The logical pen with Odoh E. Justus / Ojustus46@gmail.com
I walked out of the Christ Embassy Auditorium one Saturday when the sun is receding. I stooped at the tared road and waved at the coming tricycle to bored one home, but so disappointed was I as the driver will either signaled they were not going my way or their tricycle is filled.
Determined to bored one home, I waited for several hours. Then it dawned on me that the longer I wait, the lesser my chances, so I decided to walk by foot to my home.
So inspirational was the massage that I sang and meditated on the popular Sani Abacha express way in Yenagoa, that I paid not attention to the numerous vehicles yelling at each other and overtaking as they could.
Soon I approached the popular Hospital road, a place I could best describe as a "red light district," known for its high rate of crime, I became more security conscious. As I walked closer, I could see different women, some standing by the road side wearing skimpy dress, that covered half their butt, displaying how good it is to the innocent men like me. Others sat down, either drinking hot drinks or smoking what I don't know, opening their legs to display the women's paradise. I quickly concentrated not to get swayed because even the very elect could fall.
The idea of writing a book pump into my head, as I contemplate on it, numerous calls rang into my ears, sweetheart, honey, my love, sugar and then came a call fine boy. I kept walking not looking left or right and despite my love for Phyno's music, I tried and shut my ears against his connect track that thrilled the fun seekers.
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Suddenly, a hand soft like a prepared noodles grabbed mine, so furious was I that I turned, but then I needed to write a book.
"Fine boy, I called severally but you paid not attention to me," she said. Her voice so innocent yet charming.
I took a deep breadth and gazed at her, she was a natural beauty, no fake boobs, no fake hair, no piercing any where visible. I was shocked, she was dammed gorgeous. Her skin was pale and flawless, delicate like her body. Tall I had guessed five or six feet and a little slender but she was young maybe 16 or 17.
I collapsed, not on the floor or any anything. Mostly inside. My heart resumed beating, my lungs filed with air, but I was boneless, weak as a kitten. What in the world has happened to me? Have I gone mad?
Mercifully I was with her as she walked me away from the road side like a dancer to the other side and whispered, "I'll give the best treat for the night if you're willing to pay. 500 naira for once and 2,000 naira for the night."
She wanted to take me places where I've never dream about. Wow, and truly, I needed her, her story for my book. She wasn't going to figure it out right now, but then, she needed my money so we heeded home.
At my apartment, we sat opposite each other, then came the question, "I was wondering," my voice more relaxed than a moment ago when I asked her home. "How do you feel sleeping with so many men?" I asked in a way as if I needed a group sex.
She was speechless.
Noticing her confidence had disappeared, I asked again,"Are you not a prostitute?"
The expression on her face only mean one thing, she was vulnerable.
I scooted my chair closer to her and gently hold her arm. My gaze and her rooted to the spot, she was incapable of turning away.
She took a deep breath as she tries to calm her thundering heart, then she began. "Papa died and mama refused to be betrothed to his younger brother as was the custom demand, so they chased us out without a dime. We took to the street and became beggars which enables us to it once in a three square meals.
"My father's relatives were barred from helping us, I was out of school but I was optimistic that somehow, I would make it in life and mama won't regret having her only child to be a woman.
"We were begging as usual by the road side, then I saw a car coming towards us. We ran out of fear but the car kept coming after us and honked. The driver came out and asked us to come, we did and found out it was my mother's old time friend.
"She took us home and after listening to our story, she promised to help by finding me a job.
"I was relieved by the word help and promised to do my best.
"She took me to Bayelsa State and I was told I'll sleep with ten men in one day. I declined because she never told me I'll become a prostitute. She furiously locked me without food or water. I was tired, famished and frustrated. I wept, I panicked, I begged but the other girls told me it would only be a matter of minutes and it would be over.
"Finally, I gave in my consent because I do not have any place to go. Besides, I and my mother would die of starvation." She sobs.
