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she was devastated.

her legs began to shake.

tears began to drip from her eyes.

Maggie was angry and sorry at the same time for her friend.

"mama, shey I tell you say make you no dey play without protection?"

she was confused.
she had never had se..x with any man unprotected.

she had always insisted.

no matter how much the men offered to pay she always stood her ground.

she looked at her friend and knew she was disappointed in her.

"Maggie, no be so o, I never sleep with any man without protection".

she then realized her period was approximately thirteen days late, she had never experienced delay in her cycle.

she didn't know what to do if she was truly pregnant.

she didn't believe she was pregnant.

she was a specie whose D.N.A was corrupt the worst she could do was bringing up a child of her kind of gene.

she was lost in thought.

her confusion grew as her thinking became distorted.

she heard her roommate saying.

"if you talk say you never play without rubber, then there's hope".

she stressed the last part of hope well

"it dey happen a times, your period fit delay because of too much stress, make we go buy pregnancy strip, make we use confam if Belle Don enter or not."


hearing the part she felt a bit relieved, she held onto the tiny hope of not being pregnant.

she ran to the toilet confused but she needed to do it.

to pray.

she prayed, for the first time since she was introduced into the line of business.

she prayed from her heart.

she asked God not to give life to anything in her stomach.

for she was poor and cursed.

she murdered her family.

she was a prostitute.

she had no money.

she explained to GOd the reasons why she shouldn't be pregnant.

as she talked she cried.

this wasn't her usual cry.

it was a cry of pain.

a cry of hopelessness.

a cry of frustration.

a cry of loss.

a cry of self pity.

she was crying for the person she had become.

she cried until all her tears dried.

she felt a sense of relief.

she had a feeling her prayer had been answered.

she washed her face and went back to her room feeling light


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thirty minutes later Maggie came back with the pregnancy test strip.

she didn't want to undergo the test for she knew she wasn't pregnant.

Maggie forced her.

she peed in a small cup.

Maggie collected it.

thirty seconds later.

the result came out.

two tiny bright red lines appeared.

she was indeed and undoubtedly pregnant.

Maggie shook her head.


the girl understood.

two hot drops of urine fell.

she became dizzy.

her encounter with okuku in the brothel passage was one she would never forget in a hurry.
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hours passed.

days passed.

and soon it became a month.
she was carried away.

she had little time to think.

to retrospect.

she was all for the money.

awed by money.

she had learnt to confront her fears.

fight the hunted faces in her dreams.

she thought she was in charge of her life.

thought she controlled it.

little did she know that life had no brakes.

soon enough it dawned on her.

she noticed the changes.

the swollen breast.

tingling nipples.

excess appetite.

nausea.

painful se..x.

she blamed it on her job.

the men.

never did she think of what was happening until someone drew her attention to it.

the person was Maggie.

it happened one fateful morning, she woke up late, complaining of body pains- waist pains.

she complained of feeling ill.

of having nausea.

Maggie said something.

a question.

which change her life forever.

"mama, I think you re pregnant".

then it dawned on her.

she had missed her period.

she almost fainted.

her whole world came crashing.

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her name was okuku.

small but fearless.
she wasn't the type of person to be joked with.

where ever she found herself, she sought to dominate.

and indeed she dominated.

she was fearless and yet feared.

she hate competitors, be below her, don't cross your boundary and you are good to go.

she was 26 years old, a rebellious child from birth.

her story wasn't similar or familiar with that of other se..x workers.

hers was different.

completely different.

it wasn't like the typical story of young girls who were maltreated, hungry, homeless or orphaned.

hers was a different ball game.

okuku grew up in a normal family not anything like a dysfunctional one. in fact her father was a pastor.

her mother was an envagelist.

she was the fourth child of a family of three boys and two girls.

okuku knew she was different from a very young age.

as young as the age of six.

she was manipulative and a pretender.

her father was too busy to be close with his children, he had a daily routine of church to work to bed.

he wasn't close to them.
they were strangers to him.

he believed his wife should look after the wellbeing of his kids, his was to provide the financial means.

her mother was worst.
she was naive, a gossip who left her kids in the hands of several maids and house helps.

little wonder why she was raped at the age of five.

she didn't tell anyone.
her mother was too carried away to notice, even when she complained of feeling sore in between her legs her mother waved it aside, assigned one of the maids to give her paracetamol.


so the raping continued.
unsuspected.

gradually she began to like it.
with time it became an addiction.

she craved of it.
at the age of ten, she was convinced she loved the gateman and the only expression of love was se..x.

all this happened under her parent nose.

outwardly, she was the perfect example of a good, disciplined child of a pastor, well mannered and worthy to be emulated.

she his her true self well until she couldn't hide it no more.

at sixteen years she had slept with over a hundred men, choir members, church members, teachers, fellow students, gate man, driver, kiosk owner, meat seller, her coach, she seduced all most all.


she was good at seduction.


one fateful day, seven years ago she was indoor when her father friend came visiting, he was quite older than her father an overseer in a bigger church.


she seduced him and he fell.

right in the heat of passion.

on the couch.

in the sitting room.

her father walked in, not alone but with some high members of the church.

his jaw dropped.

when he beheld the sight.

his nineteen year old daughter riding a sixty seven year old man.

the members all ran out chanting

"blood of Christ".

she knew her time was up.

she was caught.

so she packed her things and never looked back.

that was seven years ago.

she came here, met kingsoo and deceived him by an innocent face.

she was stunned.

goose pimple appeared on her skin.

she scared.

cold and shaken.

she refused the money the man paid.

what was he paying for? she thought.

was the man making up those tales?

why did he bother to come to to a brothel to confess to a common prostitute?

why did he chose her?

