By Katie Tallo

My daughter was born in Canada. She’s lived her entire life in the same two-storey bungalow in our quiet, middle-class neighbourhood. She just entered her second year of University where she’s studying to become a French teacher. She’ll be nineteen in less than a month and her choices are innumerable, her future bright and promising.

Now maybe, across the globe, another girl was born in Kenya nineteen years ago. If she was, it’s likely she grew up in a mud hut and was given little education. Her choices few and her future bleak, she would have avoided being lured into the sex tourism trade when her family sold her into marriage at the age of 12 in exchange for cows and cash.

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