No woman in her right senses would willingly choose to be a Prostitute.
Here is Nlanmi's sad tale:
I was born happy and full of energy and vigour. I love talking, singing, writing, drawing and dancing. My parents were head pastors of a really big church and barely had time for me and my siblings.
One day at church, a girl called me to toilet in church, and began touching my private part. I didn't know if what she did was right or wrong. I mean she was way older, I was barely 5, she was up to 11 or 12. She told me never to tell anyone (including my parents). I didn't. I looked forward to Sundays, when she'd finger me all over and make me feel so sweet.
At school, I kept friends who talked dirty. I wasn't doing good at all. I grew up into an Aggressive girl. My Sexual Abuse didn't end with my lesbian friend, but with other people. I got abused by older men in the neighborhood. I got abused by a lesbian cousin too. I got abused by Uncle Timo. I got abused Uncle Dele. I got abused Uncle Segun. Gosh! I have lost count already. They played with my privates, and traumatized me Psychologically.
At 9, I began having actual Sex. I had this boyfriend (a year or two older than me). All I knew was Sex! I knew no life outside it. At 12, I got tired. I attended this camp meeting where someone was honest enough to tell me about Sexual Abuse. For the first time in my life, I opened up to somebody. She prayed for me, asked Jesus to heal me and forgive me. For the first, I knew all I've been through wasn't my fault at all. I promised never to have sex with anyone again. I collected her contact. But, I didn't have a phone then. She had promised to always support me, but somehow, I lost her contact.
For 2 years, I tried being good, buy at 14, I got neck deep into Masturbation. I watched lots of pornography too. My life was no doubt a mess! I fought and fought, but couldn't help myself. At 16, I was always depressed, I always got drunk and smoked. I couldn't complete my SS3. I couldn't write waec. I ran out of home. My parents were disappointed. I met Dubby. A young man, who could understand my plight. He helped me heal gradually. Our friendship was heaven on Earth. He was like the first true friend I've ever had. He treated me with such love, and affection. At 17, I got pregnant for him. I told him. Instantly, he changed. Yes, we lived together. Even though the child was 5 months, he insisted we terminated it. Alas! All men are animals! Dubby took me to quacks who made me loose my womb. Yes, I'm wombless! Dubby left me right at the clinic. That was the last time I set my eye on him.
After months of crying, there's nothing more left in life. Dubby had infected me with Gonorrhea (and it was at the late stage). I was doomed! I tried commiting suicide severally, but didn't succeed.
Sis, there's nothing else left. No single happiness in me. Let me just spread my legs for every dick I see. Let me just get as much money as I can from the men. And yes, give them this veneral disease!
©AGU GODSDELIGHT CHIMBUCHI (PaulDeBuch)
N/B: True life story with name changed.