"hmmmm" she signed.

was nature trying to pass across a message?

she had killed someone.

noo.

not someone, she had killed a whole family in cold blood without blinking an eyelid.

she knew the man said the truth.

she ran out.
unsure of what to do next.

she just wanted to call him.

her gut hurried her to stop him, ask him to calm down, probably confess to him.

she ran out fast.

but was stopped by a thunderous slap, that strucked lightning in her face.

she felt black out.

the figure that had been watching her for the past week had accosted her.

face to face they stood.

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she sat by the corner.

watching him.

listening to him intently.

allowing him pour out his mind.

it was indeed a funny sight, a young unclad prostitute and a handsome business man conversing.

no.

rather, he was talking and she was listening.

he told her a bit about himself and why he was here.

he said.

"I'm so ashamed of myself right now, I never knew I would find myself in this situation," he paused a while.

she was a bit confused, was this part of her business line?

but nevertheless, she still allowed him to speak.

to pour out his heart.

he continued.

" I know you would be wondering why am speaking instead of having coi.tus with you, but I am depressed, I have been pushed beyond my limit, I don't care for life no more".

she moved and sat opposite him, she placed her hand on his lap, she knew he had a burden in his heart.

she urged him to share, she had passed through life where she had no one she could share her pain with.

so she understood him.

she asked him quietly to continue.

the man was surprised. so he told her more about himself.

" my name is jide, jideofor in full, I look nice and fine but I am not, I'm a carcass dressed in clothing.

i have made a terrible mistake.
i have damn my life, so i just wish to end it. i am presently 29 years old, been a very bright student and the pride of my parent.

i'm guilt ridden, i see their faces everywhere. it two years now but i don't have peace.

exactly two years ago, I attended a friend's convocation, I don't drink but I drank a bit too much alcohol that day.

I did that to impress the guys and the ladies, I was foolish, oh God help me!


I got in my car, no, my father's car to get home, my friend insisted I stayed over but I insisted otherwise.


I got in my car, dizzy.

I was dead drunk.

everything I saw was double.

I didn't see them, I swear!

I was on high speed.

didn't see the pregnant woman and her daughter.

I rammed into.

I knocked .

I ran over, oh Jesus!

I stopped for a while to looked at them, the child was flung over the road, dead I presumed.

the was bleeding through her nostrils.

through her mouth. I remember clearly.

I was scared.

I turned to leave.

there was no one on the road, just the bucket of water the woman held which was broken.

I hurried back into my car.

I was confused.

I heard her tiny voice, pleading I help her.

but I didn't.

I left her there.

there to die.

I couldn't sleep that night, I washed my blood stained car.

I went to the same road.

the road I killed her.

heard women talking, they were nodding their heads.

cursing and swearing for the hit and run driver.

who killed a pregnant woman and her daughter.

who couldn't help rush her to the hospital.

who allowed her to bleed to death.

they all cursed and cursed.

I have not had peace from that day till now.

I have been haunted day and night with that incidence.

I see their faces, every time.

every where.

I was in my finals, I dropped from school."

she didn't know what to say.
she said nothing.


the receptionist knocked, signaling 'time-up".

he stood up and offered to pay.
she refused to accept it.

he left.
he felt a bit lighter.

but he was determined to carry out his plans.

he packed his car in front of a boutique.

he trekked a long distance.

switched off his phone.

broke his sim.


he looked into the water and summoned courage.

he jumped into the bridge.

it was late.

no one saw him.

the last person he thought of was the young beautiful prostitute he confessed to.

she alone knew why he decided to tour this path even though he didn't tell her.

he was willing to go to the land of death to apologise.
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no one knew he was deep in waters.
eaten by fishes.

she was a bit shaken.

she moved back and had a proper look at the man.

if she knew him.

she was good at smelling evil or good from afar. she could sniff the air and tell if the person was good or bad.

she observed him, for a while.
he was smartly dressed.

his perfume smelt cool.

she looked at him, directly in his eyes.
then she read something in them.

he was confused. why? she thought.

she greeted him. he said 'hi' and asked if she worked there.

she smiled, he asked it in such a way you ask a banker if he worked in a bank.

she nodded.

he stretched his hands and put them back after a second thought.

the suya seller watched, a smile played at his lips.

"can we go in?" he asked almost in a whisper.

she felt his uneasiness. infact it rubbed on her.

she led him in.

he sat, like a gentle man.
he coughed, obviously choked by too much smoke in the air.

