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RAPE: Who Should Be Blamed? Men, Women Or Mothers? / Maybe God Is To Be Blamed / PASSION FOR REVENGE By Victoria Ezekiel (2) (3) (4)
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Maimed, Raped And Blamed. by idrizeba95(m): 9:16pm On Mar 04, 2017 |
Like a lightning bolt, the blow struck my belly. “Oh” I whimpered in pain clutching it tightly. Another to my unprotected head, sent me head first into the marshy, slimy floor. Blurry sight, bloody nose, chipped teeth. I could feel the rough hands ripped my Gown from my neck and squeezed tightly at my breasts. I wanted to fight but my muscles weren’t mine anymore. “Oh Lord! please help me” I muttered as the harassing hands scrapped my belly. “Lord help me from this!” I kept chanting, eyes tightly shut expecting the worst. Those coarse hands made their way down my body as I lie paralyzed on that marshy pathway. This pathway was one of the roads that had been abandoned by pedestrians since the government reconstructed and reopened the Expressway. Only few people still ply this road. Few people still take this route to their respective farms. I tried attracting the attention of these few people but my throat’s weakened muscles could only manage whispers. Those bawdy hands lacerated my thong, I could hear the ripping sound as the cold, rainy breeze swept over my exposed private part. “Please!” was the word on my lips, tears flowed sadly from my fuzzy eyes as my entire body quivered to the unwanted sensation that was surging through my body from my opened member. The body that own those rough hands jumped on me as if I was an inanimate mattress, not minding if I could get crushed. His awful stench permeated into my nostrils and nearly knocked me unconscious… as if his blows weren’t enough. I sighed, as my pride was about to be ripped like my gown and pant. I felt his Engorged and aggressive member peer itself into my body. “Aw” I exclaimed as a shot of pain rippled through my body. Deep, deeper and agonizingly deeper, he burrowed aggressively into me with subsequent thrusts that were accompanied by low grunts. Suddenly, the piercing pain was replaced with a new gush of pleasant and elated feelings. I was just starting to enjoy the intercourse when he twitched, spasmed and groaned as I felt something watery splash into my intruded part. He leapt off me almost immediately. I heard faintly, his footsteps shuffling away from me. I can’t still recall how and where I’ve summoned the energy to drag my disheveled and disfigured body off that boggy pathway, blood trailing every step I took. Gboom! Like a sack of beans, I collapsed on rolls of mats that were laid at the Baale’s palace. Startling every one including the Baale and his chiefs. “Who are you?” They queried. “Rape…Ajani” I responded incoherently. “Which Ajani?” The Baale asked “Otun’s son” I spilled, pointing my bloody index finger to the chief sitting next to the Baale. “My own Ajani! My own Ajani will never do such” he retorted, springing off the stool as if it was on fire. Then the Baale released an atomic bomb. “I’m sure you dressed seductively, that’s why you got raped, Eyin Omo oniranu buruku yi!” he bellowed. Oh! My God That statement aggravated the pang that was flooding me. I wanted to stand up, hit the Baale with something on his head and knock senses back into his head. I wanted to tell them that my dressing doesn’t matter. I wanted to tell them that I can’t be blame for somebody else’s inability to hold and control his manhood. I wanted to tell them all that they were wrong. I wanted to… But my borrowed energy was far spent, I saw the world take a swirling spin and my eyelids became heavy, my neck heavier. I dropped my head on the floor with a loud bang. I fainted. *********************** Rape is Rape, no matter how the victim dressed. Rape is ruinous, the trauma is eternal. Rape should be a crime punishable by castration or death. culled from https://onaplatewiththeunchoppableeba./2017/03/04/maimed-raped-and-blamed/ |
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