I have just three things to say to my
wonderful fans, friends, aunties (aunty Bolu), mamas and papas that I have
wronged by my very long silence; (1) I’M SORRY
(2)I’M SORRY and (3) I’M SORRY!
Life just has a way of throwing
stones at you with certain events that make you weak from the knees all the way
up. These past months, I’ve been angry, hurt, broken and taught. I have cried,
shouted, hated and then, I have smiled. I tell you, the beauty of life is the
ability to learn, unlearn and then relearn and in the process of all this, not
break down. Okay, so enough of this my emotional stories, I have missed you all
and once again I am sorry for the very very long silence but trust me, I’m
gonna compensate you all cos I have so many aproko (gist) for you.
Now, where do I start from? Okay, so
I went to an orphanage yesterday. You know, showing love at Christmas and all
that, and I had the opportunity to speak with two of the teenage girls there and
seriously, I was pissed with what I heard. It’s not like its new, we’ve heard
it over and over again, seen it in our nollywood movies times without number
and some of us have even had firsthand experiences of it, but it still doesn’t
change the fact that it is very annoying and I just have to write about it. So,
it’s this common story of uncles molesting young girls.
Kinan (not real name) is a 14 year old girl
from Plateau state. Her father left the house when she was 5. He left Kinan,
her mum and her other 4 siblings without as much as a glance backwards. They
were barely managing when suddenly, 2 years after, their mum left them too.
They were left alone to take care of themselves. I was surprised at the mother
the most. Not like I’m saying men can always choose to abandon their children;
of course not, but to think a woman can do so too, surely beyond me.
Anyway, she was left at the mercy of
the ‘wonderful’ uncle who of course appeared like the savior of the day. It
didn’t take him long to start ‘jumping’ the innocent girl and then I ask, who
is she to report to? This went on till she finally got the chance to meet mummy
G (not real name) owner of the orphanage who took her in, cared for her and groomed
her in the way of the Lord. She attempted taking the rape case to court but of
course, our dear uncle denied it and without much evidence, Kinan had no case.
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Kim (not real name)’s story isn’t too
different. She lost mum and dad to sickness when she was young too. Started staying
with our ‘infamous’ uncle and the same cycle took place again. Mummy G found
her too and today she has a sweeter story to tell. Now, this brings me to the
object of my anger, ‘our uncles’!
What is it with you? Why do you find
it so difficult to control your insatiable libidos? What about the precious
temples of those little angels is so fascinating that you just want to break
through at all cost? Why on earth are you not satisfied with what you have? If
you cannot control yourself why can’t you just take a cue from our other
‘wonderful’ uncles that always know the road to brothels? Get a grip man!
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not
advising you to stick with your wives alone, that’s solely your choice to make.
I’m not even attempting to preach faithfulness to you, you must have heard that
over and over again and like I said, that’s solely your business. What I’m
saying is this: SHOO! From those innocent girls: SHOO! From those defenseless
girls: SHOO! From those poor girls who would be traumatized for the rest of
their lives: SHOO! From those girls who will find it difficult to ever free
themselves of the guilt of filthiness: SHOO! Like a chicken eating our grains
from our barns: SHOO!
I can scream it all day, I wouldn’t
get tired. We girls have a lot to worry about for the rest of our lives. We
have to worry about competing with our male counterparts in almost all spheres,
worry about looking good, worry about the many errands our mums or guardians
send us all day long, worry about losing our favourite boys to other girls,
worry, worry, worry. So please uncles, don’t add to our many worries. Leave us
and our precious temples. Let us give it and don’t force it away from us. If we
are wise enough to keep it for the right man and at the right time, leave us with
that choice. And if we choose to give it before that right time, still don’t take
that choice away from us. We might be vulnerable and weak and you might even
always have your way with us, but I tell you, there is a God up there who
defends the defenseless and He is watching. Your cut is waiting for you.
Another advice: ensure you don’t give
birth to a female child, cos believe it or not, what goes around comes around.
So my people, this is my candid letter to our
dear uncles, get it across to them. Tell them for me please, that I said we
girls have had enough, we ain’t gonna take it no more. Till next time, miss me
okay? *winks*
