As I sit here writing the next installment for nigerorbust, I have just come back from work, it is 10.30pm and I have just spent 2.30hrs trying to get down the Lekki motorway. I mean a little rain, okay a lot of rain, causes floods that debilitate the city. This is nothing compared to the pot holes or better yet sink holes, they are huge and look like a crater on the moon, man, dem Fashola folks need to do something about the messed up state of Lagos everything. But enough bitching, I am just feeling a bit wonky, and I have had this weird thing a friend of my told me last night in my mind all day. This friend midnight called me, can you believe that s**t and we started talking. Now I told him to piss off because I have to get to work the next day, but the talk was just too sweet, anyway during our long talk, he told me that all his Nigerian girlfriends and female friends have claimed to be sexually abused.
Yes, that is what he said. The first thing I told him was that he must have very bad luck, I mean what are the chances that most of the Nigerian women in your life have been sexually abused, he must have been lying. But then he went on to tell me that this women had faced the abuse in their own homes, fathers, uncles, in some cases brothers, and all I could do was open my mouth in shock. Don’t get me wrong, I am aware that sexual abuse happens in Nigeria, but it was so shocking to find out that it was this prevalent, so I decided to take up a bit of an experiment. To find out if I was just naïve or if there really was anything to this claim, I spoke to a few of my Nigerian friends, and the stories these girls told me were harrowing.
One girl I spoke to told me of having suffered abuse at the hand of her father for 7 years, and it wasn’t something that was secret, her mother knew about it and did nothing. Now to see this family you would think butter would not melt in their mouth, they are stand up, upright church folks and they ruined this girl. Another friend of mine told me of the uncle who always told her to stand in front of him while he rubbed himself against her, she found it funny, but thinking about it, it kinda messes you up. The most shocking thing for me was the discovery that another male friend of mine had been sexually assaulted.
This particular friend had been raped repeatedly by his uncle between the ages of 5-7 and he told no one until this man died. For a country as homophobic as Nigeria, I was shocked, not just by the raping of my friend but by the reaction of those around him, they wanted him to keep quiet and protect the uncle’s family.
I don’t know it seems the older I grow, the more shocked I am about things that are going on around me. Maybe I should just grow up, but I wouldn’t want to if it means I would not be shock at such
Just a quick update on my birthday, nothing much happened, I have turned the grand old age of 2*. Yes folks I am all grown up, I have turned a ……….., it is my …….. jubilee and that feels older than I ever expected. By now I had planned on retiring, while living off the interest of my vast wealth, gotten through wily business deals, or unexpected inheritance. Boy can you believe say I don be big girl.
As I am now getting older, I felt it was time to ask myself a v important question, am I any wiser? I don’t know, I don’t think so. I don’t think I’ve gotten wiser since I turned 16, so that’s * years of being stupid, I am pretty sure I can last a few more years before gaining any more wisdom. My B’day was boring, I know party animal that I am you obviously expected swinging from the chandeliers and all, but nothing, absolutely nothing exciting happened. I got some extra sleep which was sorely needed, I was going to throw a party, but that involves money, cash, mullah, loads of ricky mullah, which is as scarce for me right now as dry land in Lekki.
The day wasn’t all bad though, a few of my friends came to surprise me at home and we all just hung out, talked and bitched about what else NYSC, and other things. (NYSC is not all that is on our minds, just about ¾’s of it). One of my friends who is also facing the money drought in lieu of a present baked me a cake, which I greatly appreciated, particularly as it was PINK with butter icing. Yummy, yum yum.
I am hoping though that this new year (I count new years from the day after my B’day) good things happen, and opportunities come aplenty. Enough of the smoke up my arse, to everybody who has had a birthday, those who are yet to have one and those who are having one on the same day, have a great day, lot of love good wishes and wisdom………
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