Almost Raped At 15 By Tolulope Morayo

no mercy

Here’s a little story about how I was almost raped at the age of fifteen. I’m sharing this, to further help in the fight against this deadly scourge and encourage those who have had this almost-experience or the actual-experience to seek help and speak up. It is not a sin to be raped, it is a violation of your person and those involved in this act ought to be brought to book. There is no justification whatsoever for it.




I grew up in Festac Town Lagos. Growing up in the 90′s, the place was known for date rape, gang rape and all sorts of crime. I honestly do not know how the place is now, I have moved on for a while.

I was fifteen years old, fresh out of secondary school, a fully developed teenager, bursting with life and very much in love with music.

I had this male friend and our parents were aware of our friendship. They knew we exchanged novels which was okay by them, they didn’t discourage the idea of our friendship.

At the time. My dad, a military officer, had just been posted to Abuja and my mum with my two younger ones had gone visiting. I was home with two of my cousins who were in the university.

On this fateful day, I went with my friend to his house to get a Blackstreet tape and a novel. Yes, CDs were not common, as of then. He left me in his room and went to another part of the house. To do what, I can’t remember now.

Suddenly, his elder cousin bursts in reeking of weed. Yes, we all knew he smoked weed. I remember being shoved and threatened with a knife. I screamed and begged him not to beat me. Keep in mind, here was this chubby, pimple faced and short fifteen year old being threatened by a tall, knife wielding, older guy. Honestly, I had no chance at all.

I begged him not to beat me and told him I would strip for him. I had started undressing when the door started banging from the other end. My friend, in company of his mum, was screaming and crying. I dressed up and my friend’s mum calmed me down after they gained entrance into the room. After getting myself together, I went home and didn’t tell a soul.


Fast forward to two or three months later. I went with my dad to Alakija to get a battery for my mum’s car and the boy walked past us. Till tomorrow, I don’t know what expression my dad saw on my face or what his sixth sense had triggered. He asked what the boy had done to me, I initially couldn’t bring myself to tell him. God rest his soul, he coaxed it out of me. After telling him the story, my dad turned RED. I mean real RED! When we got home, he told me to repeat the story to my mum. Oh, what a scene it was! Chaotic and emotional scene at home.

The next morning, my dad woke me up, told me to get dressed and marched me to the boy’s house. I don’t know the conversation he had with my friend’s mum. All I know is that the boy got into the car with us and we drove straight to my house with two soldiers in the car.

The only way I can describe the beating is “maximum shishi”. The beating was so much that my mum started pleading for the boy. After a while, my dad called me and did something I’ll forever be grateful for. He said ” I’ll give you your power back.” Told the boy to kneel and told me to slap the boy. Boy, those are still the two most satisfying slaps I’ve given anyone till date. I truly got my power back!

The gist spread throughout Festac that my dad had a gun. Till we moved out of Festac, no boy came near me or my cousins.

I tell this story after these years for one reason alone. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT IF YOU GET RAPED! Contrary to what the perpetrator or the society might make you believe. Fine, I was almost raped but I have seen enough rape cases in my time here. I’ve seen girls, once bursting with life, turn recluse and timid.

Rape still remains the world’s most under-reported crime.

Dear victims, please seek help. Talk to someone and go for medicals at the earliest time possible. Report to the police (although I have my reservations about that) and get help from NGOs that specializes in cases like these. Please be strong! If you’re not strong and positive the perverted soul that inflicted the rape will have power over you for life. Stay positive.

Dear parents, please raise your kids properly. Teach them to respect women and vice versa. Teach them that the opposite sex isn’t a sex figure to objectified. Love your children unconditionally and encourage them to talk to you no matter what they are going through.

Let’s arise and speak with one voice against this deadly crime. We’ll be tweeting against rape every first friday of the month.

Follow the hash tag #tweetagainstrape and join the conversation.

There’s power in number.


Tolulope Morayo
I’m @finegurl on twitter

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. toyinfabs
    Jan 07, 2013 @ 16:53:59

    These stories break my heart. It is certainly a tough job to be a woman. For parents out there, please watch out and protect your girls,your women especially at their most vulnerable years. Abuse comes from family members, people we trust our children with, that cousin, that uncle, that family friend could end up abusing your precious daughter, your angel. We have even heard of fathers that abuse their daughters so the onus lies more on mothers to watch out. Let your children trust you enough to confide in you about anything, let them know that you will always have their back. Some circumstances bring shame and also the fear of being judged keeps girls, women from speaking out. The fear that we would be asked “what were you doing there?, why were you wearing that?”. This is what keeps us from talking. Stop judging us, let us trust you enough to talk, it is not about what we wear or where we go, it is about boys and men learning to respect us. Teach them to know that a woman retains the right over her own body, she has the prerogative to give when she wants to and to say NO! TEACH YOUR YOUNG BOYS TO RESPECT WOMEN, LET’S STOP THIS ABUSE TODAY.


  2. Okechukwu Ofili
    Jul 20, 2013 @ 21:55:30



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