The Rapist Among Us
I was shocked to the marrow a few months ago when I got home to a strange news, the type I’d never heard of before in my area in history, past or my growing up years (I am not assuming such never happened though). I only asked why Femi (not his real name) a young 19 years old boy operating a barbing salon just outside my house was not opened, and to my surprise, I was told that Femi, and his friend Drogba (nick name) my neighbour’s son who was 18 years old and a third person who probably was as strange as the dastardly act were raped two teenage secondary school girls, recorded it with their phone unmasked, and shared it with friends. It was almost unbelievable because I watched two of the three accused grow up, and I sometimes do the long journey of driving home, just to have a haircut in his shop to encourage him. I dismissed allegation (the family syndrome) until I was confronted with the video. I busted out with rage, my blood boiled and I would have committed another crime if any of those kids were 100km near me when I saw the video. They were lucky to be far beyond my reach. Femi was in police custody cooling off while he awaits trial, and his gang members had absconded before the law enforcers could lay a hand on them. The sad reality of this event was that the video was in circulation for months, people watched it and passed it, nobody was going to report it because they knew the criminal kids involved and their parents, it was wrong but it was acceptable because of some stupid communal bond (family syndrome). It took a real mother, one great woman to report the case. She discovered that the girls that got raped were her daughter’s classmates, she felt it could have been her daughter in that room crying, begging and screaming for help and mercy, she dragged the bull by the tail ignoring whether it kicked or not, without fear of the communal stigma and danger involved, she went to the police and took them to the home of Femi first, but the news of the arrest broke and the two others fled before the law could catch up with them.
Nigerians are being raped and sodomized every second of every day and night by her own government and people. We wash in horror but instead of calling the law to act, we sympathize even enjoy it and share the misery with the next man, woman or child just because the culprit is a kin by ethnicity, tribe or religion but we are quick t scream if the rapist is from the other side of town, screaming for his head or tail in atonement for the sin that happens recklessly and endlessly within our own court that we do nothing to control, end or punish the culprit or heal the victim. It is one of those things when it the criminal is one of our own, we do everything to cover the dust and mop it up, but we scream till we convulse when it’s an Imam because our own murderer is a deacon. I hope the mothers (male and female) amongst us will awake to the danger this anomaly potent within, let’s not wait till the victim is our son or daughter, let’s squash our stupidity in supporting mediocrity. We can end corruption by exposing it within our walls and household, end the menace of Boko Haram by pointing our sons that are in the sect, build a new Nigeria by ending the stupid protection policies that God did not ordain us to observe.