THE REAL VICTIM

This is intended to educate people on who really is the victim in a rape situation. Please read and let us know what you think. This was written by +Nonso Anyasi, a man who has joined us in fighting this menace in #Nigeria. Read more...

We hear stories of young girls being raped every day.

We see pictures of ladies; assaulted, battered and bruised.

Girls, whom a future so bright lay

Cut short by maniacs walking in trousers

Who should be in the zoo; or best without clothes.

‘Cause that’s where they belong- amongst relatives.

You see a girl clothed, and hormones rage.

Your mind plays tricks upon your brain

Your eyes wander on a journey of discovery

Aided by your wild imagination, and assisted by your target

A theory forms, which you quickly discard.

You are after all a gentleman.

You see her again, but you don't see the innocent her

Even in decent clothes

The devil in you rears its ugly head

And urges you to take notice of her perfectly shaped endowments.

Tis so frustrating: to gaze without touching.

Yet so inviting: to taste without wooing.

And you let your desires overcome common sense.

You hear her beg and scream, you see the terror in her eyes

The realisation of a brilliant future cut short stares you in the face.

Yet, you pretend not to notice, till you have had your fill.

Your hands are busy with her body, prying into her innermost recesses.

Her body is busy rejecting you, her spirit cursing you.

Her ancestors are looking down at you with anger in their eyes

Your ancestors are watching with shame so unparalleled.

You finally come to your senses, but it’s too late.

Cherry popped, body defiled, future tarnished

A legacy given freely, one of hate

And innocence lost, forever destroyed.

Or that is what you think- but nay,

So wrong are you in your fallacy

Your actions and judgements are so short tempered.

That which gave you momentary pleasure is your doom undying

Your misery so eternal, it goes beyond this world.

You close your eyes to sleep, but sleep eludes you

You hear the screams which you muffled with your unwanted kisses

The sight of her battered and ravished body haunts you at night

You pray for the dawn to break, so you can make amends.

But that which is done cannot be undone!

You have to bear the consequences of your evil act

The very victim of which has moved on.

The girl you raped transforms to a Madam before your own eyes

While you are left in the wake of her shadow.

It was your future you destroyed, not hers

It was your destiny you tampered, not hers

It was her ancestors who were annoyed, not yours

And it was her spirit that cursed, not yours.

She was a victim before in actuality but a victor in reality.

She mastered the control of her emotions

Suppressed the urge to kill you after the act

But settled to the task of picking up the bits and pieces

All which you never could have achieved, for your intelligence is minimal.

Go back to the zoo, where you came from

Before your nightmare turns to an ultimate reality.

So who is the real victim now?