His hands dragged her violently across the room. He threw her on the worn out mattress. He paused, stared at her and began smiling, revealing a set of incomplete teeth. He was the devil’s reincarnate. Her eyes searched the whole room for an object with which she could hit him hard. Her searching eyes landed on the metal flask that stood gallantly on the bedside drawer. He seemed to have read her thoughts because before she could grab it, he gave her a hard slap that sent her reeling on the floor. ‘You’re as I had predicted. Stubborn, feisty. I love that! It’d merrier!’ He tipped his head back in laughter. Her eyes misted with tears. No! It could not happen to her! She would not have it happen to her! It would disastrous! Horrendous! Catastrophic! He knelt down and cupped her chin, bringing her to him. ‘No one can save you from me now,’ He whispered, his hot breath fanning her skin, tormenting her. He began tracing her hairline with the tip of his fingers. ‘I never could take my eyes off you since you were a child.’ His words irritated her, made bile rise dangerously to her throat. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. With all the strength she could muster, she pushed him away from me. Her legs were up in an instant and she took off running. ‘Get back here!’ He snarled aggressively. She ran like she would never run again across the room, down the stairs. She burst through the doors and aimed for the gate. Just when she thought was almost at the gate, at the edge of freedom, at the edge of breakthrough, her legs buckled. she fell down flat on the floor, not for long. Her father pulled her legs and dragged her back into the house. Tears trickled down her eyes. She would never escape this, she thought. Back inside the bungalow, he threw her on the old sofa in the sitting room. A hot slap descended on her cheeks. ‘I thought I’d go nice and slow on you but you proved that you don’t deserve it.’ His words pierced her heart like a freshly sharpened scalpel. Ferociously, he tore at her clothes like a mad dog. The moon, in her splendour, stretched her fingers through the window to admonish her bare skin. His belt dropped with loud thud on the floor. His faded jean trousers slid down his legs. Before she knew it, his full weight fell on her. The mouth of the man she thought to be a father covered hers. He rode her through hell back and forth. Something ignited her. A feeling, a sense of oppression. She laid there, deprived of her pride, robbed off her virginity, left to wither like a demeaned flower as her sense of dignity had been shattered by her father.
Above, is something I wrote a year ago when I heard a true life story of a girl who had been raped by her father. Close your eyes and imagine what I tried to portrayed in your own words and scenery. ‘How do you think she feels?’ I asked myself but got no response. Call it shock or whatever. Although, I can never feel what she must have felt, I tried placing myself in her shoes and tried to capture what must have happened that night. A young teenager who had dreams and hopes was raped, raped! Raped by her own father! What a despicable thing to be heard but it’s reality. Millions of similar cases occur daily yet they go unnoticed. The few that get under the spotlight are regarded as trivial. Our society seems to be losing its priority, neglecting these societal vices that are rendering many abused, victimised, traumatised, oppressed, subjugated and demeaned. This must stop! We must begin to focus on threatening issues and give a voice to the voiceless! Let’s snap out of our slumber and become sensitive to what’s happening in our surroundings. We need to put an end to the societal vices plaguing our planet. Spread the word, enlighten others, be sensitive, be observant and help curb this social problems. A year ago, during a sensitisation programme by Joe Odumakin, I was enlightened to what I’d been oblivious to. Now, I’m spreading the knowledge I’ve acquired. Share your opinions on the matter. How can we stop this ills?