He lit his cigarette and smiled Puffed the smoke freely and walked away Yet, I hide when I light a cigarette For I’d be judged by society as usual Everyone who walks by calls me names When they meet at the bar at night Their table is covered with empty bottles They continue to order without shame But when I sit at a bar to have a bottle They whisper, saying I came for flings Some even call me a helpless alcoholic Everything they do is praised and retweeted They are popular, celebrated and loved by many I crave all that they are but I’m never invited This social pain has become my deepest pain I desire the attention they take for granted Even if they are sad inside and hide it so perfectly I just want to be them so bad, to feel wanted and seen.
Amazing how time has changed and people are forming WOKE on every street. Some want to force their views down your throat and when you disagree, they write an epistle of your view and how much of a hypocrite you are for not agreeing with their views. Has any parent sat down to wonder why children no longer ask how babies are made or why is your tummy so big mummy? Truth is, they now know the answers to these questions. There’s that friend in school who knows all the answers and has been kind enough to educate other children freely.
There’s a chain reaction hitting earth, this chain reaction starts from every little community, every household, every gathering to places you do not even know exist. At least ten children from the slum have had one to four adults touch them inappropriately. Some spoke up but no one believed them or did anything about it. This number will seem so little until these children visit family and friends outside their hood and transfer knowledge and experiences incurred from their molesters. Remember that you would trust these children to be doing nothing harmful when they play together during this visit.
Parents who live in low budget communities leave the house in care of their children when they go to the market or other errands that require they leave the children at home. These children open the door to other children from other compounds. This is the foundation of ‘Papa and Mama Play’. During such plays, these children take up the roles of husband, wife and children. As usual, children with early puberty signs become the husband and wife while the children who are yet to understand their body and how it works are the children. Today adults who took part in these plays back then know the rest.
The children from rich communities seldom visit the slum but whenever children from the slum go for holiday in rich communities, they don’t fail to transfer their experience disguised as Papa and Mama Play. Some rich children are touched by their maids, drivers, cooks, uncles, cousins, nephews and more while the children from low budget areas are mostly molested by randy adults from the hood, age mates, school mates, teachers, relatives and more. Both parties have been abused but their parents don’t even know it. Some spoke up but nothing was done while some still have dragging court cases.
Dear Society, a lot of adults are living with these memories from their childhood. Some healed over time while others haven’t. It would be unfair to every child out there if we continue to pretend to be too busy to listen to the pains they’ve had to bear from people they trusted to protect them. As children we owe it to them to really stress what bad touch and good touch is and who they can run to in their circle of trust. It’s an epidemic and we all have to do our part in teaching children right from wrong and the confidence to speak up against those who threaten them to keep these pains secret.
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