined.

By choice.

As we drove to Tjipaa’s house, my mind would not rest.

What if he was not dead?

What if the police found out?

What if we were seen?

I could have reported it as self-defence.

But Natacha had acted first.

She had saved my life.

How could we betray her?

Still, I could not ignore the truth.

If this came out…

My dream of becoming a lawyer would be over.

My mother’s heart would break.

At Tjipaa’s house, everything looked normal.

Her mother gave us biscuits and juice.

Her stepfather had just returned from a trip to England.

He told Tjipaa they needed to talk later.

Something about his hand gesture made me uncomfortable.

But I stayed quiet.

We all said, “The night was fine.”

Lies.

More lies.

Later, as we tried to sleep, I could not.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Cota Ma-Cups on top of me.

I felt his weight.

His breath.

His anger.

I woke up sweating.

Shaking.

I stood up to go to the bathroom.

I was still in pain.

I needed to check myself.

To make sure he had not taken something from me.

I whispered,

“Thank you, God.”

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw something strange.

Tjipaa was not in the room.

I saw her walking toward the guest rooms outside.

Maybe she also could not sleep.

I waited a few minutes.

Then I followed her.

The door to the guest room was slightly open.

A small lamp was on.

And what I saw inside…

Made my heart stop.

A big man.

On top of a small child.

Both frozen when they saw me.

My mouth opened.

“Aayee, mbwae tjiri nu!”

(No, my dear, seriously!!)

The world spun again.

Another secret.

Another darkness.

And I was standing right in the middle of it.

The End of Chapter Eight

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