I was only six when a man first told me he loved me. I thought to myself “what was this love he spoke of,” I couldn’t question him so I let it be. I didn’t know that all he saw was my thighs and what was between them. At a very tender age I knew what I wanted for myself so I never compromised my stand. He made several advances with me but I kept escaping narrowly. It’s been 13 years and this very situation held me in bondage for 9 long years. I never spoke of this to a single soul till now.
I was molested by this individual and I know too many girls my age that are nursing similar wounds from their childhood. When will we wake up and realize that the truth is right in front of us? We as africans have failed our children. We have let the hardships of life make us negelct our babies. Dear Africa, wake up your babies are being molested.
We try to avoid any topic relating to sex or sex education and allow men to continue to feel like it’s their right to have a woman’s body.
It’s sickening how many times I’ve had to run away from the men I call “uncle”. We never address the issue the way it’s supposed to be addressed. We can not talk things the “family way” when somebody has destroyed your child’s entire life. Wake up!
When will we realize that we can’t fix the problem by begging people to be quiet? Fear silenced me all these years. I was made to believe that when I spoke out about this disgusting act I would bring shame to my family… but what about the shame it already brought to me? What about the feelings that kept resurfacing after that year. What about the time I almost went crazy being quiet about my feelings? What about our feelings? What about our future?
Dear Africa, wake up! Your babies are being molested.
I am no longer afraid to step out of the ugly shadow of my insecurities and the things that have made me feel like I am not enough. There is power in confession and in agreeing that truly you’re not alone. #Metoo.
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