I didn’t know those smiles were harmful — story of a raped victim

Austine Philip
Sep 1, 2018 · 3 min read

I was just four years old, so innocent and free as a child with those lovely smiles I got. How would I have known you had evil thoughts against me? As I played with other kids you were lusting at me, then you gave me a smile as your eyes caught my eyes. I didn’t know those smiles were harmful.

My parents saw you as a nice and responsible person, how respectful you were in the neighborhood, but little did they know you are a beast. Other little children and I sang “brother oyoyo” as you return from work because, we know you definitely bought us goodies. All those wherefore deceit. You gradually won my parents heart with your pretentious acts, and gifts, how would they have known that you’re nothing but a life ruiner. The day you shouted my name, to come help you run an errand, Mummy told me to be quick in response to your call, unknown to her that she was pushing me into the Lion’s den.

That Saturday was a sad day, as usual you sent me an errand, you told me to seat and wait for you to refresh after I had returned from the errand, not knowing you wanted to hurt me badly. I waited patiently having in mind that when you are out, you will give me ten naira and say thank you. Innocently I smiled at you when you came out, and said “brother i have bought them” and you asked me to come give it to you. You held my hands so tightly, that I felt pains and you asked me if it was painful, which I nodded my head, not knowing the worst was yet to come. You closed my mouth tightly and said if I shout you will tell my Mum how naughty has been. You pulled my pants down, slapped me hard, that tears rolled out of my eyes, but couldn’t cry out because you already tired my mouth. You threw my legs wide open, you dipped you three fingers into me, I felt a sharp pain that almost choked me, this time all my body began to struggle to set myself free, but freedom was far from me, because your whole weight was on me, this time you were no longer using your fingers, but something longer, and painful, your body kept going up and down on me as you laid on me. You stood up, sweating vigorously and breathing hard then you commanded me to leave your house immediately, I stood up only to find out I couldn’t walk and I was bleeding, then I passed out.

I grew up to find out I was a victim of rape, already am dead psychological, emotionally hardened, avoiding men because I felt every one is a suspect. Every woman should please learn how to educate their daughters on how to protect themselves against all sorts of violent from men, be it husbands, male family friends, or any man that has close contacts with your children. #Women child free the world becomes a better place when domestic violence and any form of violent stops against women and children.


Originally published at everyknows.com.

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