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Some people call me child molester
Others prefer to refer to me as child abuser
Whichever name you settled for
As long as the reference is made to me
I am the perpetrator, the destroyer of potentials.

My explanation: ignorantly you approved my action
Operationally, I thrive in secrecy and silence
Innocent children cooperate with this silence
Due to uninformed decisions and lack of illumination
These make your environment welcoming and warm

Abundant knowledge on where to thrive keeps me going
Especially in that your too busy environment
Always engaged with no time to educate these children
Education is light your sage says, your little ones in darkness
Ignorant is never an excuse for violating the laws of God

I love your home mademoiselle, so cosy and comforting
Where all your days are spent in the beauty salon
Little or no time for sex education to help the children
All you do is send them to uncle and aunts
Where they pick half baked information on crucial matters

What of your cute home, my ever busy office schedule darling?
Where age-appropriate sex education is strange though essential
Car spare parts are explicitly explained, in no time the kids drive
Yet human body parts are shroud in secrecy, this drives me crazy!
Strange names given to private parts make exploration easier

The African environment is well nourished for me to blossom
With ever blind obedience and unbelievable respect for adults
There I can easily confuse the little ones that rights are wrong
No child challenge wrong elder, age never come with wisdom
Their children rots in absolute secrecy and depression

I will not forget my United States America, the men and women
A place where the solution to all problem is on the internet
I solicit the children’s cooperation through their internet
I used their net as the dragnet to penetrate into their homes
To catch the young, vulnerable and healthy looking innocents

Some homes are cool and inviting, yet I thrive therein
Because the children’s opinions are inconsequential
Which are neither sought, trusted nor believed
Even when these children voice their fear about me
The parents wave them off with back hands

I deceive the children that it is our own little game
Have you ever taught your children the types of games?
When all you have time for is meeting the deadline in the office
Time for works that must be submitted every morning
For salaries that would not be enough for family therapist soon

At the war zones come and watch my incomprehensible acts
I seek avenue for war veterans to remain adamant to reasons
Plight of the defenceless become of no consequence
As I ravage privacy of women, ladies and children
Mostly in the presence of their fathers and Young men

My acts are innumerable: always leaving indelible marks
In the lives of innocent, unsuspecting and gullible children
Who are then looking up watching if mama would please detect
Then you were too busy to watch these acts under your nose
And save those agonising cute ones from my claws.

I saw your efforts, know your house; I do not knock or enter
Your head befuddled with CSA fact and figures in the society
Always an important source of information for children and adults
An accurate and perfect source of expectation for teenagers
Living a life worthy of emulation and a model for young ones

You are unforgettable real mothers, how can I ignore you?
You frustrate all my hard work to penetrate into your abode
Blocking avenues I carefully created through sexuality education
Speaking openly against me in my presence yet I cannot reply
Your daily activities are putting the potential abusers on edge

Those actions about mutual learning endangers my life
How can I function perfectly when at the civic centres?
The way forward on prevention of CSA is the agenda
Ways to curtail incessant recurrence is the first on agenda
Handbills, posters about CSA the AOB before closing prayer

I dare not forget your alertness, agility and being proactive
Always prompt to spot the behavioural or emotional symptoms
The red flags are known to you like the palm of your hands
Always feeling jittery at your appearance and presence
Quiet during your validation, fleeing at your manifestation

My pretence has no hold on you; you spot me by my actions
You got acquainted with all my tactics the more I explore
As your keen interest and involvement on CSA matters
Set you above your kith and kin and all in the community.
If they all are like you, I would have no place of abode

Your involvement, support and financial assistance to the fight
Curtail my activities and expose my malevolence deeds
The time and resources donated by you prevent my furtherance
Prevention programs, advocacy and rape crisis centres
Are more or less gags to my mouth and future

No one knows that my death and end is near except you
Daily I ruminate over the decline in decline in my health
The more the programs the more I shrink
Especially in countries where policies on CSA are enacted
And survivors are forever revealing my secrets.

Do not join me, never indulge in my activities
My life is full of sorrows, regrets and shame
Emotionally, I am a wreck; I need healing and can survive
From my character that my seeds must not inherit
I advise all perpetrators to quit and seek healing

Revelation of my secrets> to parents first
Trust should not influence your decisions about
My victims’ parents trusted me than their instincts
To social workers, I shrink at CSA organised programs
Government policies are lethal to my system now

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