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Sunday, 10th March 2018.

Dear D,
I had a deep conversation with a friend today, I won't mention her name as I'd like to keep her identity, and my heart is broken, I don't even have words.

She was sexually assaulted when she was younger, and when she reached the age of 13, she was raped. And guess who did it? Her own uncle! Her own blood uncle!

He would come home during festive seasons, shower her with gifts and lots of attention. Then, when nobody was watching, he would grope her, and sometimes, he actually slipped his finger into her.

When she was 13, she finished Junior Secondary School and had a long break, guess who volunteered to take her to his place for the holidays? Yes, you guessed right, her "Horn-cle".

She did go, of course, and that was when he finally penetrated and scarred her for the rest of her life. He did not do it once or twice, and he often told her that he loved her, and that's the reason he was doing that to her. Of course, he told her to keep her mouth shut, because only the things kept hidden are dignified.

Can you IMAGINE?!!
My friend can't even have a proper conversation with older men who aren't are father or brothers, except that what happened runs through her mind, she stats shaking and then, her heart starts to race.

I wonder how long it's going to take for men to understand basic things, like how to control the urges.

Oh what am I even saying?! Why does anyone have urges towards a child! A minor! An innocent.

Women, ladies, girls are NOT objects. If you need an object, kindly order yourself a toy. Women are humans, they feel! They have feelings.

Stop acting like animals instead of men. And yes, while I acknowledge that it is not all men who rape, we don't even know who anymore!

It's not fair and I'm so heartbroken that I don't know what to say

What I know though, is that God, is the best Judge, and when He starts to punish these offenders, we would plead for them.

I hope I'm in a better state of mind by the time I fill in a new entry.

Yours,
A.

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