Isn't it funny that you're concerned about the clothes she was wearing when you should be concerned about the vile heart of the rapist?
Isn't it disturbing that you're concerned about what she was doing at a particular place, when you should be concerned about why a rapist would be walking freely on the streets?
Shouldn't we check you for asking why she couldn't scream or run,
when obviously she was overpowered and scared to death?
And then it goes on and on again, blaming the rape victims!
How do you blame a child that was raped by her father?
How do you blame her for being raped by her sibling?
Are you really going to blame Shola for going on an arrand for Broda Segun, and innocently going inside his house to give him his change?
How do you blame a human who was violated?
How about the baby who's wearing a diaper and can't even report her case?
Have you not heard and seen enough?
Maybe you should ask us why we increase our steps when we notice a shadow behind us,
Maybe you should ask us how we feel at the market place when Chinedu drags us, and even hit our bums 'jokingly' cos he's trying to market his goods,
Maybe you should ask us why we cross to the other side of the road in fear when we see 'poor men' going their way,
Maybe you should ask us why we do not go hiking or jogging alone anymore,
Maybe you should ask our widowed mothers why they're so angry whenever that uncle of yours comes around. Has she even had the courage to narrate the story?
Maybe you should ask us why we stay outside when we invite an artisan to work in our homes.
Maybe you should stop blaming us!
Should our freedom be censored? Shouldn't we be able to move around without a male figure policing us?
Is it not funny that you point your fingers to accuse the one who was stolen from, rather than the thief? Is it not sick?
Year after year, time and again, this keeps happening. Hash tags keep trending. #JusticeFor... #JusticeFor...
When is it going to end? Our friends, our sisters, our leaders, our mothers... The shame, the pain, the humiliation, the silence culture!
How is it that a victim of theft cannot report her case for fear of being judged and hushed? Is that how vile the human race now is?
Here's what...
Start by not looking away from any snide comments on rape without spewing sense to the writer.
Start by taking any slight report on sexual harassment seriously.
Start by teaching your daughters about their body parts. Start by instilling confidence in them. Tell them they're not "the minor gender"
Start by teaching your sons they're not entitled to a woman's body.
Start by rebuking that neighbor's son for always maltreating that girl. No, they're not just "small shudren"
Start by frowning at uncensored and insensitive rape apologetic jokes.
Start by bearing children you would be responsible for, in training and in discipline.
Start by refusing to shut up at this evil, start by voicing out for the voiceless.
Start by resisting the urge to blame the rape victims!
While you do all these, don't forget to introduce Jesus to the hardened hearts of those without him, for if the hearts are clean,
evil is brought to book.
For those that have ever been victimized through rape, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that anytime your heart sees this topic, memories you wished weren't there come rushing.
I'm sorry that for years you've lived with the trauma without having a break.
I'm sorry you always have to watch your back unconsciously even in your room.
I'm sorry you even cannot open your heart to love again cos you've been betrayed by the ones you thought loved you.
I'm sorry you now hate church, cos... Your pastor
I'm sorry you now hate home cos... Your dad.
I'm sorry your heart knots anytime you see your offender walk on the streets painless.
I'm sorry you were hushed quiet.
I'm sorry you were blamed and even victimized in your sorrow.
I'm sorry you think rape might be normal, cos no, it isn't normal.
It's not your fault. It's never your fault a thief stole from you.
I pray offenders are exposed and brought to book. I pray they cease to roam our streets freely looking for the next victim
I pray this evil withers.
More importantly, I pray for you sis,
That your heart heals.
I pray you get beauty for your ashes.
I pray you get the oil of gladness for the sorrows.
I pray you see a reason to live and excel effortlessly.
I pray your heart be illuminated with light and the shadows be burned.
I pray when you decide to tell your story, we see nothing but rags turn to riches.
I pray you THRIVE!
I pray your heart be illuminated with light and the shadows be burned.
I pray when you decide to tell your story, we see nothing but rags turn to riches.
I pray you THRIVE!
I had a friend that said their mind, only when telling a joke. They didn't know that I'm God's baby girl and in turn God's paddy. He highlighted the seemingly "meaningless" lines to me as though with a bold marker.
They'd want to express some jealousy, but they'd do it in the form of a joke and for every time they did, I could discern what exactly they intended to say, and that was because I had made a simple but sincere prayer to God.
It went like, "Lord, please I don't want to find myself living Psalm 1:1." God did not only answer my prayer but also gave me the ability to make the right choices and the necessary tools that I needed to do that—The gift of Discernment.
Sometimes, God’s intentionality about us shows in really random things. There are times you have a thought/desire you didn’t even pray about, & you just come across it on your social media or somewhere you weren’t expecting. A God who hears our WORDS and HEARTS. We stan 🙌
There are lovers that listen to every words you utter and grant your desires. Then there’s that lover who not only pays attention to your words, but to your heart too... He listens to every of your unsaid words and satisfies you, how refreshing to know!
The times you craved for shawarma and got it without asking,
The times you needed money and someone just asked for your account number (out of the blues. Lol)
The times you needed a friend and he sent someone to love you... I mean, you remember those times, don’t you?
Sis, You Said No To Him Already, So Why Are You Still Monitoring His Life?
Why are you stalking him, really? Why are you checking his social media to see if he has the picture of another lady? You already said you weren’t interested, so why?
I’m talking to you my dear, why so bothered? Why do you still look out for him at events or gatherings? Oh, I get it, the Bible tells you to be your brother’s keeper, so you’re trying to do your part innit? Lmao!
I’m not done... why does your stomach knot when you see him talking to another lady? What’s the challenge? I mean, the young gentleman met you and spoke to you about his interest, you said no,