False Accusation: A Crime Against Humanity and God

I have been seeing post by some guys concerning the Izuu guy that killed himself because a girl accused him of rape. *"Nothing can ever make me commit suicide"* I can never kill myself and many other silly comments. Pray it doesn't come to you

My first term in secondary school, I had this friend of mine - Bodwin. Our little stature made us become best of friends from the first day we saw each other. He was Van Diesel and I, Paul Walker.

We did everything together, went to school, went to Church, got bullied together, smoked pawpaw leaf together and even bathed together. We were always careless and kept losing our stuffs from toothbrushes, toothpaste, singlets, towels etc.

One day, Bodwin lost his white towel for the third time that term and his Mom was going to deal with him when she visits. So he brought this proposition and requested that when his Mom asks, that I should accept I was the one that TOOK the towel. I had seen his Mom shout at him and didn't want a repeat of that, I said OK.

The D-Day came and I accepted I was the one that TOOK the towel without knowing TOOK meant STOLE. At the end of the day Bodwin was not dealt with by his Mom and it was mission accomplished. In my school, each level do their own assembly separate from each other(JSS1 alone JSS2 alone etc). 

So during our assembly on Monday, the Coordinator called out my name and asked me to step out. Mehn what did I do? Did someone die at home? Is my clothes not ironed? This were the thoughts on my mind as I walked shaking like an amateur gladiator who was about to face the Almighty Spartacus in a fight to death.

I came out and the coordinator told everyone to stretch out their hands towards where I was kneeling down still confused and scared. He then told everyone to pray for me so that the spirit of STEALING TOWELS would leave me. WTF!!! In Donald Trump's voice. Who stole what???

Everyone at that assembly(JSS1 A-E with not less than 30students per class) were praying and mocking me. I was still in shock. After the prayers, I got strokes of cane of which I didn't even feel the pains because I was lost in thinking whose towel I stole.

The mocking I received that day was unbearable for an 11yrs old kid. I kept crying like a fool. That day if I knew how to end one's life, believe me I would have done it. In the evening I went to the chapel and prayed to God to either kill Me or kill someone at home, because this were the only two options that will make them send me home...

I continued that pray routine for days until one day my Aunty came, for a second I thought God have answered my prayers. She took me home on a Friday, on the way home I kept asking who died and she kept giving me that *"We are disappointed in you eyes"*. 

When we got home, MoMs have already prepared her room for my execution. Damn. She dealt with me that day, the most painful part of it was she never gave me the chance to tell my side of the story. After the my mentholated execution, the next morning she called me out and now asked me why I would steal a towel when I still have 2pairs she got for me. 

With sorrowful eyes like that of Jon Snow's when he lost his wilding girlfriend, I narrated the whole proposition I had with Bodwin to my Executioner of a Mom. Guess what this woman did? Afterwards she dealt with me again for agreeing to such a stupid deal. So I got beaten for not doing it also.

My Aunty took me back to school on Monday with a 4 page letter written by my Mom stating everything. Our teacher read the letter and asked me if it was true and I said yes, she sent for Bodwin and he came and also testified I was Innocent. He was suspended for 2 weeks and was asked to write any apology letter to me. Who needs the letter? Definitely not me.

Now hear the damages that incidents did to me:

- My Mom took my pairs of towels and replaced them with wrapper. Her reasons being that I can't be accused of stealing towels when I don't use one.

I hated Bodwin from that day onwards till today. That guy have sent me friends request on Facebook tirelessly and I can't even think twice before hitting the ignore button. The day he commented on my IG post, I blocked his ass. I even left my secondary school WhatsApp group because he is always commenting shits there. 

It took years before my classmates stopped calling me TOM-CAT because I enjoy suffering for the crimes committed by JERRY. I remained a silent, dull kid in that class until my senior years when Football and Mia Khalifa made LocalMan popular again.

Accusations is like wildfire. Once you start it, it is very difficult to control. Just imagine what the Izu guy must have gone through in a country like Nigeria full of internet bullies. Especially when it comes to sensitive topics like Rape. INTERNET FEMINISM GROUP OF NIGERIA(IFGN) must have been raining death treats on that guy's DM. Plus the physical humiliations he must have gone through.

Rape is a crime against Humanity and God.

Rape Accusation is equally a crime against Humanity and God.

By Pablo