It's an act which is supposed to come out beautifully and carefully constructed for the pleasure of the body, spirit and soul. The more time is put into it, the better the result. No one is supposed to rush into, during and out of it else you stand the risk of ruining it's primary objective - pleasurable memories!
So, when someone forces another human being to have se x, it's like wasting your time trying to paint a picture in your min instead of on a board.
Last week, I came across a young lady in Lagos who told me her story - a story involving sexual abuse and
her as the victim. At first, I didn't want to listen because I felt, as
a prostitute, she asked for it but when she told me she was raped by
six men and dragged out of the house in a pool of her own blood, I wept!
"I met this guy
at the club and he seemed to had taken a like at me. He approached me
and asked if I wanted to dance. "sure," I replied and the next thing, we
were on the dance floor breaking the sweat. He was nice, smelled nice and laughed so hard at my jokes.
"What
do you do my dear?" he asked me when we stepped outside for some fresh
air. "I am serving but I hang out with guys at my spare time.. If you
know what I mean," I said. He smiled and said, "I understand."
"We
talked for a few minutes more before he asked "so how much would you
charge me for the whole night?" I asked if he was serious and he said
yes. "I told him 10,000 Naira." He agreed to pay and joked that he'll
increase it if I performed very well.
"We
drove to his beautiful house in Ajah and he was cool towards me. He
asked if I needed something to eat or drink or if I wanted to take a
shower. I felt safe so I went for a quick shower and
when I returned he was waiting for me in his bedroom. He looked nice in
his nake dness and I couldn't wait to please him. He made me want to have
se x just by his behavior towards me so I gave in. I joined him in bed and we f**ked for hours.
"We
took breaks, but after he came, he asked if I needed a drink which I
replied, "yes, sure". He brought me Coke (the plastic bottle) which I
opened myself. After drinking it, I began feeling dizzy but I concluded
that my body was tired from the s ex. I slept off but woke up 30-40 minutes late to see six men with him in the room.
"All of
them were na ked and rubbing their hands on their di cks as they looked at
me lustfully. I could hear him tell them, "she's a Calabar girl, she's
really good at it, trust me." I tried to stand but I couldn't. I was
weak but fully aware of what was happening.
"While two of them held me down, the other took turns. They had different p enis sizes
and breaths and speed. Some even slapped me severally just to make me
stable or be in the position they wanted. They used whips on me and
even tied my neck like a dog and asked me to suck d icks after di cks
while they fu cked me at the same time.
"I
cried till tears could drop no more. Blood was oozing out of my mouth
and my entire body from the all whips. At some point I couldn't fight
any longer. I even pretended to have collapsed but they never stopped. I
became dry, wet, dry, wet again and the activity kept going on, none
stop! All I could do was say a prayer to God to take me out that house
alive. I even made a promise to God that if He saved me from those six
men, I will NEVER do runs again. I just wanted everything to stop! I
wanted the pain to stop!
"I was ra ped for
hours and when they were done, they "came" all over me. From my hair,
to my eyes and toes, I was dripping of sperm. I was left in the pool of
my own blood on the floor. I couldn't see myself by the time they were
done. I thought I was dead. I had no idea how I would walk out of that
house and all I was thinking was God seeing me through.
"I
then realized that out of the six men I woke up to, only one didn't
participate in the evil act. He felt sorry for what his friends were
about to do to me. He left the room while the others devoured me like an
animal. So, he was the one who showed up after the incident to ask me
where I lived. I couldn't even remember. I didn't even recognize myself.
I had no identity. I was a nobody.
He
went out but showed up minutes later and carried me downstairs where a
cab was waiting for me. He put me in the back seat, bleeding and naked
and told the cab guy to take me home. Before the driver kicked off, he
removed his T-shirt and wore it on me. He also paid the driver and then
dropped 9,000 Naira in my bag alongside my shoes and torn dress.
"I am really sorry
for what those guys did to you, I couldn't do it… I couldn't…I just
coul.." he whispered in my ears as his tears dripped down my neck.
"Please go take care of yourself… this is all the cash I have on me." he
said before the taxi left the house I can't still remember its
location."
I am now well physically but I
will never forget what happened to me. I have never had a good sleep
since that day because every time I close my eyes, I see them on me."
My
reader says she prefers to remain anonymous but will advise that girls
and even prostitutes should be careful with their lives and how they
chose to live it. She says she won't be at peace until the culprits are
found dead or imprisoned for life. She has stopped believing in God because HE allowed that rape to happen!
She's now a receptionist at a hotel and wants to live her life while hoping she gets through without thinking of suicide.
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