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Episode 13: The Day Started to Break


Lisbon Portugal 2005


“Is that why you shouted as if you saw your father’s manhood?” Jane asked.
I looked at her with surprise. “What?”

Dedicated to Chief MKO Abiola. “Those who died while defending their rights, died for defending the rights of others”

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL!
Still awaiting the safe return of a friend who left for Egypt over 7years ago!

Women are their own problems from time immemorial, and men the benefactors.

I'm all teary like a cry baby..........

Zubby77,
You are a thriller. Your mastery of romance fiction tells much about the highly imaginative powers of your mind. Keep up the good works.

ENEONWO:
Zubby77,
You are a thriller. Your mastery of romance fiction tells much about the highly imaginative powers of your mind. Keep up the good works.

Weldone Nwanne.
I see you.

But why are u updating more on nairaland than ur site

great story. Don't keep us waiting for the rest of the store plz

sbabimbola:


THE STRUGGLE IS REAL!
Still awaiting the safe return of a friend who left for Egypt over 7years ago!

Women are their own problems from time immemorial, and men the benefactors.

I'm all teary like a cry baby..........

Sorry about your friend. Truth is people do not know how much they have until they see the other side.

Episode 14: First Day In The Field

For the next two days, I stayed indoors and cried. I didn't know who to call. It suddenly occurred to me that I didn’t even know where Madam Grace lived. Mary and Jane didn’t help matters, if there was anything; they made things worse for me.

“All of us did the same thing when we came here but as soon as you start sleeping with men, you will forget about every other thing. It is not as bad as you think,” Mary said to me during one of my crying games.
What was she talking about?

“I want to see Madam Grace; can you take me to her house?” I asked.
Mary said Grace lived with her husband and would not allow me to visit where she lived. She also said that Madam Grace instructed them to take me to the street to learn the prostitution work; otherwise there won’t be food for me. The worst part of my situation was that I had no money.

“I just want to tell her that I prefer to be staying at the shop,” I said.

After laughing at me, Mary said that I was not brought to Portugal to stay at the shop.
“We were in the same situation like you but that was when we newly arrived here. You will get used to the system sooner or later, it’s up to you.”
My situation was that of a helpless girl. Each minute that passed left me wondering how I didn’t see that coming. It seemed my Dad knew something like that would happen. He seemed to have known that Madam Grace wasn’t what she said she was. The major question on my mind was how God allowed Madam Grace to donate her filthy money in the Church. There should have been a way to strike her down rather than accepting the money she donated to the Church.
I didn’t know what to make out of the entire thing. Back in Nigeria, every young girl in my area wanted to follow Grace to Portugal. The question was how many of us knew what we were going to witness there in Portugal.
************
I made my entry into the street on the third day. I remembered asking Mary to give me money to buy bread. She refused and said I needed to go out and make my own money like they all did.

“I will follow you to the street in the evening, just give me the money, I am very hungry,” I said.
Mary eventually gave me 5 Euros and asked that I pay her back as early as the next day.

By 4pm on that day, Mary gave me some tight clothes to wear. She said I would buy my own clothes as soon as I start sleeping with men.
With my handbag hoisted on my shoulder, I followed Mary to an area called Rossio. I didn’t know what to say or do; I just stood with her at a point near the entrance of a large building. It didn’t take more than thirty minutes before our first customer showed up. He was a white man, about 40 years old.
“This one is my customer. You will stand here and wait for another man. I will be back in an hour,” Mary said.
I was suddenly left alone in the street without any sense of direction or purpose. I had no phone yet which meant that I couldn’t call anybody if anything went wrong.
I was still wondering what to do next when a man walked up to me.

“I don’t know you here,” he said.
He was white too.

“I am new here,” I replied.

He asked how much he will pay me. I didn’t know the next thing to tell him. Mary didn’t cover that angle yet.

“I don't know.”

“Come with me,” he said.

I stared at him for a while before I asked, “Where are we going?”

He said we were going to his house. I didn’t know where his house was and I didn’t even know anywhere.

“Where is your house?”

He said it wasn’t far from where we were standing. I asked if he would bring me back to where we were and he said he will.

That was how I followed my first customer, a total stranger, to his apartment.
He was a teacher according to him. He said he came to teach English in Portugal from Dublin; wherever that was. Books and a laptop could be seen carefully arranged on the table. The single room apartment was on the third floor of a large building.

“Would you like to drink something?” He asked.
“Yes, do you have malt?” I asked.