What a pathetic story. Tears flowed down my cheek as we were both soaked in tears.After a moment, I put my self together and consoled her.
The bed was ready, I walked her in to my bedroom as she shut the door behind me. I lay on a couch, but couldn't sleep that night.
The next morning, I could do little for her. Firstly, her money was doubled and the woman popularly called Madam T was arrested and is currently facing trail.Her lack of education made me secure a cleaning job for her in a cleaning firm own by a friend. Although, she is happy and hoped to save some money to further her education.
I therefore call on all relevant agencies to intensify its fight against child traffickers and the government to be bold enough to ban prostitution as well you reading this piece to enlighten others by sharing
Suddenly, a hand soft like a prepared noodles grabbed mine, so furious was I that I turned, but then I needed to write a book.
"Fine boy, I called severally but you paid not attention to me," she said. Her voice so innocent yet charming.
I took a deep breadth and gazed at her, she was a natural beauty, no fake boobs, no fake hair, no piercing any where visible. I was shocked, she was dammed gorgeous. Her skin was pale and flawless, delicate like her body. Tall I had guessed five or six feet and a little slender but she was young maybe 16 or 17.
I collapsed, not on the floor or any anything. Mostly inside. My heart resumed beating, my lungs filed with air, but I was boneless, weak as a kitten. What in the world has happened to me? Have I gone mad?
Mercifully I was with her as she walked me away from the road side like a dancer to the other side and whispered, "I'll give the best treat for the night if you're willing to pay. 500 naira for once and 2,000 naira for the night."
She wanted to take me places where I've never dream about. Wow, and truly, I needed her, her story for my book. She wasn't going to figure it out right now, but then, she needed my money so we heeded home.
At my apartment, we sat opposite each other, then came the question, "I was wondering," my voice more relaxed than a moment ago when I asked her home. "How do you feel sleeping with so many men?" I asked in a way as if I needed a group sex.
She was speechless.
Noticing her confidence had disappeared, I asked again,"Are you not a prostitute?"
The expression on her face only mean one thing, she was vulnerable.
I scooted my chair closer to her and gently hold her arm. My gaze and her rooted to the spot, she was incapable of turning away.
She took a deep breath as she tries to calm her thundering heart, then she began. "Papa died and mama refused to be betrothed to his younger brother as was the custom demand, so they chased us out without a dime. We took to the street and became beggars which enables us to it once in a three square meals.
"My father's relatives were barred from helping us, I was out of school but I was optimistic that somehow, I would make it in life and mama won't regret having her only child to be a woman.
"We were begging as usual by the road side, then I saw a car coming towards us. We ran out of fear but the car kept coming after us and honked. The driver came out and asked us to come, we did and found out it was my mother's old time friend.
"She took us home and after listening to our story, she promised to help by finding me a job.
"I was relieved by the word help and promised to do my best.
"She took me to Bayelsa State and I was told I'll sleep with ten men in one day. I declined because she never told me I'll become a prostitute. She furiously locked me without food or water. I was tired, famished and frustrated. I wept, I panicked, I begged but the other girls told me it would only be a matter of minutes and it would be over.
"Finally, I gave in my consent because I do not have any place to go. Besides, I and my mother would die of starvation." She sobs.
What a pathetic story. Tears flowed down my cheek as we were both soaked in tears.After a moment, I put my self together and consoled her.
The bed was ready, I walked her in to my bedroom as she shut the door behind me. I lay on a couch, but couldn't sleep that night.
The next morning, I could do little for her. Firstly, her money was doubled and the woman popularly called Madam T was arrested and is currently facing trail.Her lack of education made me secure a cleaning job for her in a cleaning firm own by a friend. Although, she is happy and hoped to save some money to further her education.
I therefore call on all relevant agencies to intensify its fight against child traffickers and the government to be bold enough to ban prostitution as well you reading this piece to enlighten others by sharing
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