Surely… I Am Not the Victim
1 / 3
They told me to speak, but only their words escaped my lips. I share my story exactly as they framed it. Yes, I was assaulted. Yet they blamed my dress, my night out, the wine I drank, even my laughter. I wasn’t taught to shrink myself small enough to satisfy them. They questioned my upbringing and my silence. They offered loopholes instead of justice and urged me to forgive and forget—always protecting him, never me. Now I turn to you. Weren’t you about to say it was my fault? Go on. Tell me—surely I am not the victim.
Stories are shared by community members. This article does not represent the official view of NaijaWorld — the author is solely responsible for its content.