He said he didn’t have malt but there was orange juice and beer in the fridge.
I opened the fridge and brought out the orange juice, poured some in a cup and drank in one gulp. I was trying to deflate the tension in me. I was about to sleep with a stranger for money and I wondered if God will ever forgive me. It seemed to me that the only thing I could do to avoid being a street girl was to kill myself. That option was off the table at the moment, I wasn’t going to kill myself yet. I would wait for an opportunity to run away. It had occurred to me that I could run away irrespective of the oath I was made to take. I was brought up to know that the deities had no powers to harm me. My father was a priest and all my life, I was brought up in the Church.
I couldn’t also figure out how God allowed such things to happen to me. According to our Bible teachers, God knew everything before they happen. Why then didn’t He do something about my situation?

I was still wondering what next to do when my customer returned from the bathroom; he had only a towel tied around his waist.

Attaboy was ready.

My eyes were straight on his as I watched him smiled and walked to where I was. He held my hand and asked if I brought condom with me.
I shook my head negatively.

“You are new indeed,” he said as he opened a drawer.

A roll of condoms jumped into his hand. Since I was sitting on the bed, all he needed to do was to push me slightly down on my back and started squeezing my young breasts.
I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to him. We haven’t even concluded on how much I was going to get. I didn’t know how Mary and Jane negotiated with their customers.

“How much are you going to give me?” I suddenly asked as he attempted to pull down my skirt.

“I have 50 Euros for you.”

I didn’t yet know the value of Euros and how it was used but I also didn’t know if I was supposed to ask for more or not. Since he was being nice and gentle, I said nothing as he tore through my clothes and started inserting his finger inside my honey pot. It was a little painful but I was determined to land the 50 Euros by all means. I needed money to buy a phone because Mary said that was the first thing I must do.

"The game just started and you never forget your first.”

Goody... Tnx Op for the update

can't help it bt applause dis great job, kip it up bro. More greese 2 ur elbow

What a risk!

Your descriptive prowess is top notch.....it's like am watching a movie. Thanks for ur consistent update.

Where is oga frank317, lit.sect. is resurrecting.

Oga zubby, I have been an ardent follower of your threads from the days of there and back on time, I don't know the words to describe you with, it's just overwhelming how you write so well and I can picture it all so vividly, but Bros come update na, I was looking forward to closing time at work so I can come an continue the story but I ain't seeing nothing. Don starve us too much biko . Thumbs up man!

RSAV:
This writer is nothing but super!!

na strong hand naa.... Aka ochie u kw warram saying..... He is the living BOSS.

This new jeniffer story is highly powered by the ladies....... Ritababe Pweetyz sbabimbola countrygirl misspeggy spdazzy slimpresh
make dey watch....... *coversface*

enjoying the story

Jennifer dear, welcome to reality. I am just glad you had a happy ending.

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Episode 15: Welcome to the Club

An hour and half later, my first customer took me back to the street where he picked me up. He told me to go back alone after handing the promised 50 Euros to me but when I told him that I was new and didn’t know anywhere, he agreed to take me back.

Mary was back before I returned. Jane was there as well as two other Edo girls I haven’t seen before. They all cheered me as if I had won a lottery.
“Welcome to the club,” one of them shouted.
I was ashamed and couldn’t look them in the eyes.

“How much did he give you?” Mary asked.
I fumbled in my bag and brought out the 50 Euro note I received.

“Let’s go and buy phone first,” she said as she motioned me to follow her.

I followed Mary to a store where we bought a small Nokia phone. We also bought a Sim card and the two items took all of the 50 Euros. Mary even gave me another 10 Euros to buy two packs of condoms; she said I would pay her back the money as soon as I get it.

Back in the street, we changed positions and waited for more men. When another man showed up, Mary asked me to follow him. She gave me her phone number and asked me to call her when I return.
I followed my second man of the day to a hotel room. He didn’t waste time before fiddling with my breast.

“You haven’t told me how much you will give me,” I suddenly said as he grabbed my breasts.

“The price is the same since last year, are you new?” he asked.
I nodded.

“Your money is 50,” he said.
I nodded and allowed him to continue what he was doing.

50 Euros was huge to me. The first one I made was able to purchase my first ever mobile phone and a Sim card. The second 50 Euros was surely going to do more for me.

By the time I returned to the street, many more girls have come out; each and every one of them chewing gum loudly. It seemed I still had a lot to learn.

“Who is this one?” one of the girls said, she was pointing at me.
“They said Madam Grace brought her last week,” another girl said.
“Who told her to work here?” The first girl asked.
“I don’t know but they said Mary brought her without telling anybody,” the second girl answered.

Mary was nowhere to be found; I needed her to be around me because the way the girls talked, it was a matter of time before one of them asks me to leave the area.

“How old are you?” The first girl asked me.
She was about 24 and very slim.

“18 years,” I said, hoping to attract pity to myself.

“That’s cool. You still have many years to work. Madam Grace is lucky,” she said.

