Aches of Monrovia

“I am trying to call 911, but it’s not going through.

Apparently, I have to befriend the police before justice hears my voice.

Maybe I shouldn’t talk about it, perhaps I should tell the police or Katie,

Or perhaps I should just accept it because they are paying my school fees”.

You see, these might have been some thoughts of those girls that seek assistance from the ones whose plans are to misuse them.  

Allow me to tell you about this conscience that was hospitalized when I read stories of these victims in the papers as these young women are stereotyped by the public eyes.

No justice, no penalty for the Guilty as they are raping these kids in the name of “being supportive.” Social media carries these stories with hashtags and open eyes as the government sits back and listens: young girls are hurting, bleeding and still being victimized by the Guilty at the cost of a dollar campaign.

These criminals have masterminded the act of “Rape”; they are barely forceful, preying on young women whose self- esteems are low and using their influence in the name of assistance.

Some come with cash to impose their evil deeds, so they throw out opportunities, especially for schooling, to attract these teens and misuse them while they label them “mentees.”They slip their hands in the private places of these kids who are far below their ages. These are men with professional experiences come to take away our young girls’ innocence.

Allow me to paint you a picture, as I speak of things that happened since 2009 within a charity agency as it proposed hope for girls who sleep between open walls and doors, especially for those whose hands cannot touch the tips of opportunities in our impoverished communities.

In 2018, after nine years of pains and sufferings, after raping girls around the age of eleven, our actions and predictions are still being discussed on social media, while the victims are deeply traumatized because of our failure to take proper steps and penalize those who committed the crime right before our eyes.

So we play “Posts and Comments” on social media while the parents of these raped children are somehow contributing to these circumstances.

Be patient as I dive into our justice system, my people, I hold your foot. Your let me talk about this thing because it’s paining me badly and I will not shullor until I tell you I tire with it oh.

You see, our justice system needs to be workable when issues like these arise, just like the hopes of those young girls Mcintosh Johnson misused and abused. I hate the fact that I am mad and my anger is in my pen, so sorry I have to hold this ink to speak of justice because I do not want society to feel my fist.  

Katie Meyler, you claimed you knew of this atrocity only in 2014, which I doubt because you are the founder and should have been connected to these girls who were molested and misled by your friend and partner for years.

But give me a minute to quote what you said; you made promises “to provide HIV tests” for those girls as if you didn’t question yourself.

How dare you put on a kind face and allow darkness reign on your lips?

It is as if HIV test results are now the measure between “dead” and “alive” and I know that you know this is true. Apparently, you must have done it too.

I wonder what those beautiful kids will say to their children when they mention how your services give them a history that they are too afraid to share.

They handed out their trust when you give them your words, these are teenagers, and it pains me to see them bleeding because an organization who came to educate them to end up killing them – because to rape them is also to take away their lives, I swear.

Is this the humanity you preach when you let your ink bleed as you write proposals for money? It feels like my heart is too big for my chest, so these things are settling on my tongue, and I can taste the sourness. I wish justice is he who sees and feels to take steps the court system in Liberia slowly wants to touch.

I may not read out loud this sad piece to your aggressiveness, but in these lines, I have planted regrets.

I need justice for those Mr. Johnson raped, I do not care about your platform or what you want to say. Fancy words will not do me well, so I need this Government too to speak for us. I am tired of seeing the guilty in public while the victims are publicly disgraced.

Monsters no longer exist in fairy tales because they resemble our future; a platform like “More than Me” is good enough to give us hope but why were the mission and vision different from your actions?

Katie, tell me!

I know we all run for opportunities and greener pastures, but please stop hurting our girls and abusing us. We are not the cause of the wars we have fought to pay such a price like death.

Your rendered assistance to our girls should not allow you to take advantage of them, do not misuse them because you want to help them, and do not hurt them because you feed them. This exploitation was not an expectation when you presented your platform to Liberia, so when you come in the name of charity, live by the core ethics and give back to humanity.

“What more is left to fear?”, a question I keep asking myself.

Must I fear the Humanitarians, the justice system or should we fear the fear of asking for help?

I am just a rebel with an ink, and this rebellion has just begun.

 

 

Authored by William Anderson

Featured picture by Said Lamjed