Recently a five-year-old was abducted and later her remains was found burnt in a palm oil estate. She apparently went out to buy eggs for her mum to cook breakfast. Bystanders saw three men bundling her into a car. Out of the three suspects remanded, one was her biological father.
While this was shocking, I can't help but recall that at five years old, I was commissioned to send a tray of coconut sweets to the cottage industry neighbor every afternoon at three o'clock. (My mum led all the children in wrapping sweets to earn a few dollars a month.) Of course that was well over forty years before this. Therefore, things weren't this bad many years ago. As a child, I was out of the house after breakfast until it was lunch time. Then we weren't allowed out until about four pm when the sun was not quite burning our skin. We were expected to go back before sunset. Of course we roamed in packs, both boys and girls, the older ones being in charged of the younger ones.
When my children were young, I was most careful not to let them out of my sight. Even then we heard of children who were missing being sighted in a neighboring country begging for syndicates. Most of those tales related the child missing both legs or in one case an older child was missing a tongue.
These few years, quite a few young girls were taken. One or two were found dead and tortured. The rest were just missing with lots of photographs pasted in public places. Common sense tells me that they were either dead or had been smuggled out of the country much earlier.
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