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Date Rape: the untold pain of victims (part three)

“Why do you consult women’s words when it is not their mouths that speak? Consult their eyes, their colour, their breathing, their timid manner, their slight resistance that is the language nature gave them for your answer. The lips always say ‘No,’ and rightly so; but the tone is not always the same, and that cannot lie. Has not a woman the same needs as a man, but without the same right to make them known? Her fate would be too cruel if she had no language in which to express her legitimate desires except the words which she dare not utter.”Jean-Jacques Rousseau

The society blames a woman for every inadequacy involving her with the opposite sex and in rape cases you hear phrases like; “don’t you know you are a woman, why did you expose your body”, yaad-yaada-yaada. And nobody is admitting that men’s understanding of female nature is incomplete at best and erroneous at worst. I went to his house that weekend as I have sparingly done sometimes when the house is empty and I needed someone to talk to, I was there just for a little more silence, comfort and a friendly chat, I was there because I saw humanity in my friend. Little did I know that the feeble body my creator gave me was all riddled with symbols of communication that myself didn’t have full knowledge of, even when I hide my skin in cloths, my choice of cloths I got to realize again were a symbolic representation and invitation of some sorts.

He sent his fist to me, silently stroking me, dragging me to his bed, it was at this moment that it dawn on me that all was not well with my visit, I tried my best to resist but my strength failed me, I tried to scream but my voice was lost to a sober reflection, even in my despair against my desire, he was all over me, the tears that flow down my chick made no difference as his tongue made sure of it, my heart was turn outside out as I watch him caress my feeble body. I thought of biting off his tongue or ear but again, it is me the world will blame for his predicament, and so I lay their hopeless as he devoured me and when I thought it was over, it was just the beginning of my pains, he told me I was looking to sexy in my outfit and he didn’t know what came over him as he stared at me and that I should let go as the deed has been done and no amount of tears can restore my virginity.

One would assume that normal people will want certain aspect of their culture to be changed. But these guys we have these days are not normal so some of the changes in our culture was inimical. They are nihilistic and in some case best, beast. The traditional Africa society frowns at rape before the infiltration of our entire superstructure and if there is anything I ever wished for, it is for the return of certain superstructure that does not necessarily make us uncivilized but that which spell out death sentence for heinous crimes against humanity. They say time heals all wound but I think that applies only to physical wounds as there is no amount of years that can take away the fragment of this memories. The media, church, society and campaign adverts will always rekindle in me the pains as I journey through with life.

“They said in the minds of every woman lies an ocean of secrets but after that unfaithful day, I added that “In the mind of every man lies an ocean of conspiracy”.

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