HOW I BECAME HIS WHORE


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My name is Bisi; some people called me a first class slut but I didn’t really care about what they had to say because I was using what I had to get what I needed. I am not a prostitute. I do not stand on the streets at night begging men to come have what we all know they need. To some people, I was a good girl gone worse. My father was once a pastor but when he was caught sleeping with a church member, our church was scattered to pieces. So you see; the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. My mother who always complained that being a pastor’s wife was no her calling soon left the next day.  I heard she remarried.

My mother left me with my father when I was 13 years old. She said I would hinder her new phase in life. My father who had a weakness for the body soon started to cast his lustful eyes on me. He would bring different women home, but they always left the next morning and I soon realized I wasn’t going to be getting a new mom soon.
The first night he came to my room, he bought me all sort of candies, teddy bears and new clothes that I was to wear only for his eyes to see. He said, “You know you are daddy’s little girl? I will buy you anything you want, just name It,” as he opened my legs wider on the bed.
Oh the devil he had devoted 10 years in binding and casting came upon him that night. He descended on me like a hungry lion. The next morning as I was about going to school, he gave me 500 Naira; I had become my father’s whore.
Usually he would buy me things when he was coming back from work but it soon stopped.  He would just come into my room empty handed, expecting me to already know the routine of our usual dance. 2 months into this insane act, I was starting to feel dirty and inferior. When SS2 guys would speak to me, I would shy away because I knew I carried a stain. When my friends spoke about staying virgins till marriage, I would nod my head but on the inside I would smile as I reminisce the love I got from my father. He made me sick one time but I had to get reid of it without him even knowing.
When I turned 17, I gave my heart to Bola. He was a senior at my high school. The day my father caught him with me, he threatened to kill him if I ever saw bola again. He changed my school the next week. A year later, he said he wanted to marry our neighbor who was a widow. I was glad he had finally picked one from the bunch but I wasn’t going to let him get his happy ever after. I was his wife; there was no place for a 2nd woman in our house. I pushed Mrs. Adana away with my nasty attitude. I was not going to let her bring her 2 kids into my home for my father to rise. I feared he would do the same thing he had done to me to them.
As I started to grow older at about 19, I sneaked out of the house to attend a party. There were so many university guys there. 2 of them took me home. In the morning, I was given five thousand Naira. I had to start from somewhere; minimum wage. My father almost killed me when I made my way home. He had started something he couldn’t finish. He told me one day that he wanted to rededicate his life to God. So when I came to him one night, he turned me away. He said it was improper what I asked of him. My father dared to speak to me about sins and what was not proper. What commandment in the bible was he going to quote for me that he had not already broke? He opened that place in the first place so who did he expect to fill it up?
The next day after he had left for work, I broke into his room and stole 50 thousand Naira from him. I packed my things and never looked back. Many would ask why I did not report to the authorities. I enjoyed the rush I got from that first night which was the only sin I had committed. It drove me into wilder realms, and who would have believed me if I told them I was in love with my father?
My first madam’s name was Mrs. Do-good. She owned a restaurant where big men came for fresh young girls. After leaving home, I stumbled upon that local fast food joint and asked the owner for employment. She smiled down at me and said, “Yes, you are just what I need.” I soon began my other job immediately. 2 years into it, I started to realize that I would never be able to survive off Mrs. Do-good’s 5 thousand monthly salaries. After my last customer one Friday night, I decided to run away. The only thing I had with me was my hand bag that held a tooth brush, a mirror and the 25 thousand Naira I had gotten as my pay from Mr. Larry. I got into a bus that headed for Lagos from Enugu that night.
When I arrived at the big city of Lagos, I had to start from somewhere. I first went with the Bus drivers; only the ones that had big busses. I wasn’t into conductors but some nights when the bus drivers were no show, and I needed a quick thousand Naira, the conductors seemed to do just fine. Then I graduated among the circle to higher grounds. That was when I met Fred. He had just finished his masters in America, and was in Nigeria to visit his siblings. He was enthusiast about life and was serious about dating me. He didn’t know that I wasn’t caught out for the “I love you” part of life. I told him my story; he told me it didn’t matter anymore.
He invited me over for dinner at his family house, and guess who came to open the door; my own mother. I had forgotten how she looked like but a mother could never forget her own. She looked healthy and wealthy with all the jewelries on her neck and hands. Fred was her step son. Yeah, nobody could believe that I had a connection with Mrs. Evans. That was the new name she had gotten from her husband. She wasn’t surprised when I told her about my father’s deeds but she never cared to save me from it. My father didn’t turn my life upside down; God did, the night he left me defenseless with the devil.
UFUOMA OTEBELE

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