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Hang The Rapist: A True Rape Story


'Who be the bagga wey rape you?'
She was obviously furious, clench fist ready to punch the rapist right on the face if opportune. I giggled and gestured to a seat. 
'Please sit down. 'tis a thing of the past and I got over it'
'Didn't really knew guys could be raped' she said whilst sitting down. 
'I had a friend who was raped too. A guy. But he refuses to talk about it'
'The society would not believe such tales. Fables! They'll say and laugh it off. Humans are unwise like that'
'I'm so sorry'
I sighed and looked away. 
'You're brave, man. You opening up has inspired me to tell my tale'
I adjusted my glasses and stared at her. 'You too?'
'Funny right? Yes, even me...I hope you, maybe share it without including my name. I don't have such bravery as you.'

I urged her spill it

'Well, I was young, very young. Can't remember how old but I know I was just developing, maybe 12 or 13. I just can't recall my actual age then. My cousin stayed with us. He was older than us all - my siblings and I. I was the only female in the house aside my mum. He didn't really get to break hymen but he molested me almost every night'

I sighed and urged her on.

'We all slept in the sitting room. I slept on the bed but I always woke up at night on the floor. At first I didn't really know what was happening. Didn't know why I was always on the floor until one night I woke up with his finger inside of me...'

I shuddered.

'I was shocked! Didn't understand. Quickly got up and went back to my sleeping space. The following night, he did the same thing. This time I caught his hands and bite it. He started crying and pleading. Asked me not to tell my mum.
I finally freed him and went back to my sleeping position

I swallowed. Lump in my throat. 'Did you,umm...you reported him?'

'How could I tell my mum about it? I started menstruation early so my mum thought I was spoilt and unholy.

My jaw dropped. A fly fluttered by. I wouldn't mind.

'Imagine me telling her about what her nephew is doing. She wouldn't believe me. Well, after that incident he left our house.

I exhaled. What a relief... I thought.

'Now fast forward to many years later. I'm in Delta State, in my aunt's place after POST UTME, waiting for admission.
I was with another cousin, male. And we were talking. In course of the conversation, I told him about my incest experience. Guess what he said to me...'

I shrugged. 'Can't guess.'

'I was crying while all this was going on' She continued. 'My cousin said I didn't tell my parents about it because I enjoyed it! Can u imagine?

She was emotional and I silently prayed no tear drops. I can't bear such emotional outburst.

'I cried harder, left him, picked up the phone and called my dad. I could talk to him better then. Dad listens. He cares. Told him about it and he asked me to forget about it . He comforted me.'

She sighed. I held her squeezed her palm.

'It's been years now but that has affected me in more ways than one. I'm weary of guys. It's one of I dread sex. Every guy I meet is a potential threat to me. I always feel they want sex and nothing more. I've never kept a relationship for longer than a month and I'm not lying about this.

Loss of words, I could only squeeze her palm and pat her back. 'I'm sorry'

'You're strong' She looked up at me. 'You know why? You forgave your rapist and even prayed for it not to happen to her sons. But I haven't. I might have forgiven but I want it to happen to all his daughters, his brother's daughters'

'Wendy!' I objected. 'You have to forgive 'em'. I advocated. She shook her head in disagreement.

'That's how hurt I still am. It should keep happening to all his generations even. He didn't think about me and his future kids when he did it. Did he?'

I shook my head. 'I'm afraid, no. Such 'proly never crossed his mind.'

'I'm having a hard time now and he's having fun. Oh I want his children to suffer same!'

'Wendy!'

She looked away.

'God forgive me for being wicked but it's how I feel'

I took out my face towel and dried her tears.

'I'm sorry, Wendy' was all I could say. Minutes crawled. We sat silent. Memories flashing back and forth. Minutes crawled.

An unknown artiste's voice poured from my laptop speakers...the lyrics caused a ripple of emotions in my heart.

I exhaled.

She exhaled...and drifted into the safe arms of slumber... In my arms.

Silently I wished 'Hang the rapist...! Hang 'em already!'

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