Life is full of stories.
I have been kissed before, forcefully, by a man I was close to.
It happened years ago.
My mum had just died and I drifted to someone close because he was the only one that I felt understood me.
One day he kissed me against my wish, I told a few friends, they laughed, I pretended to laugh, we called him a fag and other names.
Inside I felt dirty, I felt betrayed, I felt life is full of people who will use and use you. For days I watched him move around freely, I remembered others who had the same experience but we kept silent, wounded, afraid nobody would believe us.
He was handsome, intelligent, and had a swag girls wanted. Who would believe someone like that defiled little boys?
It took me years to open my heart to a man, it took me years to sit down and talk to men without that fear hiding in my head. I swore to myself to always stand for those going through such because of what I felt, but these last few days has been hell.
I have been sick and still yet my head can’t just leave these issues. I have cried. I have called, I have tried to know the truth because in issues like these one has to be careful but the truth is always constant, it will always come out, it does not stay hidden forever.
It is often said that ten people can’t lie the same way. As a security personnel, one of the ways to detect lies in a witness is to have the person write his statement again and again and then you pick the truth from it.
The truth is bitter.
But it is a pill I must swallow.
No man should kiss people forcefully because he gives them things, goodness should not come at a price. It is wrong and what is wrong is wrong. I’m broken but one should always stand on the truth.
For those that think I’m an ingrate, I agree, I am but it could be your sister, it could be you…
Life is a funny place.
For those that chose to speak out, even when people doubted you because of love and loyalty, I say you are my heroes, you have done more than I was able to do.
For snitches, I also say well done. Life is a funny place.
What more can I say, I have learnt. I will heal. Life is funny, life is real. I am no longer disappointed. People will always be people.
Oluwasegun Romeo Oriogun
It is not your fault.
God heals broken things
His glory can shine out of your brokenness if you give him your broken pieces.
I say burn him bad like a old tire wheel… boom bye bye in a pervert’s’ head
He should face justice… Yes… But violence is not the answer to injustice
Well, we still have a long way to go . . .