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Little Girls

Coming from the same plane..... They start talking, he offers to buy her a drink which she agrees A soft drink, it's just fanta He shows her how to put the straw in through the lid This is her first time using such fancy cups and lids She is a new traveller, going for further studies He had mentioned to her that he had already arrived to his destination, Amsterdam But as he watches her, her shy eyes, always looking down at her drink He suggests that they wash up after their drinks before "their next flight" He mentions a couple of upscale rooms She softly declines, she remembers her aunt's words to never trust anyone This is the tourist, the man dressed in suit The man that can smell an easy prey from far He can smell new, naive and fresh as easily as he blinks his eyes So many years later, the once little girl remembered the tourist And wondered how much damage he must have caused on the shores of Mombasa during his tours, preying on poor innocent girls.. She stands at the mirror trying to straighten her short hair He stands behind a little further watching her Admiring her growing curves, his eyes move from her rounded bottom, to her hips and as she turns around (unaware of his presence), he continues his adventure to her chest. This is the uncle that shamelessly buys his niece underwear Very culturally inappropriate He loves when she visits This is the preteen girl, that hides a lot of this story, family can never know This is the fifteen year old girl who goes to a 'back door clinic' and aborts But she is not a little girl anymore, she is a well educated woman holding a phd But with frequent relationships struggles Once a week she goes for therapy, to help deal with her demons Because someone messed her up Continued............

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