"how much do you charge?" he asked.

she smiled broader, revealing her dentition.

a clean man in suit want a prostitute.

she realized the man was shy, she didn't want to make it worst so she told him the price, even though she added some naira on the regular fee per round.

he agreed and asked they commensed.

she didn't have a room so he had to pay for a room for 'short service' which was thirty minute.

they both got into the room.

she pulled off her cloth but noticed the man sitting at the bed like a frightened rat.

she asked if he wanted to perform 'in-cloth' and he began to cry.

she found it funny and dramatic simultaneously.

he cried so hard.
that she began to doubt his sanity.

when he was through crying, he told her his story.

she adapted so fast.
she strived to be better.

she had her bath three times daily.

she had an encounter with a man that changed her orientation a bit.

it happened on her tenth day anniversary.
her tenth day of being a professional prostitute.

her twelfth day of living in the brothel.

it wasn't an unusual day.

in the period of ten days, she had slept with sixteen men. she was a fast learner.

swiftly, she learnt the act of pleasing men. she asked Maggie questions that baffled her.

she had no friend except for her roommate.

her colleague.

her friend.

her mentor.

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on that fateful day.

she quickly showered after sleeping with a dirty man, it was her worst encounter.
the man smelt like a combination of cabbage and dried fish.

he took forever to cum, so he paid her extra.

she hurriedly had her bath.
she scrubbed her skin so hard she nearly bled.

she scooped hot water into her private with the hope of cleaning and removing the smell of dry fish.

she almost emptied the container of Maggie's body spray.

she cursed the man intermittently.

"rotten bastard, dead body" she cursed under her breath.

Maggie laughed as she described the whole scenario to her.

soon enough, Maggie had a customer so she excused her.

she went to the reception and ordered a bottle of chill malt.

she was there, feeling sleepy and trying to while away time.

she had slept with three men today, the all paid her well surprisingly so she had money.

she went out to buy some sticks of suya to enjoy with her bottle of malt.

then someone walked up to her.

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she left determined to do everything possible to survive.

she was determined to please men with her body, she hurried to the room she share with Margaret.

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days went by.

her confidence grew.

customers increased.

there was more patronage.

she became more daring.

her nightmares reduced.

she had freedom.

she fed from the money she made.

Maggie took her shopping.

taught her new dance steps.

she tasted alcohol.

she learnt the words 'Bleep', service, 'straff'.

she didn't notice the changes in her body.

she always had Maggie advice at the back of her mind, those words she tried to remember each time she laid with a strange man.

she slept with different categories of men. she Learnt to close her eyes while the men did the work.

she was taught that the higher the pay the better the se..x.

she knew she was not permitted to have unprotected se..x.

she shouldn't perform oral on a man except he paid for it and wore 'raincoat'.

she learnt to wash her private after each session with a perfumed soap to keep the area 'safe'.

she was tutored not to have pre-intimacy, a man is not permitted to carry that on her either.

moaning during sex was highly prohibited.

she learnt to close her eyes and count one to hundred until the ordeal was over.

she learnt something else.
to keep used condoms as it was sold to an old baba who comes to buy it. she didn't know why, she didn't care to know.


her customers increased. they all testified to the sweetness of her body.

they went on to preach the goodness.
guys trooped, all towards her.

kingsoo was her man.
life was good for that moment.

she paid the room rate every week.
Maggie was happy, was proud of her.

some where in the dark, unknown to them, someone watched her daily.

she noticed he looked disappointed.
she was nervous, she felt sweat on her palm.

"come over here pretty lady" he said.
she moved towards him.

"c'mon, sit and don't be shy".
she sat, shyly, her head bent.

she noticed kingsoo sat upright, he had worn his underwear, his trouser on his laps.

he stretched his hand over her head, stroked it softly and stopped.
she didn't know how to react.

was she to reciprocate? smile? or just sit there behaving like a frightened little kitten.

she realized he was speaking. she heard him say
" I don't think you will last in this work, I mean, you are a nice lady, beautiful, got a nice figure, I mean a pair of soft boobs and a handful of bum, but that is not enough to sustain you here".

her heart began to beat loudly.

"you need guts, you need expertise, techniques to attract customers to you, I have stayed here for years, I have seen hundred of ladies like you and when I see one that won't last I know" he said.

she watched him wet his dry parched lips.

"how do I impress" she asked.

kingsoo smiled, he liked her response he noticed she was a broken girl with a rough past. he felt pity for her, for he knew soon the little innocence left in her would become extinct.

he wanted her to be his girl, his 'babe'.
but he had one, a dangerous one.

her name was okuku known as Angel. she was just like this when he met her, innocent, fragile and timid but she had gradually lost all that now.

she had become to possessive, jealous and fearless. he hated her fearlessness most.

he knew he had to dump her the day she fought a coworker and bit off her eye. he admitted to himself that she had grown wings so he needed a new companion.

he smiled and asked her to go.

she opened the door, she thought she heard
footsteps hurrying away, off the corridor.

she became a bit scared.