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The Patience For Inspiration/ Will You Judge?

Posted on July 28, 2015 By rayawambui 12 Comments on The Patience For Inspiration/ Will You Judge?

Eight years.

That’s how long it took me to be able to write honestly, and transparently about the day I was date raped. Eight years of, contemplation, denial, self hate and shame. Even today, I hesitate before addressing this topic. Here’s why.

The root of inspiration.

In general, date rape, is the one of the most controversial topics within the overall topic of rape. It is the form that is most easily silenced by phrases like; she asked for it, or alijipeleka [she took herself]. The morality of victim is always called into question. I think my story, can easily be summed up as ‘alijipeleka’, and that thought alone is a foreboding, silencing one. I often feel that I don’t have the right to even call it rape. So, in order to rid myself of the duty of judgment, in the interests of explaining why I had to employ eight years of patience, before writing on it, I will allow you, my reader to be the judge.

It could easily have been summed up as statutory rape, but I lied about my age. I had just turned sixteen, but I told him, I had just turned eighteen. I had a terrible crush on him, and there is nothing a little girl wants more, than to be a big girl. Besides, to my mind, I might as well have been eighteen, I considered myself (and had been told by many adults that I was) very mature for my age.

He had asked me to be his girlfriend, and I had said yes. He was twenty three, and was my neighbor. I was not in the habit of keeping the company of grown men, but my romantic mind had summed up our meeting to fate, destiny. Less than a week into the relationship, I gave myself a reality check. I thought about the world we live in and realized, that he was most likely accustomed to having sex. I was saving my virginity for marriage, so I noted the disconnect and set out to break off the relationship.

I explained, that I was sure that he was used to having sex, and that I did not want to hold him back from what would normally be a part or his lifestyle, but that I was not at all ready for that.

“So this is not going to work out. I really like you, but I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore. Lets just be friends.”

His response surprised me. ” I can’t believe you think that way about me. That I’m just going out with you for sex.” I hadn’t thought of him that way anyway, so I listened on. ” I would never want you to do anything you don’t want to do. So that’s not even an issue. I like you for who you are, not because I want to have sex with you.”

I had already made up my mind, so I was not easily persuaded otherwise, but he insisted and repeated these things so many times, and to my disbelief, actually cried at the affront of what he considered an accusation and the idea of loosing me as a girlfriend.

“I would never, never force you to do something you don’t want to do.” The memory of those words and the expression of disbelief on his face are imprinted on my minds eye, as though still, all these years later he is still trying to convince me.

I repeatedly said, “I’m not ready to have sex.”

The next day, we decided, we would ‘hang out’, listen to music, and talk. The next day, I did something extremely uncharacteristic of myself. I lied to my Mum, about where I was going.

We met up, listened to music, and I became comfortable again in his company. Bob Marleys ‘Is This Love’ was the song that reminded me of him. We were alone with each other, in his room. We kissed, and began a series of actions, that were inappropriate for my age at the time, but I had believed what he said the night before. I allowed myself to trust him. I allowed myself to trust too far. By the time I realized, that I didn’t have full control of the situation, he was on top of me, and I was naked.

I shouted NO, and pushed, but he was heavier than I could push off, and had appeared to become completely deaf. To this day, I’m not entirely convinced that he knew I resisted. I was not hit, strangled or otherwise injured. I became enveloped with a disbelief that made me step out of my body, away from myself. Once the first moments passed, I gave in. I even reciprocated, because, I believed, that all my worth, as a virgin, was gone. I had lost a part of my identity that all my years of schooling and Sabbath school had taught me was my most valuable asset.

I spent weeks afterwards crying at any alone moment I could find. The very next day, I wrote a poem about rape victims in war. In it, I described the theft of self worth that I was actually experiencing.

We had a conversation much later, within which I told him my real age, and he confessed that he knew I was lying about my age.

I could not write directly what had happened, not until eight years later. I would write about it in triple deep metaphors, through personas that were not me. I could not describe what had happened without hating myself completely. Not until Virginity.

The healing that came with, finally describing my experience was profound. In the healing that had to have taken place before it, reading writing that was on similar topics, had helped me work through. The night before that piece finally came out of my pen, I had watched a spoken word performance by Nemesis (Man Njoro), on the topic of date rape. That was the final stroke of acceptance that it took for me to be able to record the experience.

The cause of the inspiration.

That’s the reason why I decided to share it with the world. In case there is anyone who has been through a similar experience and does not have the courage to put it to words. Admitting what happened is an important step in that healing process.

Though, I still have fears associated with discussing this topic openly, I have mentally faced them and prepared myself. Facing them seems like the only way that my experience can serve any purpose; breaking the silence. I know, for example, that one of the reactions this story will inspire, is one that blames my parents. It shouldn’t be. I was neither too sheltered to realise consequences nor given too much freedom so as not to be protected. The alibi I used on the day was a neighbor, two gates away from mine, who I had known since age five. I was, save for that exception, a very responsible teenager, and had truly earned the trust that I was given.

