Mommy please don’t let that man hurt me…

20 Jul

I’m almost in tears at the outrage making front page news this weekend. Why would anyone want to legalise underage marriage? Why would you want to knowingly and continually rape a girl till she finally reaches the age of consent? Why would you want to sleep with a woman who was merely a child?

Is sex sweeter when it is forced? Is it sweeter when the girl quivers in fear and bleeds afterwards? Please tell me senators if seeing a girl child who cowers in fear before you because of what she knows you have done and will do to her gives you the intense pleasure and satisfaction you crave.

Do you not see her tears? Do you not see the way she cries out in pain? What passes through your mind when you see the blood stained trail your forced entry leaves on those sheets? Do you not see the emotional scars? The broken spirit? The crushed dreams? The wounded body? Why would you bask in such abuse? Why would you hold on to a tradition that has killed and maimed too many young women?

‘Help me mummy’ she cries…

‘I can’t my daughter, for as your father has done, so my father did! It is our custom, our tradition. Be brave little one, one day it will not hurt as much, one day there’ll be other wives to take away his desire from you. Pray little one that Allah grants you a little respite…’

I weep for my country. I weep for the next generation. I weep for the decadence that threatens to sweep through the nation if paedophilia becomes legal. I weep for the scars the girl child will bear if this bill is passed. God help our children…


“Hi, my name is Aisha, I was forced to marry my father’s friend some months before my twelfth birthday. I stopped going to school and devoted my life to serving my husband and my new family. Three of his children Audu, Samir and Yusuf were older than I was. They’d tease me when he wasn’t looking and pull my hair. I didn’t mind. The real horror came at night when Alhaji got back from his day’s work. The pain was indescribable, I learnt not to scream. I bore it silently, big fat tears rolling down my face. For days I could not sit or pee without wincing in pain. The nights I slept alone in my bed, I woke up screaming from nightmares. They were always the same, I was running, running for my life, running from the darkness and just when I found my parents and begged them to protect me, papa would hand me over to the darkness…

I was so used to seeing blood in my undergarments, I spent my afternoons washing them but the stains never did come out. I guess that was why when the thing they call menstruation finally started, I thought Alhaji had made love to me harder than ever. Bleeding wasn’t new to me and I barely acknowledged it. It was Alhaja that showed me what to do when the bleeding wouldn’t stop. My husband seemed pleased when Alhaja informed him that I was now a woman. He told me he’d make love to me in a special way that night. It hurt like it always does, I hated it even more because he stayed on top of me longer than usual. Why do they call it making love? Love doesn’t hurt. Love doesn’t leave you scarred and afraid. Love doesn’t threaten your life. I hate love.

By thirteen I was pregnant with my first child. Because I was so small and frail, the baby couldn’t come out. I pushed and pushed. It hurt even more than Alhaji’s big thing. The baby didn’t make it. I almost didn’t make it. Today the doctor says I have VVF, Samir told me it means vesico-vaginal fistula. I don’t know about such big grammar, all I know is that I smell really bad even when I have just taken my bath and urine drips on my panties all the time. Alhaji won’t even touch me. I’m always sick and I know he isn’t very pleased. Tonight I think I will take my life. There’s some rat poison Alhaja keeps behind the door. Life has no meaning anyway. Maybe I will find peace in the afterlife. I wish mummy had not let that man hurt me…”


This is the silent cry of thousands of Nigerian children. Please protect our women and future mothers. Nigerians enough of this ‘E go better’ attitude. Let us actually do something about it. Please sign the petition online at and save a life today!

Stop The Nigerian Senate From Making Under-Age Marriage The Law!

God bless you chutzpah fam.


Posted by on July 20, 2013 in Inspirational


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6 responses to “Mommy please don’t let that man hurt me…

  1. jummai sule

    July 20, 2013 at 6:16 pm

    God deliver this helpless girls for this Animals.

  2. Dayo Balogun

    July 20, 2013 at 8:08 pm

    Woe unto that day when paedophiles will walk freely amongst us…

  3. Akeem

    July 21, 2013 at 10:36 am

    Nice piece dear. You have said it all. I wonder why someone would call child abuse a culture.

  4. folasade

    July 22, 2013 at 9:29 am

    God will save Nigeria children 4m all dis evil men we elected to make law for us

  5. Oshoke

    July 22, 2013 at 12:46 pm

    God have mercy 😦

  6. Henry Ikedia onwughara

    July 27, 2013 at 12:03 am

    Pls think of smthing more important to dellibrate that will give Nigerians benefit than smthing baberic $ devilish. I really pity the innocent poor girl for been such a victim•


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