Damini Saga Poem by Tunji Ibrahim

Damini, symbolically named... Promising, exuberant, young and stunningly beautiful. Her overwhelming sense of fun parted in a woebegone day when the devils flashed a demoniacally cold smile at their preys. Damini, like Sanyogita Dharamsingh, made a gallant attempt to win the notorious war against her fate. The maniacally moving bus would not screech to a halt. Replete with the devil's will, the six wolves in human skin bludgeoned her male compatriot... comatose and gammy... and took lascivious rounds of macabre penetration, the hapless victim suffocating pathetically between the sickening iron rod of the lotharios and their monster nutshuts alike, massively suffering brain, gastrointestinal and genital damages, climaxed the fatal emergence of cerebral edema. The gorgeous princess faded away unprepared, leaving her gorgeous king and the gorgeous palace far behind. Unequivocally, the six hoodoos did their damnest. Spare a monster and dig your grave. The simian and garbled barks of berks and their visible inadequacies must not strangle the breath of justice. Naming anti-rape law after her might suffice to spring up a wave of honour. But the real honour lies in the face of justice, the intrinsic dignity of the law of universal validity.