The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

Author: David Oletu

Gay acts exist more in society, just like lesbians do.

In my part of society, where men are placed so high in esteem and made to feel flawless and infallible like gods, and with so much pride,

men in my society who are gay, unlike men in the Western world, are not bold enough to say that they are gay.

They engage in the act silently and initiate other boys around them into the act.

Parents should keep a close eye on their male children; they are also more vulnerable to sexual molestation.

The boy child also needs to be protected from sexual abuse,

just as the female children are protected and seem to have been portrayed as the major victims.

The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

My name is Kasali, I am gay, and this is my story of how I turned gay.

I once lived in a small village in Africa with my parents.

My parents gave birth to five children.

I was the lastborn and only male child.

They pampered me so much for being the only male child and desired the very best for me.

They were ready to do anything, by all means, to ensure I got the best education and comfort,

even if they were too poor to cater for us and make their big wish for me come true.

My mother was a full-time housewife who catered for the children,

cooked, and displayed her different sex styles in the other room to satisfy my father’s sexual cravings.

My father was a small-scale farmer.

His farm produce was barely enough to produce enough money to see me and my siblings through school.

Our poverty level was so extreme that sometimes we skipped meals one or two times a day.

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One day, when I was 10 years old, my uncle came to visit us from the city of Lagos.

And He saw and observed how poor we lived and felt pity for us.

He then requested that since I was the only male, the heir, and more like the breadwinner and head of the home after my father,

I should be taken to the city with him to further my education and learn a trade that would enable me to earn and cater for my family when I become an adult.

His request brightened my parents’ faces.

They were so excited at his kind gestures and couldn’t have turned it down because they had always wished for the very best for me.

However, I was neither excited nor sad:

a part of me loved my family so much and wished to be with them,

and a part of me was tired of being hungry, so I was unbothered about whatever decision they made.

Without a second thought, my parents packed my loads and handed me over to my uncle the day he was set to travel back to the city.

The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

On the day of my departure, my mother and four sisters cried and hugged me so tight.

The Africanness in my father won’t make him express, with tears on his face, how much he would miss me, just as my mother and sisters had done.

So, he only patted my shoulder, escorted me to my uncle’s beetle car, and bid me goodbye.

However, I know that deep down, he would miss his only begotten son.

A few hours later, after I and my uncle had passed the bad, sloppy roads that made us dance unconsciously inside his beetle car,

and drove on the lonely, smooth express road that was divided by bushes,

we finally approached a “THIS IS LAGOS” signboard—the almighty city, I assumed.

I felt like I was in another world entirely when we drove into the city of Lagos.

Unlike my small village, where houses were built with mere blocks without cement and paint,

houses in the city were cemented and painted beautifully.

I saw very tall and mighty buildings for the first time.

Such a fascinating sight sparked my interest in building designs and structures, which made me the architect I am today.

The moment I stepped my feet into my uncle’s house, I felt comfort—

First, I didn’t have to share a room with 6 people,

and I slept in a comfortable soft bed, ate 3 square meals, watched television,

and I went to school, but a boys-only school,

Also, I had more beautiful clothes and shoes, and I learned trading, promised by my uncle—as I followed him to his shop every Saturday.

The only thing that discomforted me during my stay in the city was my uncle’s sexual advances toward me every day and night.

The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

The Boy Child also needs to be protected from sexual abuse, just as the female children are protected and seem to have been portrayed as the major victims.

He made me sit on his lap, in between his penis, or massage him in his private part during the day whenever he was around.

Then at night, he would silently sneak into my room to have sex with me when everyone was supposed to be asleep.

How weird!

It all started the second night I spent at his house.

I was asleep when I sensed a hand massaging me from my legs to my buttocks.

It first felt like a dream to me because I would never have imagined somebody doing such a thing to me at night.

I was only 10!

Later on, I realized it wasn’t a dream but real when I felt my boxers moving slowly away from my tiny waist.

The moment I opened my eyes, I was first gripped by fear.

But seeing that it was my uncle, I assumed he was only trying to take care of me like a father,

until I saw how scary and evil his face was, like a hungry lion who wanted to devour its prey.

Uncle threatened to deal with me if I uttered any sound.

He carried me, laid me flat backwards, and began to press his erect penis so hard on my small buttocks multiple times.

He seemed to have felt a sweet sensation with the way he moaned pleasurably while raping me,

but I felt nothing but pain.

The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

He continued with the sexual act with me almost every night,

and warned me each time he was done, never to tell anybody about it, or else he would kill me.

I cooperated with him out of fear and got used to it in adulthood. It became a part of my life.

As a male, I became sexually attracted to only male sex.

I get turned on at the sight of them and can’t resist the urge to have sex with them. 

Attending a boys-only primary and secondary school allowed me to secretly initiate other boys into gay acts, especially those who were below me.

I made them my friends and invited them to my house to see some gay pornographic movies my uncle bought at home,

and we practiced the act as we watched pleasurably.

My male friend’s parents couldn’t have suspected we could engage in such an abnormal sexual act.

They assumed we were just friends, but we lived in pretence!

I continued with the gay act until my bachelor’s degree program in architecture at the university,

and was still actively involved in it even when I was done from school.

The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

Because my country frowns at my sexuality,

and my parents would expect me to get married and give them grandchildren, and also since I was done with school and doing well for myself…

…. I flew out of my country to a European country where my ‘likes’ are not ashamed to show that they are gay.

I admired how some of them got married publicly, with a white priest blessing their union.

That seemed like freedom to me.

I travelled there with the hope of finding a suitable gay partner to live with forever in peace.

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Do not get me wrong;

I never liked or encouraged the act. But I was only a victim who was influenced badly in my childhood days.

And I only find myself addicted to the act.

I had visited several therapists and churches to pray for me,

and I even tried enjoying sex with a female partner, but it felt so boring and irritating.

The more I tried to break out of this gay act, the more I found myself in it.

and accepted it as a part of my life, which I find hard to change.

But. I still hope for a miracle… Someday!

This message is for all parents and guardians. By all means, protect your child from abuse.

They are humans too and can easily be influenced.

They are not as strong and infallible from birth as you had imagined them to be.

Their minds can be feeble, and they can be scared to hell.

They can cry, and they can also fall victim to any circumstance.

They do not have life all figured out by themselves.

Question them and be sensitive to their words and actions.

There is so much more about our world and people than you can ever imagine or assume.

Please, Stay awake!

Also, Stay enlightened!

And Stay vigilant!

The Sexually Abused Gay Boy-Child

Also Read: Freedom and Healing from Sexual Abuse – Diademng (thediademng.org)

What is Sexual Abuse: Sexual abuse – Wikipedia