My death was rather gruesome instead. I had gone out to buy something. It wasn't late. It was just 5:30. I didn't expect anything to go wrong. But it did. It went horribly wrong. On my way back, I'd been kidnapped.

The touts had started again. Making catcalls to me as I walked along the street. I hated when they did it. Even worse, I could smell the pot they were smoking from where I was walking on the opposite side of the street from them. The thick smell wafting up my nose, making me feel light headed. I hated it. It made me feel like my brain was catching fire.

I tried to filter my breath by taking very short breaths.

The men who were going to kidnap me originally walked a few paces behind me, and we were in public view, so I thought nothing off it at the moment, but I quickened my pace just in case, but enough not to arouse suspicion and get me away from there, muttering "Blood of Jesus" beneath my breath. They simply caught up with me, covering my mouth so my screams were muffled.

The only view of my kidnappers were limited to them dressed in shabby black jeans hanging low on their waist giving an excessive and unnecessary view of their boxers. One wore a dirty polo shirt. The other wore a singlet, that must've once been white but now looked as though it had suffered five generations.

They carried me by my hands and legs, ignoring my biting, kicking and screaming. The one that held my legs, picked up what I was carrying and dumped me unceremoniously kicking and screaming into the back seat of their parked car, then bound me wrist and feet, and blindfolding and gagging or with two handkerchiefs. It was a Toyota corolla. The older version. It looked fairly used and I hadn't gotten a chance to look at the number plate.

Why I was kidnapped, I had no idea. I only heard snippets of the conversations my kidnappers had as they drove us to the destination. They spoke pidgin english obviously thinking I didn't understand. I interpreted it mentally, following what they said.

"Oga say may we carry am, take am to that building. Why oga wan dis one sef. He no dey as for specific girl before, wetin happen?" The first voice said. (The boss said we should take her. Why does the boss even want her anyways. He doesn't ask for specific girls normally, do what happened?)

"Maybe her papa get money pass dem other girls." (Maybe her father is richer than all the other girls.)

"But she no dey waka like say she get money. I dey see am na. She no dey waka like that." (But when doesn't walk like a rich person. I saw her. She doesn't carry her self like she's rich.)

"Wo, see, me I no know. I no talk anything. No put my mouth for d matter. I no get hand for dere. My own na to just drop the girl, comot for dere." (Look, I don't know. I'm not going to talk about it or involve myself in the matter. I'm just meant to drop the girl and leave.)

"Ok, ok. I no go talk am again." (On, ok, I won't talk about it again.)

When the car stopped, I hear the doors open, and felt the vibrations of it shutting not more than two minutes after. I heard the sounds of their ratty shoe clad feet crunching the sand beneath their feet. They were coming.