CHILD SEXUSL ABUSE: A Call To Proper Child Orientation Concerning Sexual Gestures

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I returned home from CDS too tired to be bothered about undressing before resting, I even had my jungle boots still on as I lazed in bed, tinkering with my phone. I was still on this when I heard "Baby oya come, comman kiss your daddy". I recognized the laughter of the little girl (about 3/4 years old) that lived just opposite my lodge as she ran to meet this "daddy" and planted several audible kisses on him. Kisses which "daddy" returned. 

I looked through my window and saw that the manager of the guest house adjacent the girl's compound was the "daddy". Hei. I was fired with anger. It was pretty apparent that they were not related, but I still wanted to give this man the benefit of doubt, perhaps, he lived next to the hotel and was truly her dad.

My tiredness left me immediately as I donned my wig back on (thank God I wasn't even undressed yet) and grabbed some change to buy bubble gum (that I did not need) at the shop very close to the kissing scene. 

At the shop. Suspicions confirmed. Paedophile alert. 

I charged towards the manager (who still had the girl in his laps) and didn't wait for him to respond to my greeting before asking him why he was kissing the little girl when he wasn't her daddy. His response: He was only playing with her. Then he asked the girl to kiss him again, and she was only too happy to oblige. See my life!

I almost felt defeated. Apparently he was challenging me to see what I would do. And honestly, nothing tangible came to mind. I had breezed out of my house too angry to think of how to handle the situation. But then I turned to the girl and told her sternly never to kiss anyone who wasn't her daddy or mommy, and made sure to remind her that the manager was NOT her daddy. 

She didn't seem to be catching my drift fast enough and so I threatened her that if I ever see her kiss manager again, or anyone else, I'd leave my house to come give her a good whopping. She made to cry as I left. I returned to give her sterner warnings, and this time she was too subdued to let out the slightest whimper. Nice.
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I understand that we mustn't teach sex education to children with the use of threat. But under that circumstance, I felt the need to prove a point (I'm not afraid to be wrong here, I stand to be corrected). Since I couldn't handle the old pervert, I could at least chide the little one. 

I intend going back very soon to give the little girl a quick lecture on sex education, with a very friendly approach. 

What distressed me most was that all the while the girl and this paedophile daddy were "playing", there were other adults around, including a guy who appeared to be the girl's uncle or so. 

Forewarned is forearmed. No amount of closeness should warrant a person who is not a close member of the family kissing our little ones, or engaging them in any other intimate play. Heck. Even some family members molest young ones! Where do we even begin this sensitization from?
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The unneeded gum I went to buy is the one bearing the brunt of this evening's episode. I'm chewing furiously because I'm still angry and unsettled. 

What do you have to say to this?

14.06.18

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