“When A Man Stop Me, He Has Just Three Words In His Head, But Because Men Are So Afraid Of Women, Instead Of Saying , “I Want Sex” He will say “I love you”

Somewhere In South South Nigeria

“I’m a liar” That was how my introduction started. She didn’t seem to understand my English, so she clean her ears and stare back at me.
“Sorry, I didn’t get that” She said
I was confused at her response, because from my calculations when I first entered this place, good english was not a selling commodity, people appreciated “broken or pidgin english”
“Sorry, what I’m trying to say is that I’m a storyteller, I lie for a living”

Her smiles eat out words from my mouth and I suddenly become dump. So I staggered to find a seat for myself since she didn’t offer me a seat.

“You are so funny” she shakes my hands and introduced herself to me.
She was a law student in her mid-twenties, but like many others before her, she was part of the Sex and business process or simply put “a Sex worker”
I told her my mission and she was ready to help me out.

As a storyteller, I wanted to live my dreams, I wanted to search and report real time stories and thoughts. So when my brother brought about the idea of Trendiee, I jumped up knowing I will have to go from house to house, street to Street to find and documents real time stories. Of a truth, stories can transform the World.

Today is the 328 day in the year 2016. It’s a warm and mild Wednesday, for the records, this is diary entry 205.

“I don’t blame anybody, I’m not happy being a Sex worker, but I have no choice” She collected my phone to make sure I was not recording her voice.

“You can trust me, no photos, no names, I Promise, I just want to know what inspired you to be a Sex worker” I tried to be nice.

“we don’t trust people, we don’t feel, in our World, feeling and trust is a weakness that is not tolerated, it’s purely, business, pay as you fu*k”

“Sorry, I don’t even know what am doing, you should go”
As I was struggling to respond, my phone rang.
“It’s your mum” She hands me my phone. I spoke with my Mother for about 5 minutes, by the time I was done, she was very ready to share her experience.

“When a man stop me, he has just three words in his head, but because men are so afraid of women, instead of saying, “I want sex” He will say “I love you”

She smiled and continue
“If you do it to me, I will simply correct you, you want business or love? The sharp ones will say business, then we will just negotiate the price and within few minutes am done, the foolish ones will say love, I hate the word love but I like the fools sometimes, They Can make you smile, but the process can linger for days, weeks, months or even years but oneday, they will still request for Sex, which is what attracted them to you. Men and Sex, I wonder what wrong with them” she paused and sip a glass of water.

“Wait! Who told you about me? ” she became so furious, within few seconds she was something else, a terror, trying to force me to speak.
“nobody, I…. I….”
“I don’t trust you, I don’t believe you, I want to know who, tell me please”

“I’m a storyteller, like I said, I…..”
“I see, you are still trying to play fast, if you are not willing to cooperate I won’t say anymore”
I drop some money on the table, order for fresh fish stew with some bottle of drinks. She smiled at my foolishness.

“I didn’t request for money, I just wanted to know”
She move close to me and hold me close to her body. For 2 minutes I was completely dump, I couldn’t understand what my hormones were trying to communicate with my body system.

“Abel, what do you feel when I touched you?” she asked
“I don’t understand what you mean, but I.. ”

“Shhh… I don’t need your answer, you are a strong man, you see a woman touch is very important, people pay for it, but I just gave you free of charge, do you know why?”

By this time, I was so confused I didn’t know what to say or what to believe, so I just shake my head in disagreement.
“You are not like most men, you would have struggled to touch me, you would have done something funny but you didn’t, I will tell you what you need to know”

The fish stew was served and two other ladies joined our table.
Few miles from the Hotel was a police station and interestingly, 38% of their customers were police officers.
“Sometimes, it’s free, sometimes they pay, but we are going just fine”

She joined the business when she was 15 after she lost her mother. Since she was born into a polygamous home, her father didn’t want to see her and her little brother after their mother’s death.

“I had to take him and escape, I didn’t know where to run to, we stayed at a Church building from one week, but when the Pastor started asking me for Sex, we had to leave. I ended up here that night when we were finding shelter from the rain, They took me in, gave my brother a place to sleep, brush me up and introduced me to the business. I’ve been here for about 7 years, My brother just started Mechanical engineering and am a 400 level law student, I have my apartment but I still come here once a while, like they say, you can never forget where you get shelter from the rain”

I had been with her for just 2 hours but it was as if I had known her for a year.
“Can we take a walk? ” she asked.
We stood up and walk out of the hotel, took some pictures of the streets, by the time we get back to the hotel, the police were everywhere.

” How do you know they will come? ” I asked her.
She smiled at me.
“Don’t worry, there is so much you must learn about the power of woman, thank you for coming” She kissed my hands and I trekked down the street to meet my next victim.

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Written by Abel Udoekene Jnr

Abel is a blogger, a social media strategist and a small business influencer.

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