No more pains
My heart broke into pieces and almost fell into my stomach when i heard about the tragic news, this is something overlooked by the Society at large and especially by those who are meant to protect the younger ones,our loved ones always stay far away from their responsibilities so recalling the troubled life of my dear friend and his tragic end sends tears into my system but drops of blood touches the earth from my eyes.
Damion, a young promising boy was molested by his own Uncle at a tender age and to worsen the situation was Rev Father Emmanuel to whom he sought refuge.
No one believed him when he made the allegations about what this so called Rev Father did to him, his Mother instead of supporting her innocent son stood in the public and defended her brother and a Rev. Father she barely knew and her defense made everyone consider Dammy as we fondly called him an outcast and a liar. No one cared to listen to him, to them, he made up the story about the Rev Father and the manner in which he was treated turned him into a troubled young boy.
He became an aggressive person after being flogged naked in the public and with no good reason other that what she considered a family shame, she sent her own child, (a son she carried in her own womb for nine months, a child she bore pains to bring into the world) out from the house.
Going to school was out of the question and no one cared about this innocent young boy so he dropped out from school and with no other purpose in life,took refuge in the street.
I could recall the first time i saw him after that day he was humiliated though it was the last time i saw him too but he looked so weak and pale,he looked confused and worried but there was nothing much i could do to help him.
I believed him and i believe all that he said about the Rev Father but the elders do not want to listen, my parents don't want to see me or my siblings around him but that did not stopped me that day from ushering him into our family house, gave him food and my cloth to change the dirty one he had.
During our conversation, he told me that there was no day he did not think about his late Dad but we stopped our conversation when my parents entered into the compound then he left through the back door and that was the last time i ever saw him.
I later heard couple of years later that he joined a gang of peak porkers and also began using hard drugs. By the age of 24, he has served times for robbery twice.
The only help he got after being released from jail was from what he got as a street beggar.
He made several attempts to kill himself but wouldn't die then one day he set himself on fire but was rescued by some passerby who saw him on flames
He was later rushed to the hospital because of the burns he sustained and was diagnosed of HIV during the cause of treatment.
I learned about all this whole predicament through another close friend of ours.
After four months of battling with second degree burns and the deadly virus, he gave up the ghost but with a final word.
"NO MORE PAINS".
As you are reading this right now,i wish to let you know that there are so many other Damion(s) out there crying for help but no one seems to listen, the authorities are not paying attention and the worst of it is Parents.
Parents often do not believe their children when they complain about being molested simply because 7 out of ever 10 offender is well known to the child and might be a close family friend or even a relative but until other parent's realize just like Dammy's mother that the child was not laying then the self blame begin
And "HAD I KNOWN" comes at a time when the innocent has been destroyed.