I was relieved to be led away
from the cages, but knew that sometime in the future it would be my turn to be
humiliated and forced to act like an animal. How long I could stave off the
terrible experience remained to be seen, but I was going to try and behave
myself and lie low.
The lieutenant held my upper arm
as though he was afraid I’d run away. In fact, it was because he was a bully
and took every opportunity to brutalize the female prisoners; and I was no
exception. Wearing just a short smock and loose shorts, I was having to slowly
jog to keep up with the long striding, tall Chadian officer.
He led me to the women’s section
and over to a young soldier who was wandering among the female prisoners. A
couple of groups were seated on the bare earth, while others were lined up, tin
plate in hand, waiting to get their food.
The slim soldier stood to
attention. “Corporal Oyono, this is the replacement
for Romy. Her name is Asta…”
The young man studied my
dishevelled appearance. “Where did she come from, Sir?”
“Lucy’s team brought her in.
Another fucking tourist from the look of it. Hook her up with the transient
group and hurry them along. I want this rabble locked up by eight o’clock.”
“Yes, Sir, I’ll take care of it.”
The lieutenant released my arm
and walked away to speak to another soldier. The corporal wagged his finger in
my face. “Everything the Lieutenant told you applies to me.” He tapped the
handle of the flexi-baton hanging from his belt. “If you step out of line, I’ll
thrash your dumbass. Got that?”. He also had a truncheon and pistol hanging from
the other side, but thankfully no ‘bitch prod’.
“I will behave myself, Sir…”
He grabbed me by the throat. “I
don’t need a fucking goby bitch on my team. ‘Yes sir’ is all I want to hear.”
“Yes, Sir,” I croaked.
“How old are you, bitch?”
“Nineteen…”
His eyes lit up. Thankfully, he
released my neck, but then pushed my shoulder. “Get in line for your food and
then you can join that group.” He pointed to a group of four girls sitting on
the ground.
The thing that struck me the
most, as I waited in the queue of silent women, was that I didn’t look out of
place. I guessed that I was younger than most of them, but my clothes, my
filthy skin and my demeanour, matched the rest of the inmates.
Five women, probably in their
late twenties, early thirties, were standing in a line behind a collapsible
table, dishing out the food. There was plenty of rice, barbequed meat and fruit
on the table and the women before me took as much as their small tin plates
could carry. There were no utensils, so I had to pick up the meat and rice with
my fingers under the intense gaze of five sullen women.
“Watch your step with Oyono,” the last woman whispered, as she handed me a banana
and a ripe mango.
The corporal was hovering a few
feet away, so she was taking a risk speaking to me. I followed him back to
where four young white and black women were sitting cross-legged on the ground.
They had formed a circle around a pile of chains and were sitting quietly,
eating their food.
“Move,” he said, kicking one girl
in the side of her butt. “Make some room for this wigger. She’s replacing Romy
who’ll spend the night in the pens.”
Two girls moved and made enough
room for me to sit down. The corporal wandered round the circle and then headed
back to the food table. Four morose, blank faces gave me the once over and then
returned to their food. I started eating, hoping I’d have enough time to finish
my meal before something else happened.
The temperature had dropped into
the eighties and the sun was flirting with the tops of the trees in the distance.
The conditions were idyllic, reminiscent of a holiday I spent in Thailand. Even
the food was on a par with the hotel where I was staying.
As I began chewing the first
piece of meat, I closed my eyes and felt tears begin to flow down my cheeks. I
was a broken woman and feeling bitterly sorry for myself.
“No point in crying bitch…” I
opened my eyes to find the girl sitting next to me had spoken the soft words.
She had a look of distain on her face.
“I can’t help it…”
“One day we all gonna die, girl, but today, we’re alive.”
I blinked at the girl, surprised
by her thoughtful point.
“I don’t feel alive…” I muttered.
“You won’t get no pity from us,
kid. We’ve all been through the pity stage. Now you’re in our group and if you
don’t pull your weight, we’re gonna kick your butt
until you do.”
I wiped away my tears and took a
deep breath. “I’ll try my hardest…”
“Keep your voice down,” the girl
on my left hissed. “The guards will stick the boot in if they hear us talking.”
We continued eating and took the
opportunity to size each other up. Between mouthfuls of food, the black girl
opposite me, on the right, introduced herself.
“My name’s Candida Ahanda, but everyone calls me, Candy. The guards have
nicknames for us all, so we all use them now.”
The black girl sitting between us
was called Fanny, changed from Funya. Janice was Jan
and Sasha, Sash. I told them my real name, Kate Walker and the shortened
version, Asta, and explained about my heritage. Being
British seemed to resonate with the group and I felt the tension ease a little.
The others sat silently while
Candy told me the way it was. “Every man in this camp is gonna
want to drill your holes, girl; and most of em will,
if’ you’re in here long enough. The officers are the meanest motherfuckers and
the other soldiers are the most corrupt. When they’re not boning one of us,
they’re selling our holes to the boys over there…” She hooked her thumb toward
the male inmates.
