My First Encounter with a Prostitute

It was one of those Friday nights- around past 10pm, Vic had dragged me out to get “Turkish Shawarma” and meet his new friend Sal. I did not feel like going out initially but no sooner had we driven out and started to see the Aminu Kano streetlights of the famous Wuse 2 that I began appreciating being dragged out. It gave me Lagos vibes that was good enough for the night.  

As we went round and round trying to find a place to park I was intrigued by the pick-me-up girls on the streets. How well dressed they were and how beautiful they looked. I wasn’t judging but started to think about what the stories of each one might be. 

 

My imagination was cut short when we spotted a lady with a really really fat a$$. We will call her Lady E. She had those behinds that you cannot deny and she cat-walked the road as if she was on a runway. 

 

A couple of minutes after with shawarma in hand, Vic, Sally and I went back to where we were parked just close by where we found the ladies I had spoken of earlier. 

 

Again, I was intrigued to see Lady E flaunting everything she had like she ruled the world. I quickly nudged Vic to look her way. I was shocked at how bold and daring she was walking around in something as close as what Bianca Censori wore to the Grammy’s. 

 

Little did I know that I was about to be “hit” by Lady E in a shocking way. She hurled insults at me that are too heavy for me to type here as I walked quickly away for my dear life, afraid of being a victim of the street and for the first time realizing that this was real life. 

 

I feel threatened,

I feel harassed,

I feel a lot of things I can’t explain.

 

One thing I can tell you though is whenever you see a lady at her duty post at night, 

Look once and never look again. 

P.s-forgive the typos.