Where is this tarkwa bay i read an article about the place sounds really bad here is some of what was written

By HENRY UMAHI (umahi@sunnewsonline.com) and GILBERT EKEZIE
Saturday, February 7, 2009

A first time visitor to Tarkwa Bay, a Lagos island, cannot but marvel at the wonders of nature. Located at the Atlas cove, it is a place to love and to weep for. Indeed, it is an island of fun and shame.

Almost cut off from the glare of the prying eyes, getting to Tarkwa Bay is not a piece of cake. Being an island, it is not a place to go by the lily-livered, especially when the waves are angry as well as raging and the visitor knows nothing about swimming. A trip to the place, from Mekwe beach (jetty) near Bonny Camp on Lagos Island, could only be done by speed canoe. The trip takes only 15 minutes at break neck speed.

Sex epidemic

At Tarkwa Bay, night is like daytime, especially during the weekends. Fun is without limit. To talk about “zipping up” or sexual restraint in Tarkwa Bay is to talk gibberish. Around every corner, sex crawls like a disease. Pubescent girls and not-so-young ladies dressed in skimpy attires barter their company to men who have money and willing to spend it. It is common to see couples kissing and smooching openly, irrespective of the number of eyes fixed in their direction. Some of the girls hand over sexual favours, just after some drinks. Indeed, sex is cheap at Tarkwa Bay.

To get a girl for sexual satisfaction is simple and easy. What any man in heat needs is to walk into one of the drinking joints and place an “order.” Indeed, the waiters and waitresses at the drinking joints are also pimps. They connect any willing man with girls who are ready for sex any time and anywhere.

When Saturday Sun visited Tarkwa Bay, the experience at Ona’s bar was a journey into iniquity. Our correspondent told the attendant, who gave her name as Esther, that he needed a female company. The waitress smiled and said it was no big deal. Pronto, she called her friend, Queen. Incidentally, there was nothing queenly about Queen, except that she was a hawker of flesh. After taking her seat, she quickly ordered a bottle of Guinness stout and two sticks of Benson & Hedges cigarette. She lit one cigarette and dropped the other inside the cleavage between her two breasts. Then she began guzzling beer, like fish and puffed away her cigarette recklessly.

While our correspondent was walking round the beach, to discover his environment, and wanted to urinate, Queen insisted on holding his manhood for him. When the reporter rejected her offer, she took offence. To prove that urinating in front of a woman or man was no big deal, she pulled down her trousers and began to urinate right in front of the correspondent and in broad daylight, oblivious of passersby. She had no panties under the jeans trousers.

Later, Queen offered our correspondent Indian hemp and said it makes sex “sweeter.” She eventually parted ways with our correspondent when he refused to buy her Indian hemp, as she requested. And to spite the reporter, she bought the stuff herself and puffed away merrily.

With Queen gone, Jane was willing to take her place. A 21-year-old hot head, she had no limit to what she could do. She wore a deep V-necked blouse, with her breasts almost jumping out. Her blouse was short and exposed her navel and the jeans trousers she wore had low flap, which ensured that a part of her buttocks was exposed.

is this place really in lagos??

nagos near lagos nigeria

Sun News again?! *sigh* Perhaps you'll let go of this daily when u read ur obito in it. . . These people write anything to sell.