I was on my way home. It was 10.00 pm. Two men stopped me and grabbed each of my arms. I begged them to let me go, and they leered at me. I yelled at a teenager passing by and asked him to help me. The men told him to ‘mind his own business or face fire’. The teenager run away. The men begun tugging me in a direction I was unaware of as I struggled to free myself. A boda boda man passing by stopped and rode in our direction. They let me go and I run. One of them chased after me. I turned around and saw him raising his foot. I run faster but succumbed to the heavy kick my would-be rapist had just delivered to the small of my back. I hit the ground, cutting myself on stone.
I was afraid I’d brought this on myself because it was late and I was out alone.
This brings me to another war: the way of dressing, the dress code. I am happy in this hall, I have not seen someone in a miniskirt, I have not seen someone in a balanced trouser. I thank you, people of Kajara [people clapping]… I always get ashamed whenever I go to attend functions in Busoga and in Buganda. I don’t know what they want to show me. Mmmh.
Rape is not a women’s only issue. It’s everyone’s issue. You don’t have to imagine the victim as your mother/aunt/sister/cousin/girlfriend/fiancée/ wife either in order to empathize and advocate against rape and rape culture. All you need to know is that women are human beings and their violation is unacceptable and can never be justified.
Our polygamous Youth Affairs minister Ronald Kibuule is in the news again for espousing the victim-blaming bullshit that allows a culture in which girls like 9 year old Hanisha Nambi can be raped and murdered in her own neighborhood. Dressing indecently invites rape and defilement on oneself, Kibuule says. Rape victims who come forward to…