Rape…… Rape… The force on one’s self and on another has been something that we suffer a lot here in Africa. And as I sat down on my bed, still hugging my blood stained sheets, It gradually dawned on me that I am now one of them,…. The abused, brutalised and the forcefully deflowered. I laughed out loud, so loud and hard that I didn’t know when I began to scream, shaking as well as the thought settled in. My mind went back deep into that memory maze, flashes of Tony came to me as he thrust hard into me, tearing me down the more with every thrust I remember….. It didn’t even matter to me if I felt really sore and somehow satisfied…… I just knew I was changing.
Let me quickly say something about rape, rape literally is not about the body alone, it has to do with the mindset also and it dawned on me that Tony has been sexually assaulting me for a long time, under the umbrella of family and there is nothing much heart breaking than the betrayal of one who is supposed to guard you with all his life. And now as I write…. I should say Tony raped me punitively! What did I do? Why?
There was something Uncle Tony was saying as he was thrusting his huge manhood into my small vagina. He said “……..this is the best gift I can give you, now you know what being a woman means.” After he was done he stood up, not covering his body, screamed at me to look at him and as I did I saw something in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.
E-BOOK OF NOLLYWOOD FRANCE: TITLE: THE OTHER SIDE SIDE – PART 8: THE BEST GIFT I CAN GIVE YOU
