How I Joined Prostitution- Shocking Revelation
Firstly, I want to thank you for what you are doing, please keep it up, and if possible, do extend your preaching to brothels, because I believe you can win souls there from the way you advice people online, please consider it if you can.
I know very well that anyone reading this would be tempted to use the usual condemnation statement, “shut up this whore, you have no reason to join prostitution,” but please I implore you not to be fast in condemning people because you never can tell and again 2face Idibia said ‘you no holy pass,’ and even Bible warned us not to judge others so that we ourselves won’t be judged too.
I wouldn’t say that I came from a Christian or God-fearing family, nope, but my parents were amongst the most caring, loving and disciplined parents in the environment where I grew up in Lagos- Surulere, that was in the 90s. My dad worked with Leventis then, and he was well paid from what I could understand as a teenager then because he provided us with virtually everything we needed to be happy, from toys to edible things. You could imagine a dad that gave somebody money to buy monkey for his kids just because his kids liked a monkey they saw underneath a truck trailer. He always took us to the national theatre on weekends for outings, and he always warned my mom never to allow us go outside the gate so that we won’t be corrupted by other children living in the same street, and mom tried her best to always lock us inside even when she was going out. Back then, my only sister was my best friend because I had no other friend.
I remember vividly one weekend some elderly men came to our house, and mom chased me and my sister inside with a strict instruction never to come out saying that those men are my daddy’s brothers from the village. As a child then, I was so curious to know why my mom didn’t want us to see our uncles from the village, so I and my little sister decided to eavesdrop from the connection door to the living room where they were exchanging words with my dad and mom in a very harsh way to the extent that I was so scared tears fell down my eyes out of anxiety that they may fight, but they didn’t.
Unfortunately, mom caught us while trying to burst out of the living room, and she felt so unhappy and the moment she noticed that I and my little sister were crying, she took us to her private room to console us, saying that my daddy’s brothers didn’t love me and my sister, and I asked her why, she said because we are girls, I asked mom why again, she said because they believe that girls are not as important as boys, but I still didn’t understood what mom was trying to explain until I grew up and noticed that in Nigeria, especially in my tribe, family valued the male child more than the female child because they believe that only the male child can be an heir to the father. My eyes are filled with tears even as I write this, and I know that one day, God will surely remember me and my sister.
To cut the whole story short, my dad later lost his job, then I was in SS1, and he was unable to find another well paying job like the previous one, so he became a truck driver carrying company goods from one state in Nigeria to another. Mom was only a housewife, that was one of the mistakes my mom did, and it hurts me till date.
Two years later when I was about to register for WAEC, my dad had an accident along Abuja-Okene road and was rushed to a nearby hospital, but weeks later, he died as a result of multiple injuries sustained on the head. That was how my family story took a u-turn. Immediately after my daddy’s burial, his brothers insisted that we must stay back in the village since mom had nothing doing in Lagos, or better still, that mom should carry us and go back to her parents’ house since she didn’t give birth to a male child; that was the day I understood the story mom told us that very day my daddy’s brothers came to Lagos, and for the very first time, I cried so bitterly, but it was as if no one heard my cry or saw my tears. Dad didn’t built a house in the village besides the one he and his brothers jointly built, so months after the burial, they chased us out of the house in the village, and we were forced to go to mom’s place to seek for refuge. That was how I and my sister saw an end to our academic ambitions of becoming a nurse and a lawyer.
Mom couldn’t cope with village life, so she went back to Lagos leaving me and my sister behind with the promise to come back and pick us once she gets a place. Six months on, mom returned from Lagos to take us back to Lagos, in fact I and my sister were so overjoyed with the news. But guess what? We arrived at Lagos only to discover that mom had been married to another man whom she was now living with. The man was old enough to be my grandpa, and he came from a tribe different from ours, but I had no choice since mom wanted it that way. The man had no money; he only depended on day pay jobs while mom ran a small restaurant.
I wanted my sister to go back to school even if I couldn’t, so I told mom about it, but she rebuked me saying there was no money for that. But I couldn’t watch my sister’s future perish with mine, I wanted her to have a better future because she’s pretty, and I knew if she had the opportunity to go to school, she would definitely get a good husband. Again, she’s very intelligent more than me, so I wanted her to go further, and that was what led me into prostitution.
How? I met this guy called Kunle, who was trying to woo me, so I told him about my life and family, and he showed so much concern, but then, he didn’t had the money to assist me, and he told me openly, and I liked him for that because some men will rather give you a fake hope just to have their way, but Kunle was different. Kunle promised to introduce me to a girl that will help me out, and for that, I decided to give Kunle my pride, my virginity, because he deserved it then. Kunle introduced me to Temi, but Temi rejected me saying that I was too quiet for her liking, so Kunle told me to cool down till he finds an alternative, and I kept waiting for Kunle to no avail. This time, I decided to do it by myself, by the way, I am no longer a virgin, and if I could give my virginity to a guy that contributed more or less nothing to my life, what’s big if I give it to those that will pay me for it? So I went to one brothel where I usually see a lot of girls putting on skimpy clothes, and approached one of them- a soft-looking girl in her early twenties, and she took me to a bar, ordered a drink. We had a friendly chat like we knew each other before, and she told me her own life story, which also made me feel relieved a bit at the same time pitiful for the innocent girl. Finally, she told me what she does to make money, and that was how I joined prostitution, and before I realized myself, it was virtually impossible for me to leave it because that was the only way I could support my sister and myself, and even my mom who was always complaining of being broke.
But right now, I am a new person, but my conscience keeps flogging me, and I am confused on what to do with my life right now- no education, no handwork, just nothing, please what should I do so I don’t go back to it again? Please don’t think I am asking you for money, no, all I need from you and other people that will read my story if at all you publish it, is good advice and ideas on how to develop myself. Please don’t publish my name or my email on your website please. Thank you.
Miss Anonymous
Reader’s Note:
Tears filled my eyes as I read this shocking story. I felt like screaming, but that wouldn’t help the situation. Honestly, life is somewhat wicked, no one can predict tomorrow, and this is why we must do good at all times. Dear writer, I very much understand your present situation, and I must tell you that you are not alone, please don’t give up, your joy is on the way, just believe it with faith and start now to rejoice for your morning is near.
I don’t want to apportion blame right now, but please try your best not to go back to that devilish act of prostitution, it kills, it destroys, but thank God that you are still alive. How about your sister now, did she later went back to school? Is she a graduate now?
My advice for you now is to run back to Jesus Christ with all your heart, body and soul, and please do not be frustrated because he died for you and I, and he has something good for you soonest, have faith and believe it. Join a strong Bible believing church, and please do try and join any of the ministries- choir (if you can sing), ushers, Sunday school teachers, church cleaners, etc. Give it all your heart, and watch how things will turn around for your good. Do that and Jesus will take care of the rest of your problems. I wish you and any other person in this similar situation urgent intervention from the one that cares truly for all humans. Please do take good care of yourself, and if you do need my own little assistance other than this, feel free to contact me any time. Bye and stay blessed.
Ngozika Nwiro.
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