Part 1
Author: Emitomo Oluwatobiloba.

Early May……………

When Eva angrily left her mum seething in the kitchen for the choir rehearsal after their long heating argument which has never ceased to come up daily, she had no clue it would be the very last time she would ever see her mum, hear her voice, feel her pain and see her house.
Maybe if she had known, she might have told her mum soothingly that those words she said, all of them, she never meant them, maybe she might’ve have held her in a close embrace, pat her back, kiss her temple and tell her for the last time that everything would be soon be fine, maybe she would have given her a long lecture on a what a prick her father- the man her mother fell in love with was and is, maybe she might have told her that she did steal that money for her boyfriend’s chemotherapy; he needed it so bad, maybe her mother would have seen a reason to stay off being mad at her, maybe, just maybe Eva would not have stepped out of her grandfather’s cottage.

She had been walking just along the path she had forever known around six in the evening, when the crescent of the sun already had fully kissed the foot of the dark blue canopy covering the face of the earth, humming ‘hark the herald’, her toe hit a hard object- a bad omen, she looked down to check out the damage done, her eyes caught no sight of blood but the sharp pain in her toe was so acute that she had to limp for a while, fighting hard not to go back home to nurse her injury, “that would be like a rat running out of a cat’s way, going back to sneak up on him” she said to herself, so she continued her course.

  When she got to the alley which links her street to the church's, a surge of fear raced through her body and she could feel the goose-pimples come alive; it was too quiet, too cold, just like it has always been there, "mucles of a cementary" her naughty highschool mates call it.

She repositioned her almost-fallen backpack containing her books, few clothes, hidden food and money-essentials for independence, well she’s used to staying in church whenever she and her mother had a major fight, and “major” would be nothing but an understatement for the fight they had today, it was hell brought to earth.
Chris’ parents are with him at the hospital and as she was told, her presence only would breed more damage; don’t they blame her for his cancer? As long as they are concerned, their ‘boy’ never would have been in his present state if he wasn’t seeing her.
“Crazy illiterates” Eva cursed into the freezing air, she remembered how she started dating Chris, the cute and most popular guy in school- well known for his bravery- his saving her life.
Suddenly, Eva’s array of thought was interrupted when out of nowhere two muscular arms grabbed her from behind and she staggered a little bit, keeping her stand not to fall, before she could get a grip on the nerve of the situation, she felt a black cloth cover her eyes and was carried by (she was so sure) two men to God knows where.

Eva felt being thrown into the back of(she thinks) a truck, she heared it’s engine brought to life and tires screeching. She wanted to shout, she really had wanted to from the moment she started to feel something sinister about the alley’s ultra coldness, the girdle-like strip of cloth tied across her mouth served the purpose her abductors wanted it to; it prevented her from being able to make any sound that could even scare a fly away. She ignored the sour taste of the cloth as it mixed with her salty sweat, she twisted her body to reposition herself in the truck’s hind with the amount of energy left from the last meal she ate(which she actually did not finish) before her mum picked up a fight with her, she actually was unable two use her arms, like her mouth, they had been trussed up too but with a strong cord this time. The sensitivity of sharp pain across her lips and the burning sensation as the implication of the binds was interrupted when a putrid smell evolved out of nowhere.

