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We Failed The Male Child
We Failed The Male Child
- DESMOND BANIGO
© 2020.
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@desmondbanigo | Henrietta Fubara
So, I sat my day out troubled about our
conversation. How come I did not know about
this, what it means to be violated. Somehow or
maybe, I wouldn’t be here. “They failed me”,
Everyone failed me! I kept saying to myself. As
I pondered over this, my eyes wetted and tears
rolled down subtly on my cheeks. I felt
miserable as I remembered my story; how I
went from being molested to a sheer state of
numbness.
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Chapter Two
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Apparently annoyed by our noisiness, Mrs Scott.
hollered at us belligerently from her window.
"Tell your kid to shut the hell’ up - does he
even know; he is a boy? Does he even know
that?
At that point, my jejuneness ran into sheer
perplexity. Does being a boy child also mean I
should not be shown affection or attention when
I needed it? I was maybe too small, too small
to know or question, just maybe. Even though
as a child I could not readily understand the
complexities of life, I did not need anyone to
explain the intrigues. For the once, I stared at
my numbness at the face. I swallowed my hurt
with pride and moved on with my life. Somehow,
my right to cry had been inexplicably taken from
me and there was absolutely nothing to be done
about it. Each time I cried, I reacted, I was
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shown the cold side and to think that it all
meant nothing so I resolved to moving on,
tending to my hurt as I grew along, on my
own. As a growing pupil at school, even when
I got punished for my delinquent behaviours, I
would not cry and often times I will choose not
to feel because that right had been taken from
me, a long time before.
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Chapter Three
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I could feel the weather suddenly betray my
uneasy calm. The latent temperature had tilted
above the normal and my pores had no options
but to respond with profuse sweating. I was
uncomfortable but while I tried to encourage my
disgust, I was utterly helpless. The only choice
in front of me was to perform as she always
teased, “perform o., make sure you perform”
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Chapter Five
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Chapter Six
I was now 28. Fully grown, bearded adult with
eccentric looks and charisma. I sheltered a
ravishing lure and my warmth was almost
impeccable. my friends usually teased me with
how difficult it would be for any lady to not
want my attention so I hung my masculine ego
around this reality and I knew I could always
get whatever I wanted.
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Chapter Seven
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The gateman and other neighbours stormed in
to her apartment only to find me pants down
and what remained of the hapless little child I
just defiled.
I did not have to explain anything and there
was absolutely no need for that. The men
whisked me into the compound, and beat me
with clubs, sticks and different items that did
not just inflict tortuous pain but injury as they
sought to end me with jungle justice.
THE END
#SAY NO TO RAPE
#VICTIMSDEMANDJUSTICE
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