I didn’t know the meaning of what she said but I also knew that it was just a matter of time before I become one of them fully.
I was tired and needed to go home. I had suddenly become a girl who didn’t have zex for years, to a girl who had zex twice with two strangers in three hours. That was a record I was never going to hold dear or be proud of.
I silently prayed that an opportunity to run away will someday soon present itself. I prayed that I will find a way to return to Nigeria; that was all I wanted to do. I was in hell already and I believed that it was just the beginning.

I was right because the following two weeks were the worst nightmare I ever experienced.
It didn’t take much time for Madam Grace to contact me. Mary gave her my phone number and she called that evening.
“My dear, I am sorry for not having time for you yet. A lot of things needed my attention but I will be free this evening. I will ask Mary to bring you to the shop,” Grace said.

I didn’t know how to respond to what she said, so I just kept quiet until she finished and asked if I understood what she said. I wanted to yell at her on the phone but it was going to be of no use. I needed to tell her whatever I wanted when we meet again. According to Mary, she was going to come for me sooner or later. Mary said I would pay a lot of money to Grace eventually.

“This is how it works here. Madam Grace will tell you how much you must balance her before she let you go. We are all paying to her as well. I came here last year but I have paid 10,000 Euros already. If I continue to give her the money the way I do, I will be free before five years. Immediately I finish paying her, she will break the oath she made me take and release me, then I will be free to make my own money,” Mary had said.
At that stage, I realized I was a slave in Portugal. I was just there to make Madam Grace rich so that she could return to Benin City with another Mercedes and more donation to God and his priests at the Church. My blood was going to be used to feed the Pastors and his cronies.

I knew my father’s phone number offhand but I was afraid to contact him with my predicament. I recalled he tried to stop me from going but failed. I didn’t eventually know why he allowed me to go but I was sure my mother had a hand in it. I was ashamed to call and tell him what was happening to me in Portugal. He would surely disown me if he found that out. As a result I decided to wait for a month before talking to him. I figured that by then, I would be strong enough to sustain whatever insult and threat he would throw at me.

Days crawled slowly as we continued our street business. It didn’t take much time before I started calling myself a Prostitute. It has been done, I was a Prostitute and the initial shame that came with that name disappeared after just one week.
We would stay in the street for hours sometimes without seeing any man. Sometimes we would return home without any money. After the first week, I had 500 Euros in my bag. It was a lot of money because Mary told me how much it was worth in Nigeria.
I thought the money was mine until that day when Mary lectured me on how much I would have to balance Madam Grace before I could start making my own money. But judging from the stress and dangers associated with the kind of things I did, I was sure I won’t last for two months out there. I was going to run away as soon as the opportunity comes. I was never going to spend five or six years sleeping with different men just to offset a debt I didn’t sign in the first place. The deities would have a field day dealing with me but nothing was going to stop me from running away, my friend Mary didn’t know just that. She would have to find out on her own when it happened because no one would stop me; no one; not even myself.

"And whether I succeed or not at the end, I must have applied the best of myself to the task at hand"

This is beautifully written Zubby, more grease to your elbow

Sigh Breathing heavily Tryin to catch my breath Am finally up to speed Oga zubby carry go

Captivating,ride ön Zubby

Zuby u r good kip it up

Reconnecting the Jennifer episode from Life On The Run. It's impressive how you link the different stories together in one. I mean your story, Maria's, and now Jennifer's. It's simply captivating.

18wheeler:
Reconnecting the Jennifer episode from Life On The Run. It's impressive how you link the different stories together in one. I mean your story, Maria's, and now Jennifer's. It's simply captivating.

thats the Boss doing...... It only applies to one..... Zuby77. Boss of Life and after life.

#Stillirun

update o please.....ah need dis story

Danemmy:
update o please.....ah need dis story

Apologies for no update today.
I made a quick exit to Hong Kong and couldn't write.
Updates resume tomorrow.

...And still we Run...

ZUBY77:


Apologies for no update today.
I made a quick exit to Hong Kong and couldn't write.
Updates resume tomorrow.

...And still we Run...

Boss Zubby, if you like run to pulse club in Orlando, am Sha running with you sir. ..

you too much. biko

Episode 16: The Coming of the King

I met with Madam Grace at the shop. She was there before I arrived.
As soon as I saw her, all the threats and anger I harbored against her disappeared.
She was there with two Edo men who seemed to be her bodyguard or something not far from it. Perhaps she thought I would become violent or maybe their presence didn't concern me.
She knew I was angry but based on experience, she must have seen such things from her previous girls.

“Sit down Jennifer. I was told you have started going to work. Mary told me you are doing fine,” Grace said.
She was adamantly smiling and seemed not to care if I was selling out my dignity or not.

