Years ago during my youth service, I had a friend who was always tagging along with me and my friends. I represented the big sister figure to him. He truly called me big sister although jokingly. He was never really found around the boys. He was a handsome young boy, wealth hung on his skin and shone through his physical traits. He had travelled extensively and his outlook about life was very cosmopolitan contrary to the very conservative nature of people from his area. He was astonishingly very knowledgeable about a lot of things. He was a delightful company to have around. He looked refreshing, talked and laughed a lot.

As a group of six he was the lone man standing. He came into the group because of me. None of us dated in camp because some of us were married and some of us were already “engaged” except him. Yet he didn’t date anyone in camp.

We found ourselves again posted to serve in the same organization and some weeks after we settled to Corper life, it seemed finally he had found someone he liked enough to date. It turned out to be a desperate girl who skillfully warmed her way into his life but got terribly disappointed due to his inability to indulge in “conjugal rights” even though they were an item and he spent money heavily and gave her maximum attentionon. I got to know this because I was their ” counsellor’ and I settled incessant and frequent quarrels. Finally, she got frustated and they parted ways.

Everyone began to wonder at him. Naturally people talked back and forth. They couldn’t understand the enigma that he was.

He wasn’t into ladies, no, he wasn’t gay either. Nobody ever thought of him that way. And there wasn’t even the faintest whispers about him engaging in the alternative life style. He didnt even  have those effeminate look or feminine tendencies, but they eventually found a name for him. They called him a eunuch!

Yes Saidu was asexual! But he wasn’t born that way. One day in one of his very moody dark days he told me in confidence that he was sexually abused by his uncle at the age of six! I was astounded! My eyes almost popped out of the socket. Empathy from me fully touched his soul. He literally cried from recollection of the sad incident with huge sobs he desperately forced back from his throat.

It was a traumatic and nasty experience for him. When I prodded further about how and when and what happened, he suddenly clamped up and wouldn’t talk about it again. His countenance was replaced by a pained and wounded look. Gloom settled over him and he sauntered off to gather himself. He swung the door of that incident shut and never reopened it again.

I felt sorry for him. I couldnt imagine how some uncle could sodomise a little boy and his nephew! For all we can guess he could be a low life uncle! Whatever level of life the uncle lived the sale vache had no justification to his cruel sadistic acts towards him. What a horrible and smutty thing to do to an innocent boy!  I have same lack of understanding and despise for those peodophilic pyschopatic maniac rotters that find little babies as young as six months sexually attractive to molest!  Lord have mercy, those walking disasters should be castrated over and over without anathesia and their stupid balls stuffed down their throats!

Now as a parent, I understand how terrible the incident would have pierced the hearts of the parents, in my own limited imagination, i can wonder at the pain of a wounded child. The Anus of the little boy being seared as if by fire. Yes, imagine trying to force out a hard waste product from your Anus during constipation. I don’t even think it can ever be comparable. This thought is so upsetting and scary. How terribly scarred the poor boy would be for life. It has made me go into subtle panic attacks to see men around children, I am ever suspicious and alarmed to see  males hanging around kids that I mentally have quick look over on kids to be sure they are safe.

Another thing he confidentially told me was his lack of knowledge of the female anatomy. He had never seen the nakedness of a lady. The very act of physical touch reminds him of the sordid yesterday when he was brutally sodomised. He just couldn’t escape from that horrible nightmare. He has been mentally and emotionally imprisoned, perhaps even confused about his sexuality.

Years after our service year, I bumped into him but he was a shadow of himself. All those finesse had fading, I could see that something was wrong somewhere but I couldn’t just place it. My friend who worked in the same office with him joking said she was sure he was having psychological problems. He probably was fighting an inner battle that made him looked that way.

Lots of little boys are being violated regularly but it doesn’t often attract screaming headlines like the rape of the female gender. According to Wikipedia, a large number of males are raped but it is considered a taboo to admit it.They end up suffering in silence yet scream desperately inwardly for help. Male victims tend to hide or deny their victimization because in a masculine world their orientation could be in doubt, instead of sympathy at their pight they become objects of ridicule and labeled as gay.

The rape victim suffers mental trauma. They end up with health problems like post traumatic stress disorder, depression, alcoholic and drug abuse. They also often have suicidal thoughts. Some have violent behavior in the bid to prove their manhood. Some are thrown into confusion about their gender and sexual identity. They feel inadequate, they have problems with intimacy, some fear becoming gay amongst other problems.

Perhaps this kind of sordid experience propels violence in some men. The need to inflict and hurt others for people to understand their hurt. In some extreme cases, they just embrace schizoids.

Let us remember to also shield our boys as we shield our girls from being violated by rampaging peodophiles and save them from pyscological trauma in future.

Please HElP SAVE THE BOY CHILD TOO.