Rape and Sexual abuse in Children 2

About Rape?




Girls suffer worse, a whole lot, in the hands of Uncles, Cousins, houseBoys and maybe even the gateman. The alarming thing is too many times, the parents never know.
The young girl is threatened she will be killed if she says anything, in fear and dire confusion, mum's the word. 

Women are subject to rape all their life; even the graying of hair nd aging bones doesnt spare them .

It gets even worse. Society has fancy terms to decorate the word rape.
"Some girls like it when you apply some force so they don't appear cheap "
"How I go spend for her head and I nor blow am "
"I follow her drag small "
" how girl go sleep my house and I no touch am"

People that leave around us say these outrageous things and we give them listening eyes. We entertain the talk.

Well, Let's end it with this story

 "Just close your eyes Obehi. It won't even hurt at all. I do it to your auntie all the time" Uncle Seyi said.

My heart is beating painfully now. I can hear the rush of my heartbeat in my own ears.

I want to scream but I cannot.  Aunty Osaretin would have me out of her house before I could blink and cut my tongue to save her marriage.

The bed creaked under his massive weight as he climbed into it. I close my eyes in fear as he holds my hands in feinged affection.

This cannot be happening. Uncle Seyi was a Deacon in Church and his favourite sermon on Thursday service was Chastity and Values of being a Virgin.

"B...ut Uncle " I stammered

"Yes love" he answered in that cool, calm baritone voice that always sang the best Worship songs at morning devotion.

"Is this not wrong? Is it not adultery?" I asked, confused.

He laughed softly.

I feel his body covering mine, hovering over me. He opens my legs.
I feel his hands wandering my soft thighs, his touch hot and bold.

"No my love. It is only wrong when you are married. As long as you are below thirteen, it doesn't even matter at all. God will not judge you for this my dear."

His voice is shaky. There is a feral look in his eyes I have never seen before.
He opens my legs wider. I feel his hot harsh breadth on my cheeks.
He groans slowly like he was fighting with unseen demons.

He lifts my nightgown above my waist and pushes my underwear below my knees.

This cannot be right! I need to run away.

"Uncle stop!" I say in tears, trying to wiggle out of his hold and away from under him.

"Quiet Obehi, you will wake your auntie" he scolds

He holds both my hands above my head in one hand and uses his other hand to stuff his handkerchief in my mouth.

I feel stretched like he is going to rip me apart.

It seems difficult to put in.

What is this thing he is shoving inside of me?

He grew impatient like he was running out of time. He jerked his hips foward with so much force and for the first time I knew what it was to be in pain.

It was like he tore something inside me. I screamed loudly but I could hardly hear my voice. I was blinded with tears and pain.

I still feel that pain everytime I look back in time.

When he was done he kissed my cheek and said I was a good girl.

Aunty Osaretin was the first to find me the next morning. 

She looked at me in tears and said, "Obehi my darling, your period finally came."

Period. Was that the new word for Rape?

I bet she said that to save her marriage because she knew the monster she married.


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