CAP2 : WE ALL ARE PROSTITUTES
EPISODE 1
The night was dark and rather gloomy. Too quiet,
save for the classical music
from the nocturnal birds. Somewhere inside the
darkness, Flora waited patiently;
with an excuse, and definitely with an
explanation.
As I drove into Wuse 2, calmness deserted the
night. Cars were honking and
standing in pairs were the queens of the night. I watched as the
hookers flagged down cars as if they needed free rides. Time was
no longer on their side. Any that couldn’t hook up with a client would soon
retire to her abode counting her losses and praying for a better tomorrow.
A black Range Rover car stopped some meters away
from my 2005 Toyota Corolla. With fake smiles, the girls near the
car moved seductively towards it. They sampled their wares with seductive poses.
The real deals on the side; a human-market with steady supply of the Men, who
stopped to buy, and the girls, who were available for purchase. But the
only reason men drove into the crescent at odd hours was because all the bad
girls in town assembled there, and sex in Wuse 2 was negotiable. I wasn’t tempted
in any way to stop.
Passing Amigo Supermarket, I drove straight to
the Wine Shop. At the entrance of the shop, there were scores of young
and neatly dressed young women who stood as if they were waiting for
someone, or, as if they were stranded. Like sheep with no shepherd, they
moved in an uncoordinated cycle. As I slowed down, some of them gradually
approached my vehicle. “Hi,” said a girl in a fake British accent.
Checking out her features, I ignored the
greeting. She was fair, her bosom was big; her eyes were not different from the
cats’. She realized I had no wish to price her wares – but had taken advantage with
my eyes – disappointedly, she hissed, turned around and walked away. And with
each step she took, her big
buttocks bounced rhythmically.
“Na wah o,” I muttered in excitement as I
navigated to a free parking space
inside the compound.
To Be Contd.. ...........Story By Ozii Anieto
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