LIFE STORY
At my place of work we normally close by four, after which on my way home, rather should I say on our (I and my fellow ladies), we usually wave down cars to give us drops just to save the transport money, but honestly the intents of doing so were not just pure (because we usually give fucks in return) most especially on Fridays. Yeah the drive we get is just trade by barter.
Men who pick us up on Fridays we usually term luckies and it’s usually a marathon sex till Sunday and we take off from there on Mondays back to work maybe with extra cash most of the time or a free drive to work also maybe a goodbye kiss.
On a particular Friday, I met this handsome dude, I waved he stopped, I hopped into the front sit like a grasshopper. Did you know? He never said a word to me except “put on your sit belt” at some point I was afraid, the only motions he made was nodding to the music plating in his car.
When we reached my place, I wanted to do the normal exchange of numbers you know… (Some men drive us straight to their house, others who didn’t stay in our place after the exchange of numbers we make it to their place at night). It all depends on discussions that took place during the ride. In this case nothing.
When I opened the door about to go, I was expecting a voice to call me back or a clearing of throat to draw back my attention but none. So I turned around and asked for his number maybe he’s shy, amateur, naïve, boyish, because those types when taught how to do the do can go extra miles on your clitoris in the bedroom as if their life’s depends on it. It’ll be a wild weekend I rolled my tongue inside my mouth already feeling wet down in between my legs, from the flooding images of last week’s nice sex.
He bluntly refused, “at least tell me your name I pressed”, using my hands to part my top a little bit so that he could see a full view of my boobs, he was unperturbed, I looked towards his groin expecting to see an erect penis (nothing).
He told me to sit down, thank Goodness it worked I smiled sheepishly…
He told me; do you know that you girls are the cause of your own problems yet you always lay the blames on men? It was like a slap but I didn’t interrupt, he told me do I not know that I’m too precious for every Dickson and Thomas to swim inside of me just because of a petty ride.
Mehn, sorry Ladies he said so many things that made me shed tears, he didn’t quote any scripture neither did he say Jesus nor mention Church, but I felt repented, it’s been months the Church premises saw my foot last.
Did you know before he drove off he gave me N50,000? (telling me to put myself in order) not only that, he even said that there are men who would help you without wanting to get you laid, all I knew was get laid and get extra cash, but this is extra cash without getting laid.
I didn’t notice myself walk into my bedroom, all I heard were sobs from me, I was going to Church on Sunday I said to myself.
But my fellow ladies I want to ask us; what do we really use our money for? Even those we receive from these men what do we use them for?
I mean most of us don’t even eat good food, always taking one medication or the other because of stomach ulcer.
We don’t even wear good clothes upon all the money, therefore we become victims of rape, use and dump (emotionally shattered), yet we blame all men.
Have we forgotten that chicks are victims to kites when they stay off their mothers? When we feel our mothers are old cargoes and out-fashioned, we call ourselves chics, then kites, snakes, dogs, hawks etc easily prey on us.
Those men most of the times are on their own yet we look for their trouble, we willingly love to see our fellow women cry due to affairs we have with their husbands, we milk their husbands dry of their sperm and money, when they reach home they can’t perform and can’t carter for their families.
Our accounts are large but our life’s are empty.
We warn other girls to keep of our fathers and our brothers, yet we are after their fathers and their brothers, payback they say is a bitch.
After sincerely answering my questions I wept bitterly considering the abortions, my damaged kidney etc my life was just miserable. I went to Church the next Sunday rushed out during an altar call and sincerely said the prayers and determined not to go back to my vomits.
Trouble only goes to those who look for it.
Let us be contented with what we have and make judicious use of them.
Guess what? That young man that picked me out of oblivion he proposed to me and I said Yes!
We are getting married!!!
My friends all deserted me because of my new found life, my wedding wasn’t a lavish one. I’ve picked up myself and moved on.
Looking up to Jesus the Author and Finisher of my Faith.
To those still using their bodies to make money, it’s never going to help you, it’s high time you’ve turned a new live.
Let me leave us with this 1Tim 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.
She that has an ear let her ear.
Many have been used for ritual threading that path.
Live right… Do not abuse Grace…
