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ON PEDOPHILIA AND SOCIAL ACCEPTANCE by Ikenna Echewodo Chinyeaka



The issue of Pedophilia  has been on the desk for quite some time now and it is astonishing to hear and see that society wants to consider it acceptable. There are certain things that remain wrong no matter how many consider it normal.  We can't go along with the mainstream on everything especially on pedophilia.  Well,  that's if they are trying to say it is not wrong in every sense of the word.  Let's see what what an embittered  graduate of Law has to say about it.

"Because I know some of the people who can view my social media posts probably have secret pedophilic affinities and urges, let me make it clear that if I hear any of you abused a child, I'll put my feet to the ground and make sure you get the punishment you totally deserve.

It's totally embarrassing to know that even now, some persons are pushing advocacy for the integration of pedophiles into the LGBTQ+ community and it is worse, living with the fear that the international community feels there's a discussion to be had on the issue.

It is true that there's been a heated debate across the world over the extent of liberalism and liberation that can be afforded individuals with respect to sexual orientations and while I think it is well within individual rights for persons to exercise sexual franchise in a wide array of inclinations, it is implausible and absolutely unjustifiable to say that sexual exploitation of any sort should be allowed.

This is very basic and I know a lot of you are aware but I'll still explain for the sake of directional clarity.

The dynamics of power-play are very crucial and often regulated in a lot of circumstances and that's why activities like insider trading that guarantees asymmetry of business information is morally and legally wrong in a lot of instances. The reason for this is that it unfairly tips the balance in favour of one party over the other.

How does this seemingly far fetched example fit into the framework of the conversation on pedophiles, you may ask? Sexual abuse and exploitation.
On the one hand, it is trite in psychology and other behavioural sciences that children cannot validly give consent to certain activities because they either do not fully grasp the implications such activities may bode for them even where it is thoroughly explained and again, because even if they do which is of course rarely the case, they are not physically and mentally psyched for indulgence as this may irreparably hurt them and skew their growth process.
Essentially, the point is that children can't give consent on certain occasions and even if they can, they can't live with the consequences.
I am yet to see anyone successfully argue against and be taken seriously with the contentions in the last slide especially as it borders on sexual capacity.
Knowing how this may harm children, the biggest thing pedophiles bring to the table is the age long justification of having a biological imperative to be sexually attracted to children and this doesn't cut it for me nor should it cut it for anyone.
Why? I'll explain.
Much in the same way we don't take rapists seriously when they claim to have been tempted or even more befittingly, kleptomaniacs when they can show a psychological dimension to being incapable of keeping their hands to themselves, we should never use the argument of biological imperatives to justify clear instances of exploitation and abuse because then it would mean that the brazenness of human nature would be free to run amok unchecked and apologists would always have a strong defence in their arsenal.
We can't justify everything like that.
If you truly can't control yourself against children, maybe it's time to plan a long holiday to a psychiatric facility because honestly, you're a danger to society and we are not obligated to tolerate you.
We've been putting mad people away for ages for being mad, I'm not sure there'll be a problem with quarantining persons who have presented a severe case of psychological imbalance if it helps us protect vulnerable groups like children.
Thank you."

While there are conflicting issues on what is right and what is not,  we should not hesitate to remember to fight for what is human/humane.

If you have questions for the writer,  direct them to his facebook page @Ikenna Echewodo Chinyeaka.
You can drop your comments too.

Ikenna Echewodo Chinyeaka is a Human Rights activist who just graduated from the University of Calabar as a Law student.  He hopes to and is actively engaged in bringing social change through debating and public speaking.
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Heart to Heart by Okechi Favour Chinonso


I didn't want to think. Hell, I didn't need to think. I could not think. I could only feel- The pain of a thousand stings, the unexplainable hurt of a kick in the balls- There's no one word that could have accurately described exactly what I felt at that moment. It was surreal yet realistic, an out-of-body experience in flesh and blood.
The tongues of ice on my skin burned hotter than the fires in my throat. My head spun faster than a Ferris wheel. My tongue curled in upon itself. The process that formed words and sent them from the brain to the mouth seemed to have been severely impaired.
My brain screamed in agony. I saw stars. Not the brilliant blue-white hard diamond glittering from the skies, but devilish green little monstrosities bearing evil grins in the oppressive darkness. The moon hung lank among them, but still managed to be haughty and cold.
My pulse quickened and threatened to tip the scales.
My oesophagus forgot it was supposed to send food down, and suddenly carved out a new niche for itself in sending bolus running up and out through my mouth.
Bile gushed from my mouth like the new fountains created after a refreshing rainfall. I finally was able to somehow muster the strength and look up. My eyes burned. I forced them against their newfound will to look at the person who'd began the process and set the ball rolling, the person who I'd handed the keys of my heart to, the person who'd seen fit to smash the padlocks guarding the heart and commit arson inside it. The person who'd just made certain I'd never have a living, loving heart ever again.
 I looked down. I looked down at the reddish organ in my hand, at the chest of my lover that had been sliced open, at the rivulets of blood that flowed from the deep gash, at his lifeless eyes, at his lolling head, at the look of extreme surprise etched on his battered features.
We were gonna talk, you see, he and I. I just needed to place his heart against mine. For the intended heart-to-heart.






Okechi Favour Chinonso is a final year student of Optometry in Abia State University. He writes sparingly and loves good food.  He's also training to be a computer programmer.


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UNITY POT by Iruke Ebuka

UNITY POT
Nuclear is Alien... 
Nuclear power from outside space? 
Not my point!!! 
I mean that Nuclear Family is Alien.
It is alien to the basic African ideology. 
Our "Nuclear" is "Extended."

The very facet of our individual existences
has root in the spirit of NWANNE.
We are by nature community beings. 
Our real heroes are those who really lived and live for the rest. 

E'er heard of the Unity Pot? 
I'll tell you about it. 
Our Unity Pot is large... That's because our Nuclear is Extended.
The food steaming in Daa Nkechi's small kitchen is for her kids, the neighbours two children, grandma, and the youths in the village square. 
Down to our cooking tradition, AFRICA VALUES sharing together.


The next time you use your alien gas cooker to ready the meal, improvise our Unity Pot and put a smile on the faces of those hungry lads who can barely afford the most basic of needs!!!




Iruke Ebuka is a young African who believes in the spirit of UBUNTU. He is an advocate for the restoration of Africa and the African to her glory days.  He's a student of Optometry in Abia State University.  



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