Believe survivors. Support survivors. Empower survivors. And K!LL YOUR LOCAL R@PIST

This month is sexual assault awareness month. Give voice to survivors, petition change, and show your support by visiting the websites of NSVRC and RAAIN!

To end off SAAM here’s my piece for this year.

Thank you @masswocn for this collaboration as a survivor I am happy that I could use my creativity in this way. “I am doing my part through art”! #artcromtheheart ・・・ National Sexual Violence Resource Center 30 DAYS OF SAAM! Thursday, April 14: Doing My Part Through Art “Engaging In Art As A Healing Tool”~ ZNT Arts Thank you to @daartistznt for this  illustration! ZNT Arts nurtures a safe space for healing, inspiration, and education across multicultural generations through the engagement of art as a catalyst to uplift BIPOC, raise funds for social justice, and educate our communities towards freedom. Visit: www.zntarts.com MASSWOCN is spreading the word about Sexual Assault Awareness Month this April with the #30DaysOfSAAM challenge! Follow @nsvrc for more info. #SAAM #SAAM2022 #April #MAWOCN #MASSWOCN #SAawareness #SexualAssaultAwarenessMonth #SAAMsafeonlinespaces #believesurvivors #SupportSurvivors #raiseawareness https://www.instagram.com/p/CcVy8a2uhZU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

A Public Transportation Driver Harrassed Me - Sexual Assault Awareness Years ago, when I was sixteen. I had just finished writing an exam. I think it was chemistry. One of my not so favourite subjects, and it rained that day. Then I lived at Nsukka, Enugu State, and it was difficult to find any transportation home. After waiting for what felt like hours, a bike man finally came my direction. While I spoke with him, I noticed his eyes on my legs, which made me super uncomfortable. But I was tired, and I preferred not to wait any longer after being lucky to find one. Moreover, why will a man stare at my legs? I shrugged it off, against the warnings in my head not to enter. While he drove, he kept looking down at himself and adjusting his trousers. At a point, I wanted to yell at him to focus on the road, but I resolved to pray in my head, so I won't die in an accident due to his lack of concentration. He took a different route from the usual one, but I knew that road too. It was absurd, since the road was worse than the other, it would be more swampy. I shrugged the alarm in my head again, saying to myself that there was no way I'd get lost in Nsukka, or he'd kidnap me. It was my confidence for me. He informed me that Road Safety Officers were ahead, and he wasn't with his helmet. Why did he take the road, knowing that Road Safety Officers were ahead? And why did he not bring his helmet? The alarm in my head screeched louder when he took a road I wasn't familiar with. There was something I often did and still do. It's to be extremely calm when I feel scared. Don't talk or talk slow if I have to because I believe that if one can sense my fear, they'll use it against me. Worst-case scenarios played in my head. I was just being paranoid. It was another cut home. I shushed myself and remained silent. At a point, there were two diverging roads, ahead of one were houses while the other was lonely and filled with trees and tall grasses. He took the latter and brought me to a dead end. To be continued. #saam #saam2022 #teal #tmc #istandwithsurvivors #endrapeculture #awareness #sexualassault #violence #thenarratorseyes (at Zoo Estate Enugu) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb0IUJ9jJqE/?utm_medium=tumblr