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This Prostitution Thing Again (A Must Read)

Dear readers, my article 'Sextasy (AKA Intimaci) has fully returned back on this blog...expect it every week.
Any ways, hmmmmmmm....what i saw on my way back from Ikeja axis ( Opebi, Allen) last weekend forced me to hammer on this issue of prostitution again...continue

Prostitution is an old fact. An ancient profession. Street prostitution, ‘high class’ prostitution or ‘escorts’ as they are commonly referred to – the flesh trade is an everyday reality of our contemporary society. The painful bit of this is that most of the dramatis personae of this dishonourable profession are young women in their teens and early 20s.
To tell you how deep this scourge have eaten into the fabric of the society, there is now a “secret” website that provides high-class call girls, dubbed “escorts,” for different calibers of men in the society. That would be a topic for another day.
Every day, especially weekends for prostitutes is time to hustle harder.
To hear these “lower-class” street-corner purveyors of s3x advertising their services, you would be amazed at how much they glorify their ‘V-region’ as if it’s some kind of new wonder. Have you heard a street prostitute soliciting? OMG! Crappy, imbecilic, raw, rude s3x talk. If a hooker thinks that you are a potential customer she will say all kinds of wonderful things about her V part, making you believe hers is completely unlike any other on planet earth. She’d promise magical experience: “Bros, come I go pull for you”, “Oga, you can do me from behind” “I go s*** you. “I fit give you all sides oh”. “Fine boy, which style you dey like”. “Come I go f**k you well” Once they are in that desperado mode, they talk glibly and make their randy customers believe that their underneath is a gold mine. “Just come and dig in”. Blatant lies.
Around festive seasons, their desperation often becomes uncontrollable. Based on the pressure to meet up their material needs, a typical Ashawo is rough and ready to do many things to get more money. Haven’t you hear of some obnoxious Christmas or New Year promos by prostitutes?  “Pay For Two, Get One Free Round” or “Free Sex for First Five Customers of The Day,” “One Round for Half The Price.” Nonsense bonanzas!
Aside providing temporary outlet for lust of flesh, these women of easy virtues have become the source of ruin of most men. We have heard it repeatedly from those who repented and confessed their sins of how they act as messengers of doom by selling used condoms to evil people who need semen for rituals. These dripping condoms are stored in a safe place and when they have gathered enough, off they go to the juju men’s grotto, to exchange these seeds for money. What becomes of the sperm-filled condoms is anybody’s guess. As scientist would say: action begets reaction. For those men whose condoms end up in the hands of juju men definitely, their lives will not be the same again. Most of these hard-working men toiling day and night but find it difficult to afford three square meals despite their commitments and hard labour might have sold their destiny to the devil unknowingly for a five-minute romp with prostitutes.
I can still recall an incident that happened in Port Harcourt two years ago. Precisely around the Christmas period.  The same guy who hinted me of this ugly barter of sperm-filled condoms for money warned his friends to desist from patronizing Ashawo. Just as he was done telling them about the hazards of s3x with prostitutes, one of his friends dashed off. They thought he forgot something important at home. Not quite five minutes later, they heard a noise in the street, and upon getting there, they found their friend in the middle of a big brawl at the brothel attached to the bar where they were drinking. Their friend was shamelessly dragging a basket full of used and smelly condoms and tissue paper with one of the prostitutes that operate there. It happened that Sunny (not real name), was ‘serviced’ by the girl the previous night. But fear gripped him after he heard about the possible consequence of his stupid actions. He had approached the girl and demanded for his ‘thing’ but she just laughed at him. However, when she saw the seriousness written all over his face, she simply pointed at the little basked filled with different types of used condoms. She asked him to pick his own. That is like searching for a needle in a haystack.

Na so kasala burst. Sunny refused to let go until he destroyed all the contents of the basket. To let peace reign, the condoms were destroyed. While the squabble was on-going, other men were still seen entering into rooms with other prostitutes; even though they heard of the likely grave implication of their actions, they wouldn’t care in the least. All they were interested in was to quickly download the lust in their loins. Bros, why can’t you control your sexual desires today to save your tomorrow?  Let the men help us to save our ladies jumping into this dreadful act in thousands. If only our men would tie a rope to their little man or put a check on it, prostitution would reduce to its minimal.

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