Concealed in your thoughts
Evil minds deepen in despair
Evil thoughts breed evil acts
But you acted in shame and felt proud raping pride
Whom do l tell about this defilement?
Which has made me cry my eyes out
You paddled unrighteousness in the river of your conscience and deflowered Nkombo in brute hatred
Your groove of happiness tore her heart and cursed be this day when you defiled pride’s altar
Thy tip’s splurge inside of me brought me pain and hatred and this day, I will never forget
Did I consent to it? Hell No!
Gripped by your deeds
Ekwendu must hear this, that his daughter had been forced to reckon with shame
See what you did to her
You ate up a morsel of hatred when you ripped her underclothes
Ndabu tried this and the gods inflicted Ibi ( Swollen Scrotum) on him
And the shame and the pain, he bore knew no bound
Evil has a twisted end
See, our culture kept evil at bay
But the bowl of evil which we abhorred has cracked open and we are in shock
In the bowl
Rape has spout evil like a fountain
Her memories echo with the sound of violence and I always see her afflictions and sores before me
In this bowl
Rape bore hatred, wickedness, violence, immorality, pain and evil
And what binds us with this evil has been untied and the potency defiled
You punctured the cord of her virginity, raped her dignity and defiled her pride
Which face would she use in the mix of her peers?
At Ngala festival of virginity, she has lost the trophy of fulfilment and pride
Would Oduovo reprieve his interest in the traditional cord?
Justice for raped victims
Justice must be served in its full strength
Be it Cultural Justice, Social Justice or legal Justice
Rape in itself is an unpleasant act, capable of destroying life’s essence.
By Dim lfeanyichukwu