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It is going to be a running programme geared to inspire everyone on how to raise healthier daughters, girls and women in families which will certainly impact positively on our societies.

The first quote/story tonight, is written by a daddy. Here is what he and his wife are teaching their three year old on how to guard against rape:

“Never allow anybody to wash or touch your vagina or vulva, not even daddy or Mommy”. To encourage our three-year- old daughter to adhere to this rule, we ask her to wash her vaginal herself, while we bathe the rest of her body.

Written by Okoghenun Joseph Oziegbe

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I was at Agbole this afternoon when I saw a girl who couldn’t be more than 10 accompanying a woman I assume was her mother to a spot where they lay down some vegetables they wanted to sell.

The girl apparently wanted to pee because the next thing I knew she came and squatted right by the gutter beside the car I was in and did her business. Right beside me, she partly undressed before I could say a word.
Of course I averted my eyes but I felt so uncomfortable.

This was an open road, a big area where anyone can watch her. This is how she was raised obviously and while I’m not going to abuse and attack her mother, I can’t say this was wise either.

In case, you’re wondering what the harm was, there were motorcyclists nearby waiting for passengers less then five feet away and one of them was looking intently at this girl. I mean really looking. It was just wrong but her mother didn’t bother to scold her. This is an accident waiting to happen, to put it mildly.

He looked up and around and I made move in the car so he would catch my eye. He did and I stared him down till he looked away. Anytime he tried to look at her I’d move and he’d look at me. He got so uncomfortable he stopped altogether.

I know the chances of the people reading this having daughters, siblings or nieces doing this are next to nothing but there could be other ways you’re not mindful of how these little girls are seen. Be careful please. Not everyone is a gentlemen or moral, not to talk of a practicing Christian. Even many who claim to be couldn’t care less about that and even if they can’t commit such atrocities like rape, they sure can fantasize.

Please, do all you can to protect these kids. Even if they aren’t yours, keep your eyes open for such occurrences and prevent any harm being done.

Written by Onuora Onianwa



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It’s end of my first day of school… Miss Ugo asks us to hug each other.

I don’t like hugs because it is always always painful. I don’t know why we have to hug even in school.

I didn’t want to disobey Miss Ugo and become a bad pupil.

So I turned away from the class and began to remove my clothes.
After removing my clothes and also my pants, I looked around for a clean space to lie down.
I found a space, laid down and spread my legs wide open. I wondered why everyone is taking time to get ready for ‘hug’. Someone has to take the lead I guess.

My teacher didn’t look very pleased, judging from her expression… Some of the kids covered their faces.

“poor kids” I thought, still lying on the floor.

“they don’t even know what a hug is” I continued in my head of course.

My teacher is approaching me, she looks angry now. I could tell because her cheeks are red. My mum’s face is usually that red whenever she is Washing my body and I tell her my “Bum Bum” Is paining me. So my mum will get angry and her cheeks will turn red, sometimes she will cry and not say anything.

I don’t want my teacher to cry, so I got up. I’m beginning to get worried because I am still the only person who has no clothes on.

I still can’t understand why my whole class does not know what a hug is or how to do it.

Well this once, maybe this once I have to believe my daddy. “This is a special kind of hugs Lucy” he would say amidst sweats. “It’s only for special girls” he would continue.

Maybe I really am special.

“Here! Put on your clothes and follow me” Miss Ugo shrieked angrily.

In our proprietress’s office. I told “Big mummy” (That’s what they told us to call her) and Miss Ugo how my daddy hugs me every other night.

They were both in tears as I tell them that, the only part of hugs that I hated the most is when my daddy tries out his fingers one after the other until one fits inside my bumbum.

It’s already school over and my daddy will be mad if I don’t wait in my class like he had instructed.

Big mummy gives Miss Ugo a look, she picks up her desk phone and dials a number. Miss Ugo takes me outside and puts her arm around me… It felt so good.

“That is a hug” Miss Ugo whispers and breaks down in tears again.

“How can this be a hug? It wasn’t painful ” I thought.

My daddy is around and Miss Ugo asks him to see Big mummy. Shortly after, 2 police officers comes in and enters big mummy’s office.

I can hear myself talk from big mummy’s cell phone. I sounded so funny, I let out a light chuckle.
The police comes out of big mummy’s office with my father. His hands are tied behind his back. He looks angry. I know I am in trouble.

We didn’t go home. We went to the hospital in big mummy’s car. Miss Ugo was beside me the whole time until the Doctor asks me to follow him. He removes my pant, collects torchlight from the nurse and looks into my bum bum. I closed my eyes expecting pains but he doesn’t put his fingers inside. He puts off the light and talks to the nurse who jots down what he said. He helps me wear my pant and takes me back to meet big mummy and miss Ugo.

