Mrs Patricia James heaved a sigh of relief for the first time in the past 50 years of her life, from an underlying pain which she's refused to share with anyone. Her inner relief started to come as she listened to Dr Lizzy Hakim as she facilitated in what happened to be the final session of her annual Women for Positive Change Conference, an annual conference she hosts through which she inspires excellence in women while addressing some underlying but critical societal cum cultural ills that peg women back from outstanding progress in life endeavours.
Dr. Lizzy runs Women for Positive Change Initiative as a Non-governmental Organization (NGO), and the annual conference is one of her outreach programmes to women of different age brackets. Dr Lizzy's talk was centered on helping rape victims recover from the associated trauma of rape. During the presentation, she had shared real stories of many victims of rape (while protecting their identities, particularly as some of them were seated in the audience) while giving relevant counsels on how to get over the excruciating emotional pains associated with being a victim of rape. She particularly emphasized on the need to speak out as a victim or witness of rape, noting that secrecy is one of the tools that help in incubating, multiplying and papetuating the dastardly act.
The Conference was exclusive for women, such that even the stewards and technicians were all women. This made it very easy for many more victims of rape who were there present to speak up after Dr Lizzy had finished her presentation, sharing many real life experiences which they'd not have shared otherwise. It was after that rigorous session, and attending to so many questions and taking many more reactions that Mrs Patricia approached Dr Lizzy outside the Conference Hall and desired to have a one-on-one with her. Because they were already well acquainted with each other and that Dr Lizzy was really exhausted, they went in a motorcade to her hotel room. After allowing her time to freshen up as well as having a light lunch with her, Mrs Patricia started to relate her tortious and lengthy tale.
"I just turned 13 years of age when it happened," Mrs Patricia started in such a rather depressed tone that Dr Lizzy had to encourage her to cheer up a bit more, assuring her of "being there for her". She then continued: "As a matter of fact, it happened on my 13th birthday, and I was just a lovely JS3 girl. I looked physically more mature than my age though - I probably looked 17, and all the attractiveness were there to fluant (although I wasn't particularly fluanting them, just that teens have to be teens)." "Yea, I understand," Dr Lizzy assured in a muse as she nodded.
"I had this young guy in my compound named Bosco. He was 17+ and very intelligent too, plus that he looked quite responsible as well," Mrs Rose continued. "He recently secured a university scholarship, and would be traveling to the UK the day after the rape incidence. I have to admit that no one has ever taught me mathematics skillfully as he did, with so much simplicity and tactfulness employed. He was practically my best friend in the whole compound; on countless occasions we had sat together in our sitting room, and seldom in theirs, especially on weekends or during the holidays, either studying or just discussing casually while we saw a movies. My parents never questioned my closeness with him, maybe because of the fact that he'd always help me out with maths and the sciences, as well as the fact that he was also in very good terms with my elder brother (who was 18+). Moreover, he had two younger sisters, a set of twins, who were in a boarding school, with whom I as well very friendly." "It's quite understandable, you were just like family friends," Dr Lizzy quipped. "Exactly," Mrs Patricia confirmed. "He'd always call me pet names like 'baby girl', 'finny', 'shine-shine baby', 'bae', 'my wife', etc; even in my mom's presence. And while my mom took it as an innocent familiarity, I really enjoyed the names."
"The day before the ugly incidence transpired, he had assured me that he'd have a 'special and memorable time with me' before his journey; little did I know that the memorable time would not be 'pleasurable' to me at all as the softness of his tone was while he spoke those words. The incidence took place on a Friday, and so I came back from school at about 3pm as we did not have extramural classes at school on Fridays. His promised 'special and memorable time with me' propelled me to be on my way home as soon as the bell went, as against my usual practice of chatting around briefly with peers.
"Bosco was just coming down the stairs, wearing his three-quarter khaki shorts, as I walked into the almost quiet-as-the-graveyard compound. We met at the foot of the stairway (they lived on the third floor, just directly above us in the four storey apartment house). He greeted me with that big-brotherly warm hug every teenage girl would savour; and as the 'happy birthday, my baby girl' left his lips, I clung more firmly to him, feeling safer than ever with him in his arms. Not even my siblings remembered my birthday that morning, and my mom who doesn't forget any of our birthdays travelled to the village with my dad for the funeral of a close relation the day before. These increased the value of his birthday wishes to me; and I remained locked in his arms for what may as well be up to five minutes, while he muttered some rather very soulish birthday prayers - if only I had known that an imminent danger was lurking in the corner, disguised in a friendly and big-brotherly robe."
Mrs Patricia took a puase, shook her head in an obvious inner agony as she seemed to relive the whole experience over again. "Cheer up my dear," Dr Lizzy encouraged, as she went on to hold tightly to Mrs Patricia's hands, muttering some words of comfort in the process. Mrs Patricia took a sip from the glass of water in front of her and braced herself to continue the narration of her five-decade-old ordeal.
"His welcoming embrace and kind words made my heart the more tender towards him, but it wasn't anything romantic," Mrs Patricia reflected, evidently showing some bitter emotions. She went on to narrate how Bosco asked her to check on him at their suite as soon as she freshened up, with emphasis that he's got some 'special refreshments' for her; and that she almost hurriedly had a bath and put on clean casual wears - a camisole and a maybe-very-short skirt. "Which girl doesn't cherish 'a very special moment' and 'some special refreshments' from a big-brother on her birthday?" she said rather mockingly to herself.
