Gender flaw or Humanity flaw?

While we join hands and collectively try to tackle the inhumane and unjustifiable act that rape is, let us not let misogyny and misandry rise amongst us.

Let us not forget that boys are often victims of abuse too. 


Most boys at very young ages were used by their aunties, cousins, housemaids, uncles, class teachers, even step parents, for coital pleasure and sexual gratification. Lots of boys lost their innocence to older women that were meant to take care of them.

Yes, stories of these are not commonly heard. Probably because boys are taught early to be "strong" and to endure. Probably because these predators are important figures in their lives, and who on earth would listen to them talk?

Let us also not forget that Men are not the problem. Female children get abused by females too. This, is also not commonly heard and often dismissed. It doesn't have to be a man. Homosexuality is and has always been amongst us. 

Let us not protect the girls from men and watch them be prey to women.

This is honestly the time to take parent-child bonding seriously. Be friends with your children and let them open up to you without fear. When anything goes wrong or someone makes advances at them, let them come to you. Let them not be afraid to say:

"Aunty Douye touched my breasts"

"Uncle Peter watched me bathe"

"Sister Maggie sucked my penis".

Look out for obvious signs. Your child gets awkwardly quiet when an uncle is around? Your child doesn't look comfortable around a certain person?

Look out for the females, look out for the males too. 

The gender is not the problem, The person is.


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