Back in Big Mummy’s car, miss Ugo calls out our address for Big mummy.

We get to my house and my mum comes out. She doesn’t say anything as usual. She just brings out a big placard that reads “I AM DEAF and ALSO DUMB”

Big mummy and miss Ugo started crying again. I have had enough so I joined them to cry and my mum followed suit.
Let’s protect our girl child


#EveryWomanListen! MEMORABLE QUOTES…



Were you absent at the July edition of #EveryWomanListen!?

Or, you made it to the hangout?

Ok. Whichever of the group you belong, here is a quote from one of our panelists, Mr. Michael Awe who is a relationship counsellor.

Let’s give this a try. And abuse of women will be a thing of the past in our society.

Good morning. And have a fabulous day ahead!




Where idiot who said that a wet woman is a compliant woman? Please tag him on this. Thanks.

I would like to share my story concerning the ongoing say no to rape campaign.

Please hide my Id and post ma, I trust you thou.

It all happened on June 12,2014. I was 20 years old then. I used to have a friend who lives not too far from my house with her family. It was a family of 7 , the dad , mom , her elder brother , my friend and her 2younger sisters.

I wanted to visit that my friend since its been a while I heard from , I tried her number , it wasn’t going . So I felt everyone including her sisters who are still in secondary school would be at home since it was June 12 , a public holiday dedicated to Late MKO Abiola.

I dressed up that morning around 11. I knocked the gate , her elder brother came to open the door. I greeted him and asked when did he arrive from where he was serving? He said last night that he is very sick that was why he came home. I asked of my friend and he said she is inside.

I walked into their sitting room boldly as it wasn’t my first time of visiting . I greeted ‘ E kaaro oo’ thinking their parents especially their mom might be home because she is a nurse .

Aunty Bunmi, I met the absence of nobody. I wanted to call her elder brother but he was right behind me , I said but you told me my friend is at home. He looked at me from head to toe, I started feeling uncomfortable. I told him I wanted to leave. Getting to the door , it was locked …then I knew I was done for that day.

He moved close to me and said today is D -day,he said he must start a relationship with him today. I forgot to tell you he asked me out and I told him I can’t date because I see a brother.

He repeated , today is D-day, I began to cry. Shouting and screaming for help but no one could hear because he increased the volume of the music he was listening to before I came in. We were still in their sitting room.

He dragged me into his room and pushed me on the bed. I begged him with tears , I told him I have never done this before, I told him I was a virgin. Aunty Bunmi . He said Yes , that would make me date and marry him because we ladies don’t forget who deflower us easily.

I bite him but how can someone like me escape from someone who has a similar stature with Uncle Hymar Idible David , he was hefty. I kept struggling with him. Within some seconds , Aunty Bunmi I was naked. He removed everything on me , he behaved like an animal. I still continued struggling with him when he stood up from the bed , I was glad, I stood up immediately naked but with my clothes , got to his door , it was locked. I turned back to see him with his Ankara trousers,about 2 or 3. He pushed me to the bed again and tied my hand to the burglary of the window. He gave me blows on my arm and thigh , Aunty Bunmi, I became weak. I couldn’t move. I kept crying. He started romancing me and the idiot said I was wet , that I’m enjoying the touches ,that is why I was wet.

Aunty Bunmi , he finally had his way. He saw the blood and he started weeping . He swore to marry me that he never believed I was a Virgin..That he would have allowed me go if he knew I was truly a virgin.

I started cursing him, he slapped me ,beat me and threw me out to their sitting room with my clothes. I wore my clothes there and left for a sister that I trust very well. I explained things to her , she said the best thing is to keep shut because people will blame me for going there in the first place , she called my parent that I won’t be coming home that day. She gave me drugs and made sure I was very okay before going back home. I got home and packed my things and left for school since I only came home for break. He never told my friend I came and I just couldn’t explain all that happened but since then , I started avoiding my friend.

Up till now , I feel so hurt. I still feel the pains. He later came to beg me with a marriage proposal but I said never . I will never marry an abuser. Those moments are still fresh in my memory. Till now, I live in shame, I live in pains.