Had my situation been a singular one, I would keep it to myself to my grave. It is not.  Teenage pregnancies are at a very high level in Kenya, and the fathers of those pregnancies are rarely below legal age. The truth is, our ‘team fisi’ culture is granting adult men the prerogative to bed underage girls, and our victim shaming culture is allowing them to do it repeatedly, without ever having to face any repercussions. Surely adults should be held responsible for their actions?

The patience for inspiration.

As an artist, you must sometimes fully digest the issues you address with your work.  The idealistic part of me prays that there will be a day when no really means no. The practical part of me knows, we are far from that day. However, the more we remain silenced by shame, the longer it will take for mind sets to change.

Although it may have taken more than ten years (and the birth of my daughter) for me to attack this issue head on, that may be the time this topic needed, for me to be able to address it appropriately. Though I have had to overcome certain fears to write this, it is still a kind of fear that drives the writing. The fear that this kind of thing will continue to happen… even to my grand daughters, to my great grand daughters….

So, my hope, is that this is the beginning of a conversation, not the end of one. Little girls will always want to be big girls, and to be treated like grown ups, in my opinion, that leaves it up to the actual grown ups to act like responsible adults, not take advantage. I could be wrong. I believe another big part of the problem, is that we teach our sons and male peers, that their manhood can be measured by their ability to bed women. This is a part of a larger scale, objectification of men, and the objectification of male sexuality that is seldom discussed.

Please share any thoughts you have, with me, with each other, on this comment thread, on facebook, on twitter, on your couch. If you see an alternate solution, share, if you see another part of the problem, share.  I hope, that we will have different fears for our great grand daughters… not the same ones that have been there since the times of Tamar.

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Comments (12) on “The Patience For Inspiration/ Will You Judge?”

  1. nonnynaomi says:
    July 29, 2015 at 8:13 am

    Your courage is immense, i salute you! May we talk to our future sons and daughters on the value of respecting each others bodies.

    Reply
    1. rayawambui says:
      July 30, 2015 at 2:42 pm

      Thank you. I am not so sure I’m courageous, maybe just more scared of it happening to more girls. Yes! Lets!

      Reply
  2. ray says:
    July 29, 2015 at 8:17 am

    raya what a nice article,at first when i heard date rape i thought of this pills they use which reault to temporary amnesia…but thats not the case,glad u got it off yo chest keep up
    still number one fan ray

    Reply
    1. rayawambui says:
      July 30, 2015 at 2:40 pm

      Thank you so much for reading. 🙂 I think date rape is the term used for when it happens after the people have met consensualy , but there has not been consent for sex. It can happen through force or through drugging. I believe Bill Cosby is accused of the latter.

      Reply
  3. Guulo says:
    July 29, 2015 at 2:13 pm

    “I believe another big part of the problem, is that we teach our sons and male peers, that their manhood can be measured by their ability to bed women. This is a part of a larger scale, objectification of men, and the objectification of male sexuality that is seldom discussed.”

    How do we even discuss the objectification of men in a culture where men are never the victim? They must always be strong. Thank you for sharing your story

    Reply
    1. rayawambui says:
      July 30, 2015 at 5:09 am

      I have decided to address this. Writing now.

      Reply
    2. rayawambui says:
      July 30, 2015 at 2:36 pm

      Hey, just to let you know. Have written and scheduled it. Its called On The Objectification Of Men, and will come out next Tuesday night. Thats the day I’ve been releasing new posts recently. Thank you for commenting, the feedback is really useful.

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      1. Guulo says:
        July 31, 2015 at 6:38 am

        I am so looking forward to reading. I am part of the a poetry society called The Lantern Meet of Poets and we are organising a recital focusing on men but the discussions were so hard…all conversation about them usually seems like men bashing

        Reply
        1. rayawambui says:
          August 4, 2015 at 1:13 pm

          On The Objectification Of Men – http://wp.me/p2jRu2-6z

          Reply
  4. Pauline says:
    July 29, 2015 at 7:47 pm

    Now I understand a lot more than I did before. Wishing that I could ( because you know that I would), have done anything in my power to prevent your pain/regret. So glad that you are able to express your experiences. When it helps, it is never too late to get stuff off your chest.. Look forward.There are so many positive things that you can be a part of. I am, will always be, on your side. You have to rise above the negative , and look ahead.
    Yours always. X

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  5. Elenah Kim says:
    August 2, 2015 at 8:57 pm

    I admire our courage,very man girls go through this but cannot talk about, its a conversation people need to have and stop the blame games,we should call a spade a spade, that’s the onyl way the people responsible can be held into account!

    Reply
  6. Elenah Kim says:
    August 2, 2015 at 8:57 pm

    meantt “your”

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