Sexual assault awareness month

First and foremost she forgives herself that it is only now at her big age that she is finding out about the sexual assault awareness month. She has honestly not been on the radar about the existence of it. Forgive her ignorance. Now that she did, she is glad that someone took their precious time to acknowledge that.  Before she continues, she is sending hugs to the boys and girls out there who have had to go through sexual abuse. She understands the pain and trauma.

Sexual assault is next level inhumane. Abusers are monsters. At this point monster is a better word to describe them. There should be a worse term out there for them. Because she does not see any better explanation that would make any sense as to why someone and in this case a full grown human would go ahead and say for instance assault a six year old. It is simply insane. The animosity is unmatched.

She herself is a survivor. She has some vivid memory of the events that took place when she was around six years. The events of that particular day are somewhat blurry in her memory. Though the one’s she can somewhat recall clearly are buried deep in her memory. She recalls the silly monster locking her in a room and holding a knife to her throat warning her not to dare make any sounds. She recalls all that with so much pain. Things like those never escape your mind. So try imagining carrying such a heavy load from such a tender age.

I think most people in her life imagine that her memory does not go back that long. No one has ever bothered talking to her about it. Whether it is out of concern or sheer ignorance she will never know. She has lived through it. She has lived through harsh comments like the boys in her village telling her stuff like “We want to do to you what Kennedy did to you” She could barely defend herself from such bullies. No one gave her a safe space to.

Sex assault is damaging.  Most survivors carry shame for a better part of their lives. Sadly, such issues are mostly not addressed appropriately.  She loves being African. She is proudly African, everyone who truly knows her, knows that important fact about her. One thing she is not proud about being African is about how lightly issues touching on sex and sex assault are handled. “Why is it still considered shameful and improper to talk about that?”  She wonders “if it is super shameful and improper why would an abuser even take that step of assaulting someone in the first place.”

When she was around ten, she met another monster. She dealt with the monster on her own for so long. One thing about abusers most of them do not come from far. They are always within our proximity. Some of them are respectable people within the society. People you cannot imagine carry around rotten morals. She has carried her trauma and she has carried it so well. It breaks her hear to imagine there are girls and boys out here who live through that.

At this point she hopes that things will get better. That issues like these ones are going to be granted the serious attention they deserve. We all deserve a safe space. It sucks that the madness never stops. In our workplaces, in matatus, in social joints. I mean what is honestly wrong with humans. We need to get our moral codes together. We simply need to carry around some respect and drop the audacity. Hoping that animosity of sexual assault will die someday. No one deserves to carry all that damage and trauma from selfish monsters.

And shame on the selfish human beings who slut shame sexual assault victims.