Gender Based Violence

Recently I had the opportunity to learn more about a topic that involves so many of our people.

 A topic that people do not discuss... 

A topic where the victim gets blamed for something they did not ask for.

 This is a serious matter that affects our brothers and sisters and all of us as a community as a society and as a human race... 

We Need to get up, stand together adn work together in ending this miserable thing that is consuming our ccommunities...

 

What is GBV?

 

Gender-based violence (GBV) is violence that is directed against a person on the basis of gender. It constitutes a breach of the fundamental right to life, liberty, security, dignity, equality between women and men, non-discrimination and physical and mental integrity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gender Based Violence
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Statistics South Africa flags sexual offences as one of the major and most extreme worrying crime in our country.
50% of all the women in South Africa will be raped in their lifetime
25% of girls are likely to be raped before the age of 16.
More than 41% of rapes reported in SA involve children under the age of 18.
Most sexual violence offences is done by someone you know
We sit back while our brothers and sisters, our sons and daughters falls victim to gender based violence.
We look the other way while our neighbours are crying out for help
We judge each other based on our sexual orientation and sexual preferences
We force our views on each others because we don't agree with their choices.
We use our sexuality to opress others and get a fake sense of power.
We teach our sons and daughters that they have different gender roles to fill.
We give our men and boys power to misuse our daughters because we teach our daughters that they are the weaker sex, we teach them that men have authority. We teach our sons that they have the right to put demands on women.
We teach our daughters at a young age that it is ok for men to hurt them, because if a boy hurts you, he likes you. We tell our daughters that domestic abuse is ok, because it means he cares!!!!!!!
We tell each other that it is a disgrace to talk about sexual abuse. We condemn each other and make excuses for the abuser: She wears short skirts,so she was asking for it.... he is a moffie thats why he was molested.
WE HAVE TO STOP THIS!!!!!!!!!THIS CYCLE MUST STOP!!!!!!!!
Gender based violence is an extremely worrying reality in our community.
Do not stand back!!!!!!!!!!! Get involved

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NIEMAND VERSTAAN DIE VERLIES VAN ‘N GELIEFDE

Die venster vorm n raam rondom die mooiste prentjie wat jy nog ooit sal sien. As jy verby die chocolate bruin houtraam van die venster kyk sien jy ‘n prentjie wat lyk asof dit in sneeuwitjie se verhaal hoort. Groen bome so groen dat dit lyk asof die verf sopas aangewend is, die gras so kraakvars met doudruppels wat op die blare dans.

Die voels en bye sing ‘n duet wat menige kore skaam sal laat word. Die lug so blou en wolke so wit soos was. Die oomblik te helder vir ‘n normale man se siel.
Maar ek sien dit nie raak nie, ek hoor nie die koresang nie. Want al wat in my gedagtes omgaan is die verlange wat my hart laat brand. Die verlange wat soos n vuur uit my kleintoontjie kruip, sy pad deur my ruggraat maak en sy weg baan tot by die laaste haartjie op my kop. Ekt die nektar van ware liefde geproe, net om dit soos n mat onder my voete uitgeruk te he. ‘n Wrede ontnugtering was al wat my uit my greep van die liefde kon ruk.

Want wat anders is dit dan as jy aleen op jou wittebrood moet gaan want jou geliefde is op die oggend van jul troue morsdood gevind in sy kar.

Waneer gaan jy vrede in jou hart vind waneer jy weet jou sielsgenoot is weg,,, vir ewig en vir altyd. Jy sal hom nooit weer sien nie. Nooit weer jo hande deur sy krullerige hare trek nie. Hy sal nooit weer jou hart kan laat stop met een kyk nie. Waarheen gaan jy na jy die nektar van ware liefde geproe het. Niks in hierdie lewe sal daardie soet weer volbring nie. Niks in die wereld sal ooit weer soveel genot vir jou bring nie.
Almal is vol raad en daad, maar niemand weet hoe jy voel nie. Niemand voel die steke in jo hart waneer jy net sy gedagte kry nie, niemand voel die kol op jo maag waneer iemand sy naam se nie,niemand ken die lamgevoel in jou bene waneer jy sy soene onthou nie. En niemand ken die naargevoel op jou krop waneer hulle vir jou se jy moet jou kop hoog hou, die pyn sal weggaan nie.

Niemand verstaan dat elke asemteug wat ek neem voel soos ‘n miljoen warmnaalde wat in my longe gesteek word nie. Elke aanraking aan my vel voel soos n miljoen skerpioene wat oor my hardloop.
Niemand verstaan dat die son my vel brand soos n gloeiende kool. Niemand verstaan dat die donkerte vir my gemak inhou nie want ek kan my oe toemaak en verdwyn in ‘n wereld waar hy nogsteeds is.
Niemand besef dat elke stem wat in my oor gaan my grensloos irriteer nie want dit is nie sy stem nie en sal nooit weer sy stem wees nie.

Niemand besef dat ons liefde so diep was dat die oseaan skoon jaloers was op dit nie.