"As I climbed up to their suite with all joyfulness, I did not know that I was equally as naive. He made me very comfortable with every details and served me a really delicious meal, with drinks accompaniments. Bosco could cook very well, unlike my elder brother who could hardly boil water for tea; so I didn't need a prophet to tell me that he prepared the meal himself. I wasn't a stranger to his house, I was more like a family member, but the type of courtesy he paid me that day was something else - every detail was with precision and his words were the kind of choice words you'd use when on a date with a princess. I took it that those words and treatments were because that day was my birthday, as well as the fact that he would be traveling the day after, bearing in mind his earlier promises. After the refreshments, I sat next to him in the sitting room while we saw an interesting movie. He'd occasionally touch me on the laps while we chatted; and at a point, because we were seated next to each other, I would lean on his chest," she narrated. "I was just as free with him as ever, and at that particular point with a farewell attitude caressing my mind and making me rather more gullible - and stupid as well."
At this point, Mrs Patricia couldn't hold back her tears any longer as she narrated how the young man started touching her "everywhere" until he finally overpowered her and forcefully slept with her right there is their sitting room. "Initially it was a seemingly innocent touch which I almost didn't resist; but every innocence in the whole thing faded away as his hands started to practically dance around my entire physical body. I tried to fight him off with all my might, little did I know that there was a beast in the guy that I had grown to accept as an elder brother and a caring friend," she continued her narrations, noting how he cruelly punched her on her stomach as she resisted him, how he slapped her mouth when she attempted biting him and how the loudness of the audio system concealed her groans while she struggled. "He treated me the way you can't treat an animal, pushed me out of their apartment after the rape and threatened to 'kill the hell in me' should I mention the incidence to anyone," Mrs Patricia said as she concluded her tales.
Dr Lizzy held her in a tight hug for a while as she was in tears again, while allowing her to recover her composure before asking her further questions. "It's obvious that that was how you lost your virginity; I can also imagine how hurting it was, both during and after the encounter. But, how did you handle it? Did you tell anybody about the ordeal - your mom, a trusted teacher, your school counselor, your church head, anybody?" "I never mentioned it to anyone," Mrs Patricia said in response. "As a matter of fact, this is my very first time to ever share this with any human being at all. I think, I was safer keeping it to myself than opening up to anyone and getting blamed for being raped." "How do you mean?" Dr Lizzy enquired. She then responded by telling her how her mom would have blamed her for wearing a camisole to visit a guy, and how blames would be laid on her for possibly flirting around the guy. "They'll all heap the blame on me; nobody would reason along with me. Only my elder brother would have been on my defence, but that would bring an untold war between him and Bosco and Bosco's family; and it'll finally come back on my head. So I was way safer keeping it all to myself," she said.
"How did that affect your life generally after the incidence?" Dr Lizzy quizzed. "The fact remains that my life never remained the same ever since. My dreams were affected, my performance at school dropped and my interactions with people were practically killed. I became very moody, was caught on many occasions staring aimlessly at nothing. I developed an unusual kind of hatred for men generally, and I became more withdrawn to myself. The only thing I did after that was to take to writing. I seemed to find an escape each time I lifted my pen to write, only that I often wrote incoherent nonsense, lines which only me understood. It affected my life dream of being a surgeon; and I later had to settle for another course of study, simply because I had to study something - just totally lost the passion to give my life dream the needed push due to chronic depression that bedeviled me from the very moment after the experience. I used to top my class, but after that incidence, the best I had smelt was the 10th position," Mrs Patricia said while she leaned back on the seat. "It's a single event that has so adversely affected my life, giving it a different turn altogether. Those 5 minutes of pleasure to him have translated to a 5 decades of pains and mental distress to me. There's no single moment that I remembered that humiliation that I don't bow down in pains within me. On countless occasions I had considered suicide, only God knows how I've managed to remain alive till today" she remarked as she concluded, using her bandana to dry her the tears which had started to drip down her once-very-beautiful cheeks.
While you think about the pleasure
Don't hesitate her pains also to consider,
For rape such a crime against humanity it is
So dehumanizing it blows no one no good.
Why in our generation the humanity dies
For what's meant a pleasure a pain it's practically turned?
Many an excuse many a person offers
The causes of rape on the victims we blame
And thus doing the culprits emboldened.
Say No To Rape!
Yes To Sanctity and Decency!!!
Many a Patricia out there we have
Our duty it is to fish out and rehabilitate;
Their tears to dry and hope fully restore
Their cases hear and justice grant.
Patricia in our mothers, daughters, sisters and friends
While we give them a voice the dastardly act we stop.
The Bosco in our society their number abounds
In excuses and secrecy they thrive
Their innocent victims we consider not their pains
Oh that they're brought to justice!
In stricter measures their cases to try
While no hiding place we afford them.
Say No To Rape!
Yes To Sanctity and Decency!!!
By Dabere Timothy Chukwuka (Timothy Integrity)
(This piece of literature is an original work by Dabere Timothy Chukwuka (Timothy Integrity). It's a literary contribution by the author in solidarity with the Say No To Rape campaign as being championed by Ms Esther Nwaogwugwu.
This work is a pure piece of fiction for public awareness, education and enlightenment and should be accepted as such. Any similarity in character with any real person, organization or concept is a mere coincidence.)
























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