“Do you mean the labourers?”
“They’re political prisoners, but
lord it over us.”
I tugged on my filthy top. “Their
shorts are in better nick than our gear.”
Candy chuckled. “That’s cos most
of the men are from wealthy backgrounds and have money stashed away. The guards
run a tab and collect at the weekend, when we’re all in the sties.”
“Sties… That’s an awful place to
put us.”
“Have you seen the cages yet?”
I nodded. “Don’t they have people
inspecting the prison?”
The girls laughed, but there was
no mirth in their reaction.
Candy shook her head. “This place
doesn’t exist as far as the outside world is concerned.”
“So why do they put us in the
cages?”
“They can spare plenty of
soldiers during the week, but they only man this inner prison with a skeleton
staff at the weekends. There are only two, or three guards, so they put us in
the sties, like animals in a fucking zoo.”
I gasped. “How long has this been
going on?”
Candy shook her head. “Fuck
knows, I’ve been her three months…”
“Oh, my god!”
Sash, on my left, leant closer.
“I’m guessing you’re younger than any of us…”
“I’m nineteen…”
“Fuck, girl, what are you doing
in these parts?”
“I was with a friend, Jasmine,
whose family lives in Waza, in the national park…”
“Is she black?” Candy asked.
“Yes, but she escaped and is out
there somewhere.”
All the girls looked around as if
they’d see her hiding somewhere.
Fanny touched my arm. “Escaped?
From the mercenaries?”
“Yes, but they said they’d hunt
her down,” I said miserably.
“They will, Asta,
if she sticks around. Don’t hold your breath if you think you’re going to be
rescued.”
I listened to the girls
explaining how the camp was run. They told me about the male prisoners and how
they were kept separate, accept for the morning and evening meals.
“When word gets around that your
teen pussy has arrived, those boys are gonna be
bidding high…” Candy looked over her shoulder. “Old Oyono
hasn’t started negotiating yet, but he will.”
I suddenly felt queasy. With the
other four girls being in their twenties, it was a sure-fire fact that I would
be picked on.
“Do the officers condone such a
practice?”
“Such a fucking practice?” Fanny
echoed my words.
Sash grabbed my arm. “Most of the
officers aint here between 8 o’clock and six in the morning. They don’t give a
flying fuck, so long as we’re all present and accounted for when they return.”
“Where do they go?”
Candy provided the answer. “This
camp is like a carbuncle on the edge of a huge chunk of government land. The
river to the south and west, plus the tributary to the east and north, form a
natural island. This place is deliberately kept isolated from the main
property, which houses a research facility and living accommodation for about
twenty scientists and fifty soldiers. We aint supposed to go anywhere near that
place, but we end up there every weekday, either tending to the grounds, or
helping them test one of their new drugs.”
“They usually pick one of the
older girls to experiment on, for fear of losing our young pussies,” Jan added,
to clarify the point.
“You mean there are accidents…?”
“Sure. Several have gone in there
and never returned.”
Of all the things I had heard,
being experimented on was one of the most appalling. I couldn’t believe that I
had landed in such a nightmarish situation; and I despaired at the way the four
young women had acclimatized to the awful conditions.
I kept an eye on the corporal
while I ate my food and witnessed him wandering across to the male group and
chatting with one of the other soldiers. When they looked in my direction, I
nearly choked on my banana.
“What’s the matter, girl?”
“The corporal is chatting with one
of the guards over there.”
“Don’t be surprised if he fetches
you later. Those boys are gonna want to take a
look-see at your ass before they part with their cash…”
The thought of being paraded in
front of a bunch of lecherous young men, like a slave, made me feel sick. “Do
they pick on everyone?”
Fanny shook her head. “We’re the
‘A’ team, girl, which means young pussy to those niggers over there. They aint
interested in the older girls, unless we’re busy being boned at the institute,
or entertaining the officers.”
She was painting the blackest
picture possible. The girls appeared to accept me into their group, but I got
the feeling they thought I was going to relieve the pressure on their bodies,
by diverting the men’s attentions away from them.
“Aren’t we supposed to
transients? The Lieutenant said they were going to sell me.”
“They’ll try in the next auctions
they hold,” Jan explained. “I’ve been in two, but no one bought me.”
“They need more girls our age
before they hold another one. Us six aint enough.”
I looked around. “What about the
others?”
“Nah, they’re all political
prisoners. They’ll rot in here most likely.”
Candy lowered her voice. “This is
the perfect place to hide a group of girls like us and then put us up for sale.
Fuck knows what’s going to happen to us.”
I had so many questions I wanted
to ask, but the corporal was approaching, so we had to cut our chat short.
Everything I had heard depressed me, but at least I wasn’t on my own any more…