The culture of rape and shame (Busola Dakolo)

According to Warif Nigeria, 10,000 girls are raped everyday!!!!

How do we change this? So that our daughters, sisters, and mothers do not become part of the statistics. We need to start empathizing with rape victims, that's how! MAKE RAPITS ACCOUNTABLE FOR THEIR ACTIONS!

There is NO excuse for rape. NONE! It dosen't matter if the victim requires 1 year or 1000 years to speak up. Speaking up is not easy and requires a person to put themselves under scrutiny. No one chooses that. If someone tells you they've been hurt and the first thing you do is blame them for being hurt then Jesus wasted his life dying for you.

The compassion of Jesus is lost on you and if you're Christian you're no better than the people who chanted "crucify him".

Another response I've read is on the issue of silence. We don't all react to things the same way. That you screamed when assaulted doesn't mean I will. Are you people serious! Common! It's 2019, lets not continue with this foolishness.

#istandwithbusalo #saynotorape

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