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Hmmmm,guess there is a good side to every 'demon'.

Trace her na, u go see her am sure.. story dat touches the heart

denkyw:
hmm

Lilaex:
K

januzaj:
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Rapsainot:
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TheMan3:
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Nice 1

Bovi the lovely.

I nor sure say DAT kind prostitute still dey exist 4 dis present day

i was actually expecting something different...lol

And he thinks, I should believe this? WTF

So, is this lady on NL to read your post?

misspresident:
lol funny experience

Whats funny from the stale joke?

Moral lesson; no matter how bad you think someone is, he/she still have a caring heart!

Dis bobo can lie pass GEJ.... Picture u in d room or adon-----it

Dovelike reply me!

story story... story

Rilwon:
Whats funny from the stale joke?

I'm not sure it was intended as a joke. If it were, we would know.

he owed her one.....i tink he wants to pay back....tinkin e can find d gal on social media......GO TO HER HOUSE....

what a kind hearted prostitute..i beleive God might have changed her story by now..

Your profession doesn't stop you from being human.

Some Ashawo's are more reasonable than the average Nigerian girl

Goes to show that irrespective of one's trade or job, the milk of sympathy flows regardless

Ashiiii complete the story

because dey r prostitute dunt make dem entirely bad.
hw lucky u r sha.

Not the first prostitute to be nice. Have you never read of how Rahab the prostitute saved the two spies in the bible and got saved in the process.

U JUST VE TO LOOK FOR HER & REWARD HER FOR SAVING U THAT NIGHT

And y'all would say these hoes ain't loyal.

Wow, I'm touched. I'm actually moved to tears right now. That lady has a good heart. May God bless her and give her a more honorable source of livelihood. It is well.

[quote author=dre11 post=29785133][/quote]Ace comedian Bovi took to his Instagram page this morning to share his last night and last experience with a prostitute, when he was still in 300 Level, in 2000.

. Read below

I had just resumed school for second semester 300 level. This was February 2000. My mission was to storm port-harcourt from abraka and surprise my older sister who had just moved to another apartment. All I had was the address to the new apartment. I've always loved to pull surprises and this was my biggest one at the time. I arrived ph in the evening via public transport and traced her new place. Me wey plan to surprise my sister con surprise myself. She had not moved in. Her present address, I didn't have.
Gsm; non-existent at the time, her office? Closed. I was practically stranded in the garden city. After recovering from my rude shock, I took the first 2 foolish decisions. I hailed a cab and told the can to take me to a happening joint. The type that runs all night. He told me it was a Tuesday, the happening joints really don't happen on Tuesday. I insisted there had to be one. Well he jad money to make, so he obliged me. We got there. Dead end. Even the band members and the Dj were off duty. We tried a second spot. No luck. By this time it was past 9pm. So it dawned on me that I should have been looking for a hotel. By the time I checked 2 hotels, I realized that had I not made wayward stops, I'd have been able to pay for a room. Think Bovi, think! I asked again where I could possibly chill till daybreak. A commercial nerve. Someone mentioned "opposite hotel presidential." When I got to hotel presidential; opposite it that is; I was relieved.

The groove was real. Outdoor joints, several bar tenders. Pot bellied men with pretty women drinking away their stress. I found my spot, got a seat, weighed my purse and saw that my vex money had been severely eroded. I couldn't even afford a drink. But hey, I could watch. The ladies of the night were present on their droves( soliciting customers). It was a sight to behold. Of they got lucky, they hopped into vehicles of strange men. I enjoyed all I saw until it was midnight and the unexpected happened. All d joints started to lock up. On no time it was just me and the night nurses left on the road side. Why you no go stay hotel" "why you no go your sister house" "why she Neva pack go her new house?" I had answered all these questions repeatedly.

By now I was with the security of the hotel, begging to share their space with them till the earliest signs of daylight. They weren't comfortable with me there. They had even suggested I go to ojuelegba, a spot on the famous Aba road that hosted a retinue of low class sex workers (low in the sense that the better sex workers were the ones who came opposite the hotel) I had turned down the idea politely. Five minutes later, a police patrol can sailed by slowly with "victims" of their raid of ojuelegba. I didn't believe my luck, assuming it was luck.

Not long after, one of the busiest girls of the night walked into the security post. I had seen her severally that night. She had to be the busiest of the girls. Leave in a car, return in okada. That happened at least 4 times.she inquired what the problem was. For the 66th time, I narrated. She paused for a while. I had no idea what she was thinking. Then quietly she asked to see the contents of my bag. Two shirts, one trouser, soap can with blue long sponge and body cream.

And identity card. Finish! She thought for a while again and then made me an offer. She asked me to follow her to her apartment. I wasn't sure what to do. Security didn't want me there. From their eyes I could tell this was my last offer. She "napkined" on the bike ride to her house.
This was 2am. A small living room and a room with one bed ms living room was as small as the room. It had no furniture. She offered me her bed and slept on the floor. I tries to refuse but she will have none of it. I was her guest. I tries to refuse but she will have none of it. I was her guest. I don't know if I really slept cos my legs remained on the floor with. My back on d bed. By5 am I was up.

She offered me water to shower but all I did was brush and wash my face. Her brother came in not long after without caring a second who I was, he went straight to sleep. As I made to leave, she untied an end of her wrapper, brought out a wad of notes and offered me 3 fifty naira notes. She bade me farewell. Never to be seen again till this day

http://www.bellanaija.com/2015/01/14/bovi-shares-the-story-of-his-last-night-with-a-prostitute/

she's nice.
But bovi your write-up is bad.
In Bold>>>> Your Errors

It is well oo, I refuse to find myself in such situation, if. Na u wetin u go do for strange man land with nowhere to sleep, chai! Boviiiiii

Roon9:
Dovelike reply me!

Am trying to. lol

Tinubu:
Moral of the story...

Ugly circumstances don't necessarily creat ugly hearts....

Btw

The story isn't complete now.... Bovi missed out the part where she deflowered him.

dirty mind...lol

If she has such a heart; why is she a prostitute?

At least he should have tried to go back to say thank you.
Mine was being stranded before okada junction awhile from benin on my way to UNIPORT as a second year student a very long time ago. With no replacement bus coming and night fall aproaching fast me and a friend i had made in our predicament on the bus made our way to benin not knowing what to expect. We chose to try to locate a cheap hotel. In our search for one a young man was leading us into a bush. Tugged on my friends shirt ,.......no no i told him. I was only 17 but i was street smart. We made our way to a bus stop hoping to notice a responcible person to ask. We did notice a young chap of about 27 years we told him we were stranded and would like to be directed to a cheap hotel. He rather suggested we join him to his place as he could put us up for the night. My friend and i had a short meeting we agreed to one hour shifts to be signaled by gentle taps on one another.
So we took the public transport with him and landed in one room at a face me i face you compound. He drew water for us to have our birth and even provided dinner of bread with sardines. We took it not cos we wanted to but felt it was not courteous to refuse a meal from our impromtu host. He left the bed for us while he hit the floor on a mat he borrowed from a neighbour. My agreed hourly taps with my friend only lasted till about 1 am one of us failed to tap until we both woke up at 6am. Our host has drawn water and was actually making fried eggs for breakfast. We had it and left.
I wrote two letters to him but never got replies.
His name is jasper lulu of 15 Plymouth street Benin city. Never forgotten his Name and address for many many years.