My growing up as a child, was not in a particular environment. My parents moved us around for some reasons especially crisis. At a time we left up North for East. The movements gave me a unique kind of exposure and experience. This made me so fast in adapting to any environment because I had to socialize with the kids in my neighborhood.
There lived a man named Sylvester. Pa Sylvester as he is called,an ex-convict of about fifty years plus, grey headed and strong, he did most of the hard jobs for people in the neighborhood for a penny or lunch. Pa Sylvester lost everything including his family after his penal servitude.
I never saw this man with any woman. He loved kids and bought us gifts. He gave more to girls especially the beautiful ones we little boys admired and wished to date when we grow up.
Usually, every month once or twice parents especially mothers will always fight him for abusing their daughters sexually. There were usually no evidence except for the fact that the little girl cried home and ofcourse he will deny it. Some of the girls liked what he did with them while some never did and regretted ever going into his house.
Everyone believed he was a pedophile but as for me, I had to be sure so I can either spread the good news or the bad one. So, I had to go close and pretended to be his friend. Somany times my Mom had to beat me severely with a whip because of him. I started sneaking out to his house.
Finally, I succeeded. I became his most trusted friend. He gave me access to his rooms excluding the bedroom. Whenever he is expecting someone he will do his best to keep me busy somewhere so I don't find out.
One day I decided to either fall in with him or fall out. That day I saw Natasha heading to his place. I knew she was coming to see him but I didn't know if it was for a fight because she was among his haters. Immediately, he hurried me out. He was too excited that he couldn't notice my presence around. Natasha went straight to his bedroom. I took my time to wait to be very sure of what my mind was telling me. About thirty to forty minutes later, she went to the bathroom for a shower.
The fact was that I saw nothing. But from my analysis I think they did it and it has been happening. From that day I ended my friendship with him.
My next article should be on the problematics of pedophilia and how it should be handled in the Society. Actually pedophilia was my first project topic in the university and my second topic was on polygamy.
Tell me friends if you were to be me, haven seen that, what would you have done? Comment below.
Nice one