Whispers
Hmm… why are my people so silent
about the things they should speak of? Why are my people just not speaking of
the truth?
Again like you will ask, why
should I speak of such?
Years ago, after some sad events
that happened to me, I was in great need of love and affection, was so lost in
the fears of the unknown. Uncle was all I had, uncle was always there for me,
uncle always spoke to me about the need for courage and focus and so my heart
was always drawing near to him because those words gave me comfort and relief. Little
did I know that something was hidden in his subconscious?
On this faithful day at the age
of 12, I was in my room, taking a rest for the day as only I was left in the
house. Knock… knock… knock… Who is there? I asked. It is Uncle T. Oh really! I
jerked up, went straight to the door to
open it, welcomed him cheerfully, took him into the sitting room and made him
comfortable, I then told him I wanted to pick up something form my room, then I
took my leave. I really never knew he
was unsettled. Well, I went into the room, was searching for what I needed when
he came in. Bammn, the door slammed behind me. Uncle! What are you doing here?
Just before I finished the statement, he grabbed my young succulent arms,
caressed it as though he meant to console me again, but it felt a little
different this time. I shouted Uncle! Then he laid his finger on my lip and
said “STOP”. Don’t you understand? Let me take care of you, you know I really
like you! Yes Uncle I replied, but never knew what he was driving at because I
was young and innocent. Because of the Yes I said, he threw me to the bed, then
I tried getting up, but he held me down, I started out struggling for breathe
and shouting as there was no one in the house, nobody could hear me out. To
avoid the noise, he laid his hands tight over my mouth and touched me below,
took his hands down and started touching me without regards, at that moment
tears filled my eyes, my eyes boiled with pains, tears gushed out without
holding back the pains. I struggled to leave but I could not, then still
placing his weight on me, he pulled out something I had never seen before, all
I knew was that it was used by the male folks when they want to let out the
unwanted water off their body. Fear gripped everything in me, as it was so
large, I struggled to find my way out of this, it was so hard and difficult for
me, he then thrust the rod on my private and started forcing his way in,
UNCLE!!! Please, I cried and shouted but he just didn't listen, UNCLE, uncle!!!
He tore me in, the pains were like a rock forced into the eyes of a needle.
Please, uncle, please sir, I begged. I shouted Loud in pains, the pains grew,
it was so bad, wished someone could come home, I begged, struggled but his
strength superseded mine, finally. He let me be. Tears gushed out like heavy
rain drops.
Why did my mum never say anything
to me about SEX? Why was there nobody at HOME? Why did the people all leave me
to the pains of finding LOVE all by myself? Why did I not speak when I ought
to? Why UNCLE? Why didn't I tell my MUM? WHY this, WHY that was all the
questions I ask in pains each time I think of the incidence as I grew older.
Why is nobody talking about Rape?
Why are the law agencies treating such cases with Levity? Everyone seems only
interested in corruption or corruption. The only thing they say is they want to
fight corruption. What about the other vices in the society? What about the
inhumanity to man?
The number of Rape cases in
Nigeria is at an ever increasing number and people are just keeping quiet about
it. WHY?
Why are the youths not talking,
why are they all quiet and silent when they should lead the vanguard for
change? When will they talk?
Recent reports say in Ekiti state
a man of 34 years was arrested for raping a 13 years old lady, in Plateau
state, five men were arrested for raping a 9 years old lady, and a native
doctor for raping a 14 years old female patient. In yenagoa, Bayelsa state, an 18 years old Lady committed suicide a few days after she was raped by 3 young
men at gun point. (Punch Newspaper, Tuesday, November 5, 2013 pg 24)
The list is endless, you can
hardly go through the papers in a week and would not read a report of a rape
case, and yet nobody seems concerned.
Hmm! WHY ARE MY PEOPLE SO
SILENT?
“May my hands hunt me if I fail to write the truth”
written by Whispers
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