And that was how I lost my virginity to someone I had no feelings for . I would be glad if you can post

By Olu Bunmi



She was raped at 13 and denied justice because her rapist is the Oba’s relative. She is crying for justice. Please let’s help her. Please… Please…

Hmmn, well done Sis B, I was 13 years old and about to seat for my J. S. S3 exam. A pastor of our church was getting married, (May 1999), my Dad bought the couple a wall clock and asked to take it to my sister’s husband to print know it cause he was an artist. I dropped the clock and was coming back home, it’s like 30 mins walk. I got to a house where the drainage in front of it has damaged so I had to walk few steps in the compound before continuing, suddenly, a man who lived in the compound and has always beckon on me each time I pass, emerged and pull me inside. I tried shouting but he brought out a knife, like suya knife and threatened to slice my throat.
The shoe compound was as silent as a graveyard, he led me to his room and raped me from the rear right on the floor, I was shivering and begging but he didn’t stop. He cleaned the blood with his handkerchief and let me go
On getting home, I told my dad who reported at the police station, he was arrested and detained, my dad insisted that he should be charged to court (my mum was late). Along the line, my dad was forced to settle our of court cause the man was somehow related to the king of our town, different people came to warn my dad not to continue because the king was involved, that he might go diabolical and kill me even if I win the case. My dad insisted but after some time agreed due to pressure and we were so poor.
My dad and I cried terribly because he were denied justice, I was just thirteen years old and was forced to sign, I still see the man anytime I visit my town. I wish to see him humiliated or dead.
Aunty Bunmi, is there any way I can revisit the case? Is there anyway I can seek for justice?
I can’t be happy until I see him rot in jail.
My dad was very notable in my town but was cheated because of our poor state of living, the useless monarch is still alive and I hope all his children perish before his face. Pls help me post ma, who knows, I might see help.
Thanks ma
By Olu Bunmi



My friend told me her story about 20 years ago. And it stayed with me. She has given me permission to tell it. Her father violated her.

She said they fled Nigeria as a result of the civil war. They got a place here in England. A three bedroom property. Her parents had one room. Her mixed gender siblings had one room and my friend had one room to herself. This was the beginning of sibling rivalry. How could she have a room to herself while everyone else shared a room he siblings said. Little did they know. What they did not know was that she could give anything to share a room with someone else. For in having a room to herself, her father had free access to come into her room to rape her. Constantly.

He treated her like a princess. Opened a bank account for her and gave her money generously. This made her siblings almost hate her because she was the only child Daddy gave money to, and generously too. What her siblings did not know was that she was paying in kind the money he paid her to take her innocence.

He impregnated her. I think she was about 13 when it happened the first time. Her parents took her to the GP for an abortion. And he continued to abuse her. She got pregnant again. Again, her parents took her to the GP and had to have an abortion again. They told the G.P that she was loose and needed to have contraception. She had a coil fitted when she was about 14.

And her father continued. Till she found him trying to groom her junior sister. She told him she would kill him if he tried it with her sister. He then stopped.

She said that because her parents had called her loose, she then decided to ‘earn’ the label.

Her parents have died now but she said she has forgiven them and is no longer bitter or angry.

By Olu Bunmi



From my inbox… she made him rue the day he tried to rape her. She has a message for victims.

This is a rape attempt that I encountered few years ago. I’m giving this account because women need to learn to fight back. There is no shame in being raped rather the rapist should be shamed.

He was a guy I liked and was even willing to date. I visited his house and while there he suddenly changed his attitude and started trying to touch me. When I told him to stop, he went to the door and locked it then placed the key high where I couldn’t reach.

He held my neck and started choking me because I was struggling seriously. Sis, I nearly passed out. I couldn’t breathe and my eyes felt swollen. I stopped struggling and decided to allow him have his way. As he unbuttoned my blouse what he told me gave me the worst goosebumps I’ve ever felt. He told me, “You are not going to enjoy this so better endure it and let me be done with it.”

I got angry, so angry that I grabbed his arm with my teeth and bit him. I didn’t let go even when he started punching my ear. I didn’t let go. I tasted his blood and still bit harder. There was blood everywhere but it wasn’t mine. It was all his.

He gave me a punch and told me he would kill me. I ran to his electronic stand and picked one long speaker and hit it on him several times. I damaged his electronics, I was screaming like a wild animal. I was about destroying his large screen television when he opened the door and told me to get out, which I did.

I ran outside and fell to the ground. That was when people gathered around to help me. It took me about 3 weeks to recover but when I did, I didn’t hide. I went to his house with my friends and we destroyed his car with hammers, crowbars and pestles. I also went to his office to harass him. Sis, I put the fear of God in that bastard. He had to pack out from his estate and run away because I and my friends were not letting him off that easy.

Women need to fight back. Even if we can’t get our revenge that very day, plan it. Even if it takes two years, plan it and ensure that person pays for what he did. If he had succeeded in raping me, I would have committed murder and never felt an iota of regret.

By Olu Bunmi