She heared what seemed like pants and silent mourn, she curiously elongated her legs and they hit a hairy head, someone let out a whisper-like squeal and Eva at that moment realized that she was not alone in the rear of the truck; those men kidnapped not just her alone, she is sure there are more and she is bent on finding out where they are being taken to and what they want with them.
Eva remembered her mother’s chat with Miriam’s mother few weeks back about the recent incidents in their town, about young girls walking out of thier homes never to return, first was Margaret, the storekeeper’s only daughter; and her mother, almost self-slaughtered but she has gotten over it now, or hasn’t she? The last time Eva saw her, she was with a child, a replacement for the missing one?
Next was Gabriella, the fruit seller’s third child, a twelve year old, her mother had told her to go get some polythene right around the Church and she never was seen again, isn’t her mother the crazy woman who sleeps not far from the stall beside her house now?
Theresa, the third girl was Eva’s arithmetic teacher’s one and only daughter, ten year old, she after bidding her mother goodbye, left for school and has not been seen since then. Her father no longer teaches arithmetic now, he is the man buried at the back of the school’s latrine.
Rebecca, Eva’s best friend had gone to get some pencils and crayons for her drawing the last time Eva saw her; that was the last time everyone, atleast, those in town ever saw her.
Fifteen girls have been reported missing since the past three months and when Eva did her calculations very well, she discovered that five girls were taken each month, girls of ages between ten and eighteen. When Rebecca was discovered missing, Eva cried herself to sleep every night and when the police had told the girl’s parents that they have tried their best, all to avail, Eva silently one evening while it was raining and she needed her friend so bad, swore in her heart to in her own way find those girls and help them. How would she do this? She’s not even in the force! She disposed the idea into an imaginary bin.
Every day, Eva sees the street littered with posters of missing girls and their town now is known for being grief-stricken.
Now, Eva knew her time has come, she has been taken too, she doesn’t feel weak or sad or angry, instead, there’s a bit of flow of joy through her vein, maybe this is it! Maybe her chance to save the girls is here, but how? She doesn’t even know how to fight! She couldn’t stand her mum killing the hen last Christmas! She never learnt karate! So how?
Eva stopped rolling the ball of ‘whys’ and thought remembered her mum, she felt bad for being bad to her,she wondered how she would feel when Eva doesn’t return in a few days time. Eva thought about Benson; her dog, her mum never liked her, who’s going to take care of her? Maybe, she’ll just, after a while wander away when are cry for Eva refuse to conjure her. Eva pictured how Chris would feel if he found out his girlfriend was missing, the image was so ugly so she shut her eyes so tight, Chris would be sad, sure but his parents are definitely going to dish meals of lies about her for him to consume, they already did, didn’t they cause thier first break up before Chris later saw the truth around their bitterly-delivered lie.
Eva thought about school, well no one would miss her, she is the crazy short girl whom the cool guy of every girl’s dream fell in love with, she hated school anyway.
While riding through the lane of
mysterious disappearances and thought about home, she fell asleep.

Eva felt a cold metal hit her temple and it hurt so bad. The girdle across her mouth was taken off and so was the cord too.
When the blindfold was off, Eva felt like her eyes had taken in too much light than it could accommodate so she shut them immediately, slowly loosening the muscles eventually.
She looked around and saw a beautiful storey building before her, a very big one with a bright blue color, she saw the other girls in the truck, and the men who took them ordered them in a strong voice to get off the truck, Eva and the other victims, all female did as they were told and followed right after the man leading in the front, from behind, she saw that he had a canon in hand, before she entered into the building, she took a detective-look at the surrounding, the environment and registered that it is like a close or less an estate.

When they got in, they were taken through a passage and Eva saw young girls sleeping on the beds, arranged in bunks, it was night already and the place looks like an hostel’s dormitory.
The ma opened a room and motioned for them to enter, they did and the first person Eva saw was Theresa, then Miriam, then surprisingly, Rebecca, she was happy, the girls pretended to be sleeping but she knew so well that they are not. The girls looked weak and Eva caught a glimpse of hurt even in thier tightly shut eyes.
“You take a bed, eaashh, you hear wetin I talk? I no wan hear any kin talk or baby baby cry or mumureth oh? You hear whata dey yan you so?” The man roared in pidgin and the girls nodded in response, he left the room and shut the door, locking it from the outside.

 Eva moved to where Rebecca was and when she was about to talk, the girl let out a "shhh...." Placing a finger right across her lips. 

“Just sleep for now, you really don’t wanna get caught talking”
Eva nodded and found a bunk empty, she went up and laid down gently, tired as a result of the long drive.
Before she slept off, she vowed in her heart to ask Rebecca about it all and get a grip on the situation.

“I’m not here to stay, I’m here to save”

She told herself silently, eyes closed, sure that it was audible for no one.

Title: TAKEN
AUTHOR: Emitomo Oluwatobiloba Nimisire.

Author’s Note:

Firstly, please forgive every error you saw up there, I did not do much of editing………

I really never knew when I started this story that it’s gonna end like this…..
This story was bred by my curiosity and pain about those girls taken in Nigeria, the recent terrorist’s abduction of so many girl’s (bokoharam’s).
I kind of tried to imagine what they go through every single second, minute, hour, day, week, month, the picture damn is grotesque.
Anyways, I know that Eva sure would not give up till she’s gotten herself and those girls out, she’ll give up even her last blood, saving them, but will she be able to do this? How is she going to?
Well, you may have to read the second part then to feed that snoopy mind of yours!

Thank you for reading!!!
Love you guys so much!



  1. mezzyadamz

    Hmm! Insightful.

  2. thank you Mezzy…

  3. crazyeyesblog


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