I honestly do not get the idea of periods. I also do not get the idea behind painful periods. I hate that I hallucinated all through the night when I should have been dreaming. If it’s not that this period is out to destabilize me, what was I doing in Kano with a gun, my ex and a lot of young men following me all around in the name of protection?
I woke up at 1am to take a break from that dream but I slept back hoping to wake up at 3am, that was when my madness of a dream transported me from Lagos to Kano with an existing character, new additional characters and a new weapon.
I was a terrorist in the dream.
I also didn’t wake up till 6:54am and now I’m writing a blogpost at sunrise.
Now playing: Jonathan McReynolds – gotta have you.
I had failed to announce it on the blog last week that I was hosting an event with Feranmi Okafor – THE MEET. It was our first event that held on Saturday the 24th of November. It was also the day I realized that man may fail you but God will never fail you because when at 11am, the acts invited to perform were running me crazy, I almost turned to go back home and sleep, they eventually didn’t make it but I discovered a lot of sitting acts at the event, I had the best time of my life learning from those acts and watching people speak in their accents.
I also found it particularly interesting that sense could be made out of nonsense when I saw Ayanfe scribble jagajaga on her paper till it made sense. ￼I know talented people, guys.
This week, we’ll be focusing more on sexual violence and how it has destroyed a lot of lives. I got to know the difference between sexual assault and sexual violence when someone narrated his story and I realized that sexual violence was the senior brother of sexual assault. Sexual violence is sexual assault coated with a lot of violence.
I was twelve when I got to know that the instrument in between my legs had a lot of other functions than peeing. I was watching tv in the sitting room that Thursday morning because it was the beginning of our mid-term break for that term and my parents had gone to work.
Our househelp called me from her room upstairs and I ran because I wanted to hurry back and continue watching tv, I got to her room and I met her in her underwear, the hands of her pink bra were turning brown and her black tight was pulling out a lot of threads and attracting a lot of dirt.
“Yes aunty, you called me?” I answered.
“Sit on this bed, I want to teach you something the gateman has been teaching me.”
I obeyed, she was sixteen, I had expected that she was going to teach me our language, I didn’t know why I expected that. She undressed till she was wearing only her skin and went into her bathroom, she came out few minutes later all washed up and still naked. She asked me to lay down, close my eyes and open my mouth, I did what I was told without question and counted till ten. At the count of ten, I felt something on my face and tasted something in my mouth, I opened my eyes and tried to run when I discovered that she was sitting on my face and her vagina was in my mouth. I began to struggle to get out and in the process of struggling, I bit her.
I’ll save you the details of how she tied me up and beat me in places clothes could cover. After beating me, she took me downstairs and played my first pornograhic movie, she had gotten the disc from the gateman and she made sure I was watching with my eyes open.
She took me back upstairs to practice what we watched and whenever I refused to do something, she would beat me and threaten to poison the food my parents and I eat. I watched in horror as my penis became erect and strong, it was painful. It was more horrific when she sat on it and moved up and down.
She got up a few minutes later when I was having spasms and a white substance fell out of me.
“Go and baff” she ordered.
I got up weakly and found my way to her bathroom.
“Chuks, if you tell anybody what we did, I’d kill your parents and then use you for rituals” she shouted as I turned on the shower.
It went on till I was fifteen.
I was sixteen when I knew that I had been sexually violated against my own will.
End of his story.
This thing sounded like a lie to me until I heard other stories even worse than his. I had no tears in me when I heard this story. I see people who have been abused as survivors because I’ve only had a near abuse situation that scarred me for a very long time.
These survivors will be celebrated this Sunday and of course will be fighting against sexual violence because God forbid that more people go through the pain of being violated.
I honestly don’t know what else I’ll spend my Sunday doing if it’s not dedicating my time to a cause this worthy and of course I’d love my readers to be there. It would mean a lot.
KNOW ANYONE WHO HAS BEEN VIOLATED?
IF YES, HAVE YOU ENCOURAGED THEM TO SPEAK OUT?
DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO’S SEXUALLY VIOLATING PEOPLE?
DO YOU KNOW THAT IT WOULD HELP IF YOU SPEAK UP SO WE CAN CURB THE MENACES?