He approached me and bought a few drinks for me. It was nothing out of the blue. I was genuinely drawn to his witty personality and how easily he made me laugh. He said his name was Nate and I told him mine. The friend I came to the club with was busy tw*rking on other guys so she didn’t even see me leave the club with the white man. I was tipsy and weirdly h*rny. I was attracted to him and I liked how he flirted with me. I can’t remember the type of car he led me into, but I know it was a black car and the windows were all tainted. If I wasn’t drunk, I would have been concerned. It was also a four-wheel because I remember struggling a bit to climb into it and he lifting me into the car.
The journey to his home was a blur, but I remember the smell of his perfume because it was so strong and mixed with alcohol. I remember he reached out to f*ndle me whiles he was driving. I remember asking him where he stayed but there was no answer. At a point he wasn’t talking much and everything was just a complete blur to me. I may have slept, or maybe I was half-awake because I just recall things in bits and pieces after that. I recall Nate having s*x with me on a bed. I was lying down quite weak and he was on top. Then I don’t remember anything until he woke me up. We were in his car again and he was driving me back to the club. I wasn’t as tipsy anymore, but I was confused and dazed. He dropped me off and drove off without saying a word. I found my friend later, she was worried and looking for me.
When we got home, I didn’t tell her anything because I myself couldn’t understand what had happened. When I woke up the next day I thought I was dreaming because it didn’t feel real. I thought things like this do not happen in real life. I started looking for Nate. I went back to the club the following Friday to describe him to the workers there. He didn’t even give me his contact. Apart from the vague description I had of him and the name he gave me, I don’t remember anything. I don’t even remember where his house was. He bought me a drink, I saw him pour one for me and one for him. But I was already tipsy at that time and I don’t know if he drugged me. I informed the police, but nothing came out of it and at the end I had to try and forget it.
At a point I thought I was going crazy because the whole thing was strange. But my friend confirmed I was missing for a while and she even called home to make sure I hadn’t gone home and left her. I have made a thorough STD test and I don’t have any STD. But I haven’t been the same since that encounter. My friend and I are Ghanaians who live in New Orleans, USA. We came here 6 years ago to find greener pastures and we now stay together with four other Ghanaians. I have been traumatized by this thing and I am trying to come back home to Ghana. The system here does not value the lives of immigrants. The police would have done more if we were Americans. I could have have been killed by the Nate guy and no one would have known. He took advantage of me and I’m sure he does it to other immigrants.
