I want you all to show/tell me a place where girls and women are safe in this country. Just one place. Please I am pleading with you, point me to that place where we are safe and protected from abuse.
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Alright. Let's start from our homes. Are we still going to live in denial of what goes on in our different homes? Where our father's brothers or cousins come in and rape/molest us? Are we going to talk about the fathers raping their daughters or the brothers molesting their baby sisters? Or the security fingering our five year old daughters or the helps putting tubes and end of cutleries into the vagina of our daughters? Are we going to act like many young and older women walking around today don't have at least one story of being abused by family, which still continues daily?
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Let's go to the schools. This hurts me to write but are we going to act like we had no idea that our daughters lesson teachers did ask to sniff their pants after classes or ask them to sit on their legs while massaging their clitoris? Are we going to deny that our six year old daughters come back walking a certain way and flinching while washing their private parts? Are we going to ignore the mirror games the boys played in classes, placing mirrors under our seats to have a view of our vaginas or fingering us and daring us to report to anyone? Are we going to act like Uncle Sammy loves us so much that is why he keeps placing us on his laps or ask us to touch his penis and play with it? Are we going to ignore the corp members defiling our children and daughters in secondary schools and boasting about it? Are we going to act like our learning centers are not hubs of abuse and rape and defilement on a daily basis?
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Let's go to our religious centers and with the last bit of energy in me, please I ask you not to aggravate me. Are we going to act like many young girls are not being abused by their children's pastor or Sunday school teachers or choir masters regularly? Are we going to act like those tarries, deliverance sessions and prayers dedicated specifically for our daughters was not to fondle them or grope their body parts in the guise of anointing? Are we going to live in denial of the many things that happen behind close doors and offices in our religious centers? Or should I spell it out clearly?
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Let's go to the market. At least, since the burden of bearing the tag of a cook is necessary for our survival and those of our families, we should be safe here. Should we mention how much we dread going to the markets because of the fear of being groped or manhandled by the sellers? Should we explain why we wear a frown or act so angry each time we enter the market? Should we talk about how we sometimes smile or act coy just so we finesse our way out of a barricade of bodies who might just decide our bum-bum or breast is the place to tap us?
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Let's go to the banking halls or the ATM galleries and let's talk about the times we have to silently and shamefully wiggle our way out of queues just so we don't have to feel that bulge growing between our buttocks. Or the absolute horror of realizing that there is a wet thing staining your gown or skirts or trousers. In open spaces. In broad daylight.
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Let's go to the malls or relaxation centers. A place where we should at least let down our guards or rest or just have fun or just enjoy. Let's talk about wanting to learn how to swim but having a predator for a swimming teacher or wanting to learn how to play volleyball or just be but having to walk on glasses or look behind your back every minute because that pass to you will come with an intentional brush to your breast or something worse.
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Should I mention every goddamn place I know and show to you that your faux outrage and moral condescension of our daughters and sisters getting raped in a concert/show is nothing but you being silly and stupid? Are you going to honestly climb your moral horse and tell us where to go or where to be seen to avoid being raped or how to dress to not tempt rapists? Are you honestly going to act like rape and abuse are not happening right at your doorstep and by you? Are you going to still sit behind your goddamn keypad or keyboards and list rules of how to avoid being raped or abused when you are going to be the one raping/abusing us right at our doorsteps?
For days now, I've held myself from commenting or jumping into this conversation but a bit of me dies each time I come here and see what some of you are spewing. SHUT UP!
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Look around you, your homes and temples and corners and streets are filled with the tears, acceptance and silence/acceptance of stories of abuse. Call it what it is. Even if I name my abuser, you are the same person who will build a million excuses and justifications for them and here you are, sitting pretentious-ly and acting concerned and involved? Where is Justice in this country? Show me! Where is Fairness in this society? Where are the consequences of our actions and the punishments for wrongs, crimes and abuse? And you dare have the guts to question my right as a person to move and be? Where are we safe? Some of us have made homes with abuse, some of us have embraced it, some of us have had to befriend our abusers just to lessen the shame and you still sit there and act so...?
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