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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