Sorrow comes in all shades, likewise happiness. My sorrow came as a
woman, we call her "auntie Chichi". When I was 10, auntie Chichi raped
me for the very first time, you see, I always get to see rape stories
of women, I hardly see one of men , but, this is mine, this is the
story of all shades of my sorrow.
I turned ten , twelve years back , twelve years and the effect of
my rape hasn't worn off. I remember that day like it was last night.
Papa and mama went to church, I stayed in auntie Chichi's house . At
night, she began to touch me, I was old enough to know 'bad', I pulled
back , she stood up, pulled me close, she began to pull of my clothes
, I struggled and she hit me, it was like in a fierce battle.
"Shut up, you little rat, I'm trying to teach you about life and
love", she whispered in anger when I cried, she didn't want to awaken
the neighborhood.
She for my clothes off and forced my dangling 'baby machine' inside
her, oh how it hurt!
"Aunty is paining me" I said in tears.
"Look at you, your prick cannot even stand yet, are you sure you are a
man? After showing you my big breast and fine bottom , nawa" she
hissed at me , while she moved back and forth atop me, with every
move, I felt a sharp pain, even now, the pain looks so real.
I never told anyone, I just lived with the trauma of that experience.
Today, I can't count how many times auntie Chichi has forced me to lay
with her, she kept at it until I was twenty , maybe this is why she
never got married. When I turned twenty, Auntie Chichi died, the world
says its suicide, I assure you it isn't , pain can drive a man to do
evil, even to kill . She got a little taste of my shades of pain and
sorrow!
Written by Duruem Gory Ada
Psalmadaobi@gmail.com