I didn’t say a word as she continued. “I know you must be angry but we were all angry when we were first brought here. Yes, someone brought me to Europe just like I did for you. At first, it usually seemed as if you can’t do it or survive it but it will become part of you. There is money in this business. You have seen the things I did with money in Nigeria and here. One day, you will be free to make your own money.”

What was this evil woman talking about?
She made the choice of being a Prostitute for me and she was there trying to defend her actions.

“How much did you make for the week?” She eventually asked when it was clear to her that I wasn’t interested in saying a word.

“I don’t know,” I said.

I watched as one of the men dashed forward and grabbed my bag from me. He opened it and brought out the small bundle of money squeezed inside the small pocket in the bag.

“550 Euros,” he said as he handed the money to Madam Grace.

“You see what I mean;” Madam Grace said to me, “Look at how much you already saved. If you keep it up this way, you will be free in four years time, and then you will start making your own money. You are going to pay 45000 Euros. That is for the money I spent on you from Nigeria to this place. I also added the profit I will make out of the deal. These two men will be coming to collect money from you every week. If you refuse to give them money, they have my orders to deal with you. Ask Mary what they did to her when she refused to pay me. I don’t want anyone to harm you in this country but if you refuse to give me my money, I will surely allow them to hurt you really bad,” Grace said.

“Is this what you told my parents I would be doing when I come here?” I managed to blurt out.
It was time to speak up or remain silent forever. I knew whatever I said would be bad for me but I didn’t care anymore. If she as much as wished to send me back to Nigeria, I would gladly accept that offer.

“Your parents need money. Whatever I told them is no longer relevant. All you need to do is to work hard and buy your freedom on time so that you can be able to send them money,” Grace said.

Mary was inside a room behind the store where Madam Grace used as private beer parlour. However the room also served as a short-time hideout for special men. She didn’t hear what Madam Grace was saying to me but then I guessed she went through the same process too.

I left the store without any money. According to Mary, I was expected to go straight out to the street and make more money as if I kept any man there to wait for me.
*****

Life in the street continued for another week until that evening when he approached me where I was standing. He was the first black person to approach me since I made my entry into the street. He had a small bottle of Johnny Walker which he occasionally sipped. He talked as if he was nervous to be with a woman. I on the other hand seized the opportunity to be in control of whatever we were going to talk about; after all he seemed to me like a drunk.

“What’s your name?” he had asked.

“I am here for business, not question and answer. What do you want?” I fired back at him.

“Well, I am here to look for a beautiful girl to keep me company. You fit the description of what I am looking for. So how do we go about it?” he said

“I don’t do black people. I heard they don’t pay well,” I said.
I was already bold in just two weeks. I was proud of myself but I never forgot my plans to run away when I have the opportunity. I wasn’t going to remain a Prostitute for long. I was not created for such things. I just needed a quiet happy life.

“Well, how much will it cost me?” He asked.

“Do you want short time or daybreak?” I fired.
The sound of the gum I was chewing made me sound like a professional Prostitute already; it gave me a lot of balance and confidence.

“Jenny, make sure that boy have money before you follow him,” Mary shouted from a distance.

“I am not following him to anywhere,” I shouted back at Mary.

“Oh, you are following me to my place because you are here to make money and I have money. Here is how this thing works, if you don’t follow me, I am going up to your friend there and ask her to follow me. If she likes, I will give her money here before we even leave this place. So it’s either you tell me how much it will cost for you to spend the night with me or I go to her,” he said as he pointed at Mary.
He had a lot of confidence.
It wasn’t difficult to know that he was serious. I knew Mary well enough to know that she would follow him as long as money was involved.

“If you are sure you have money, show me,” I said.
He laughed before he brought out his wallet.
Sure, more than enough Euros were carefully arranged inside the wallet; even some 500 Euro notes I never touched in my entire life. My heartbeat skipped a bit as the thought of grabbing his wallet flashed on my mind.

“Where do you live?” I asked.

“I don’t know the name of the place but it’s not far from here. It’s just a 5 minutes taxi drive. I am new here and don’t know the name of all the places yet.”

I didn’t need any more permission from Mary or anybody before I decided to follow Solomon. Yes, that was his name, Solomon Ebot.

As we drove to his apartment with a cab, He said he was from Germany and that he came to look around in Portugal.
I liked him instantly, he was funny and all smiles at all times. I guessed the whisky he was sipping is playing some tricks with his head but that was not my business. My major business was to find a way to steal his wallet. The money I saw in it was extremely tempting and if I ever had the opportunity to steal the wallet, nothing would stop me from doing that. At that stage of my sinful life, I no longer saw stealing as a sin. Prostitution itself dwarfed every other sin to me because it had to do with my body which I was told, was the temple of God.

"The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless"

one pepsi for u oga zuby.....thumbs up

Danemmy:
one pepsi for u oga zuby.....thumbs up

Thanks but I prefer my Jack Daniel's