“Young girls are like helpless children in the hands of amorous men; whatever is said to them is true and whatever manipulation on their bodies seems like love to them. Sooner or later, they come back to their senses, but the scars are not dead inasmuch as her spoiler lives” – Michael Bassey Johnson
“Religion has the capacity to silence critical thinking and create blindness in entire groups of people. It can infect the minds of followers so completely as to allow the most egregious sexual acts against children and others to go unchallenged for centuries” – Darrel Ray
“Research on child abuse suggests that religious beliefs can foster, encourage and justify the abuse of children. When contempt for sex underlies teachings, this creates a breeding ground for abuse” – Mary Garden
The day started just like any other normal day for yours truly. First of, I woke up panting while drenched in a sea of my sweat. A couple of blood-sucking mosquitoes were beside me, making those irritating sounds: buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz. They must be frustrated that their victim had awoken sooner than expected. Bloody Sucktards! I looked at the clock hanging on the wall; it was 2 a.m. Phewww! I had a couple more hours before the final awakening. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option for me. I didn’t want to see that gory face tormenting me in my sleep anymore; the same face I’ve been seeing for the past few days. Back in the days, I would have commenced fasting and prayers and kabashing, to pursue the evil spirits of bad dreams. Nowadays, I simply check my temperature and afterwards take a few pills and feel good. Now that was how my day started!
The day continued just like any other normal day for yours truly. Second of, I didn’t go to the clinic in the morning because it was my turn to be on call during the week. Therefore, I had to wait for 4 p.m. So I stayed back at the quarters, rolled some joint and poured me some crimson wine into a glass. I kept the open bottle beside one of the dumbbells littered on the floor and got everything ready. Soon, two of my home boys walked into the room, reeking of cheap brandy and SK. I hailed them and they hailed me back. Everyone brought out their stake and kept on the tiled floor. They poured themselves some wine too. And then rolled some joint. It was time for the FIFA 15 tournie to begin. Now that was how my day continued!
We were on the 13th game when I received a call on the intercom. Grrgh, Grrgh, Grrgh, Grrgh! The same familiar sound that always haunts me at night whenever an ill patient was rushed into the hospital premises. But it wasn’t yet night time. It wasn’t even 4 p.m. when my call was meant to commence. I still had about 90 more minutes before I started work for the day.
Grudgingly, I picked the receiver.
“Hello, Doc Ba’Ruu, please your attention is urgently needed at the emergency room”, the nurse at the other end said. Her voice betrayed her; it was shaky from a languid fear. A fear unknown to me but already known to her. What this fear could be, I didn’t know.
“See ehn, Nkechi, you people keep disturbing someone. It is not yet time for me to start working nah. Haba…is there no doctor around”, I replied.
“Doc, no vex. The other new doctor been go bank. And Kenny dey labour room dey attend to one pregnant woman wey no gree born since last night. Abeg, come quick quick. Na one small girl wey dey bleed from her toto. Person rape am”, Nkechi replied.
At that instant, I knew why her voice was shaky. Voices don’t have tremors but hers did. I told her I would soon be there. I dropped the receiver and cursed the devil. I looked at the TV Screen. The score was 2 – nil; I was in a winning position with 23 minutes left in the second half. I put on a Tee Shirt and a pair of beach shorts, told the two folks I’d soon be back and rushed out of the house. I remembered the smell of SK would betray me, so I rushed back to use some gulps of Listerine Mouth Wash. And then I left for good.
At the entrance to the emergency room, people were gathered – a mixture of folks in different age brackets. The old ones were represented by a few people; the younger generation had more representatives amongst the crowd gathered. When I walked in, I beheld a middle aged woman sobbing silently while holding a young girl of not more than six. The woman was cursing at an unseen person, saying it would not be well with him and his children.
