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Speaking about rape in whispers is no longer necessary. Every single day, we hear about it on television channels or read the newspapers about atrocities being committed with such (for want of a better word) alacrity. These hoodlums believe they have the right to rape any female based on twisted logic and reasoning they promote. It is sickening, to say the least, that these perpetrators are not being awarded the worst punishment possible. As we, the female sex, venture out of our homes to seek employment, study, shop, go out with friends, hang out with our partners, enjoy what the outdoors has to offer, we also have to worry about our safety. There needs to be some accountability as to why this horrid crap keeps occurring across the board.

These creepy crawlies have decided that they need to step it up, round a bunch of perps, and gang rape any female - baby, little girl, young lady, middle aged woman and senior citizen. Any one will do. Being raped by one person is terrorising it itself, imagine have a group of rapists doing whatever they want and the bloody part is that they get away with the crime. However, when they are brought to book, they scream hoarse about their innocence and even cover their faces! If they can outrage the modesty of women and children alike, let them not shy away from society.

There seems to be an unravelling of sorts, where men and boys think that they have some form of authority on the female sex. Here is a story of someone who was at the mercy of a ‘young’ boy who chanced upon her as she was making her way to church in the morning. I use the term ‘young’ because he did not look older than 18! This was about 6.30 in the morning. He stopped the lady, held her wrist, and asked her if she wanted to have fun. The lady is pushing 80 and was scared out of her mind. She screamed for help and a watchman nearby just looked at her, yawned and walked away. ‘Luckily’, nothing happened as the perpetrator jumped on his bike and cycled away. Another senior citizen, on her way for a morning walk, was accosted by a flasher. You can imagine her fear. To her ‘luck’ she saw another woman around the corner. They kept yelling out for help but no one came, guess people were asleep. The flasher did not stop and continued fondling himself and flashing away at the two women. They never ventured out alone after that incident.

Hey, you creeps out there, perhaps it is time you realise that the fair sex (as some call us), are not meant to be used. Don’t you people have mothers, aunts, sisters or wives that you respect? Or do you believe that women are mere playthings? Perhaps you do or perhaps you don’t, but the fact of the matter is simple. Today you may get away with rape, but when the tide turns against you and your daughter, mother, aunt, grandmother, or sister faces the same situation, will you cry with despair? Will you ask in horror how and why this had to happen? Will you cry foul at the atrocity? Will you chastise yourself because you did not protect them enough? Will you think that they should have stayed at home? Will you think that they asked for it? Will you think they should not have worn what they did? Or will you applaud the perpetrators because you believe that women/girls must be taught a lesson?

The bottom line is simple when a man (or men) needs to assert himself and rape an innocent person, he is suffering from some form of impotence. Sex is an act to be enjoyed by both participants and not a means to an end. Using a woman to pleasure yourself or to prove a point to the rest of the creeps is so bloody ridiculous. To all the emasculated men out there, perhaps it is high time the roles are reversed. You need to get a period, get pregnant, attend to the chores at home, cook, clean, look after the elders, look good, maintain yourself, speak when spoken to (as expected by the male chauvinistic brigade), earn, shop, and do everything that women do. Once you experience this part of life, you assholes will realise the pains that the ‘fair sex’ goes through on a daily basis. We have just one request - respect us, we deserve it, period.

Comments

mialter said…
How right you are. If men begin to respect their own mother, sisters, ladies of their families maybe then they'll try to change.

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