RAPE - A SOCIAL PANDEMIC

There is a new case every day, there is no vaccine yet, Global statistics for this pandemic are on a daily rise, It's effects are even worse than that of covid'19 because after the deed there are adverse effects that last possibly a whole life time.

There are two sides to the story_ the first, that of the wounded person who fears stigmatization and lives in silence and the  second, that of the coward who hides behind the mask of being a real human to commit atrocities.

This pandemic needs a cure and soon because it is leaving void in the life of individuals. Come to think of it this person's might end up in the isolation centre of stigmatisation forever.

To prevent this we have to take measures more serious than social distancing. Protect the girl child and the boy child as well because until this disease has a cure, we are all in danger.

#SAY NO TO RAPE

#END THIS PANDEMIC





Comments

  1. UnknownAugust 4, 2021 at 7:01 AM

    Wonderfully written!! A fact👌that cannot be overlooked. Just as the Writer said; all hands must be on desk to protect our girls and boys until we have solution to this deadly pandemic called rape.

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  2. African ScribeAugust 4, 2021 at 2:40 PM

    👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾

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  3. ChibzAugust 5, 2021 at 9:21 AM

    Hmmm...

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  4. UnknownAugust 7, 2021 at 7:20 AM

    An apt illustration of a malaise that is creeping into a custom. Thanks for the lucid presentation that is far beyond your age. You will indeed go places. Congrats

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  5. AnonymousOctober 11, 2024 at 1:59 PM

    Well done 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

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