It was a Sunday evening, a supposedly holy day for Christians. Traditionally, the major markets are closed in Onitsha, the commercial capital of Anambra State in South East Nigeria, and it is either a visiting day for the city dwellers or time to attend town union meetings. It is also a day to unwind at the various drinking joints.



Time was 6:45pm and this reporter was at the Lagos Park bypass near the Chisco Park to investigate an already conceived script from enquiries about some areas of the city, inhabited by women of easy virtue.
Dusk was gradually kissing the day goodbye and the area was bustling with a flurry of activities. Commercial cyclists (Okada) and motorists honked their horns while music blasted from the loud speakers of a nearby record store. Everyone seemed in a hurry either to get home or to complete other tasks before nightfall.

Travellers were boarding the night buses to Lagos even as motor park touts scouted for more passengers. This reporter sat on a plastic chair at Mama Nkechi’s kiosk where the middle-aged woman sold all kinds of spirits, local concoctions, kola and gin after getting her permission under the pretence that I was waiting for a brother traveling to Lagos that night.

While fiddling with my phone, the reporter’s “third” eye was also fixed on an unfolding scene nearby. Two young ladies clutching leather handbags and another black polythene bag popularly known as ‘walkie-talkie’ suddenly appeared from the opposite direction, near the Chisco Park toilet. They briefly exchanged pleasantries, scanned the environment and walked towards a lock-up stall painted in a popular noodles wrapper’s colour and began fiddling with their phones. Soon after, other ladies joined them.

One of them approached the Chisco Park gate and pretended to hang around when a man, probably in his late 50s, emerged from inside and handed her a big sack tied with a rope. She took the bag to the lock-up stall and in a jiffy, the other ladies helped her untie it and they used it to create an emergency room in front of the stall. Within seconds, two young men appeared carrying double wooden benches, which the ladies collected and placed inside the make-shift tent. By this time, their number had increased.

Another woman in wrapper and blouse with dark glasses covering her eyes, who sat beside this reporter at the ogogoro kiosk, rose from her seat, crossed to the other side of the road and also joined them. All the ladies, now over 20, pulled out the content of their ‘walkie-talkie’ polythene bags and began to UnCloth. Like a relay race where the athletes wait for the referee to shout on-your-marks, they all pulled off the semi-decent clothes they wore and changed into something wacky, provocative and all-revealing. In just two minutes, the jeans trousers, skirts and tops suddenly disappeared and.  .   .  .   .

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Not long ago the deputy senate president of the federation advocated, some might say subtly, for the legalization of P.rostitution.
he got attacked form every corner with rathers to this proposal, but the truth is that the nation Nigeria with her poverty level and social economic index at an all time low, high level of awareness- open-eye, internet ages and the very grith of the African , black man- our intimate prowess. mix all those together and what do you get ? AN EXPLOSION OF RAUNCHY AND DEBAUCHERY
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IF THE TRUTH MUST be told our society tolerates it, secretly relies it and more or less accepts it.
that is evident in the increasing marriage among these love peddlers.

most nigerian men dont want a professor that can't shake body.

who wants a professor wey no know wetin dey ?

the question i have for you people is do we as a nation embrace that call from our respected deputy senator and do away with the stigma of love peddling ?

if we abolish or criminalize this trade, profession , how would bachelors and widower- esp those not in the best of physical and financial fitness, hold body when the Harmattan session come calling?

the raining session ?

this life style is simply not sustainable

the government really needs to find a way to mitigate the effects of these acts. we simply cant allow prostitution erode away our morals and the very bedrock of our society.

the govt should establish rehabilitation centers to administer treatment to these people.

what's ur business, abi ur babe follow them?

^^ what kind of silly question is that? i am a man of God how dare you?

Dunno why Nigerian boys are facinated with LovePeddlers and prostitution.
Na curse?
How many threads about ashawos will this particular poster open in the name of our lord?

whats is wrong with you? if u have nothing to contribute probably u shd shut ur mouth up.

Man of God ko. . . .Man of ashewos ni!
Nor be ya mate be Abeboye?
Wey ya own private jet?
Nwa "IKPA" man of God!

I am a man of God, stop insulting ur father.

Adeboye is nothing where I am, cos he that is in me is greater than he that is in the world.