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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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