Inside Okon’s room, I was naked before a man for the first time. I was confused if it were really my parents, hunger or greed that took me there. I made up my mind to give to him whatever he will want from me provided I have money to live like an average female teenager.
It will be difficult for me to forget holding a man’s manhood for the first time and even sucking it too. Okon fondled, caressed and touched every part of me before having intercourse with me. It was a painful and pleasant experience. It is better felt than told. I left his house later in the night, ashamed but delighted because he offered me enough money to buy soap, cream and pant, though I didn’t tell him my problem. He even asked when I was coming again and that to me, meant when I was coming again for money.
When I got home that night, I expected trouble from my mama but alas, she came and opened the door for me. She didn’t even ask where I was and why I stayed that late. The following morning I bought myself soap at a nearby store. My Mama did not asked me the source of the money, instead was asking me why I didn’t buy other detergent too.
From weekly to daily basis, I kept going to Okon’s house. His house now offered me daily meal, I mean quality meals. He bought everything have always wanted for me and I also won my mama’s respect and admiration. Papa was not left out as he occasionally asked me money for snuff which I willingly offered.
The game however changed when I became pregnant and Okon fled from the village. Mama swore she won’t have a grandchild without an in-law. Okon kept telling me he wasn’t ready for parental responsibility, one day when I visited him, I discovered the house was vacant, Okon fled the village overnight.
Friends and even my mama suggested I should abort the baby. I didn’t have enough money to pay for an abortion at the moment. I approached my mama; she swore she won’t contribute a dime. My Mama later brought Christy, her friend’s daughter to see me. Christy was a beautiful, rich and elegant looking middle woman, often adorned in expensive attires. Everyone in the village believed she is into exportation business in Lagos.
Christy offered to help me. She suggested I hid the pregnancy and follow her to the city where she will introduce me to rich and influential clients. Without Papa’s knowledge and approval, I followed Christy to LAGOS the following day.
In Lagos, Christy immediately facilitated money for my abortion. The fetuses were twins. Though the process was not painful, I couldn’t sleep that night. I tried by every means possible to justify my action. I kept rationalizing it was fair that I aborted the children to save them from going through what I did under the helpless and watchful eyes of my parents. The abortion in my conclusion was their salvation, my salvation and Okon’s salvation and of course the salvation of the whole world from new sets of paupers.
Christy let me have some few days of rest. She fed me very well and even bought me new sets of clothing. She insisted I must now look like a town girl. The free meal and accompanying generosity suddenly come to a halt after a week. Conditions, again, set in. I must work to earn a living!
I tried to make a difference. All my attempts to get a decent job failed. Men even took undue advantage of my desperateness to get a job. They insist on having sex with me and even passed me to other men and when it became obvious things won’t get any better, I accepted my fate as a full time professional prostitute.
Finding clients wasn’t difficult. Charity carefully selected men who can and will be willing to pay me more. More often, I made in a night, money that my parents couldn’t make in a year. Men pay more for wild sex. I initially rejected such offers but at a point, the quest for more money impelled me. They say I even did it better than other girls they have ever met.
I handled pastors, professors, medical doctors and all kinds of professionals you will never expect will patronize prostitutes. They way the weep when I handled them is what I will never forget. It was very common while the sex was going, to see a man cry and even offer to pay me more money if I let him put off the condom. For the sake of money to make my parents happy, I often willingly did, if the man looks healthier but that was my albatross at the long run.
More money, more sex ordeals and suddenly more sexually transmitted diseases and in less than a year I was suspected of being an HIV positive. I did a secret test and had only confided it to Christy but alas the information leaked. Clients and colleagues started avoiding, business generally declined at our centre. Charity suggested I have to return to the village, she accused me of wrecking her business.
I returned to the village after a year with enough money. I willingly surrendered most of the earning to my parents but my health deteriorated faster than before. The Doctor said I should continue with the anti-retro-viral drugs. Am still on it but to what end, I no longer know.
Truth is, am going to die soon, maybe in a year or two or more or even less as I will not wait for my health to deteriorate like that of the HIV patients have been seeing on pictures.
I have but one advice for parents. They should have less number of children, love and take care of them as much as possible. Children irrespective of sex should not be allowed to fend for themselves at tender ages unless we want a world dominated by prostitutes and criminals. My story should teach them a lesson!Read Part one on