Then I started taking a quick history. I learnt that the little kid was sent to go and purchase detergent at a nearby shop. A couple of minutes passed and she wasn’t back. This got her mother worried and as she was about to step out of the house to go look for her kid, there she was crying profusely while holding her crotch. Her undies were soaked with blood. The woman confirmed her worst fears that her child had just been molested.
The so-called ‘Uncle’ and another man in the shop took turns to rape the child before sending her away. It turned out she went to the shop she was asked to go to but because the person didn’t have what she was told to buy, she was directed to another shop where these godless beasts molested her. TRAGIC!
Almost every day, stories of sexual abuse of minors abound. On social media, print media, any kind of media…these stories abound on a daily. It seems these stories are even becoming more common place in our society. And the culprits are not just relatives of the victims. They come in different types: old shriveled folks, young middle aged good-for-nothing folks, rich successful pedophiles and so on. And every time such an act is committed, the same pertinent question is asked: WHO IS TO BE BLAMED? The Victims, The Culprits or The Ancient Serpent – The Devil?
Sometimes I wonder what goes on in the twisted minds of these child sexual offenders. What would make a grown man decide to phuck a minor? Are there no other willing consenting adults to copulate with? C’mon, konji can’t take the blame nah. When most of these offenders are caught, they’d easily blame the devil. I pity the devil because he has taken the blame for all the freaking evil humanity has committed. One time, I saw a sexual offender on TV blaming the victim for the act. The confused psycho said the victim wore an outfit that stimulated his slinging gun and made him to start thinking with his penis. Phewww! Craze has no better definition than this.
Rape is not the only form of Child Sexual Abuse. Child marriage is one of the main forms of child sexual abuse and UNICEF has stated that child marriage “represents the most prevalent form of sexual abuse and exploitation of girls”. This could lead to further victimization in adulthood, post-traumatic stress disorder, anxiety and depression. You don’t have to stick your dick inside a child’s poonanie before it is termed assault or abuse; any form of sexual stimulation is termed assault or molestation.
Some mothers are also to blame. There are countless cases of mothers that witness molestation of their daughters by the shameless men they call husbands and instead of seeking help, their priority is to prevent the breakup of their marriages by keeping silent. They complain to their wards and spiritual fathers and those ones even worsen the situation by encouraging them to keep silent but take up their cases to the Lord. Is the Lord going to come down from above and prosecute these shameless men? Or is the Lord going to send his angels to padlock the dicks of these shameless men?
Some of these pedophiles have perfected another scheme – hiding behind the veil of polygamy to take home young fresh children as wives. Getting a good education doesn’t seem to inhibit their testosterone-laden desires. Religion doesn’t also seem to inhibit such. The church is notorious for continually failing to bring pedophile priests to book but would rather cover up their asses. Some misguided Muslims are even worse in this regard – they commit these acts and then blame the victims for seducing them. And what happens afterwards? The girls get punished while the perpetrator gets away easily.
Even great literary minds such as Richard Dawkins have come out openly to defend mild pedophilia. Fine…clap for the literary psycho! Maybe he should also defend ‘mild’ armed robbery or ‘mild’ murder. That is the kind of society we find ourselves in, where folks have decided that they would bury the truth, and rather keep wallowing in deception and blatant duplicity!
It is a pity there are few/no laws at all to punish the offenders. It is a hypocritical situation because many of the lawmakers are also sexual offenders hiding behind the cloaks of religion and the almighty patriarchal backbone of the contemporary African society. Our society is a patriarchal one. And patriarchy on its own is a horrible scheme. Now add religion/bigotry to it and what do you get? A Time Bomb waiting to explode in our faces!
It is time to stand for what is right. The protection of the girl child should be non-negotiable. They deserve better instead of getting molested and abused. In our own small way, we have to learn to not just speak against such evil but take an extra help in helping a victim while identifying a culprit or two. And parents should learn to do more to protect their kids from scheming pedophiles lurking around, seeking for little kids to devour. And in time, everything good would come!
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Word to Mutha: This work is STRICTLY the opinion of the writer. No Love Lost; No Love Found…It is what it is!