Am In Love With A Prostitute.
They always say, you know that love is true when you love without reasons; when you love beyond all the flaws and lapses of the person. And if I am to measure the love that I have given, I guess, I have loved more than beyond flaws. I have loved beyond ugly soul. I have loved beyond all the worst things this world can offer. I have loved more than too much because of Cynthia .
I was in university back then and having the best days of my life. My nights were always young and fun. My roomates and I were strolling around this famous mall in Akoka area. So you see, my university is just in Unilag
If you are familiar with Akoka, there are spots where prostitutes stay and will be picked up by their customers. My friends and I were staying near those spots. We were at a cafe just chilling and smoking cigarettes. I noticed the pretty girl reading books her accountancy books. Just like what you see on movies I asked if I can join her in the table. It was okay with her. To cut it short, we became friends. We exchanged numbers and send text messages to each other. We even go out after school. She’s also studying around Yaba. She’s actually a working student.
Our setup became exclusive. We go to school every morning, we go out after school for dinner and she goes to work after it. We became included in each other’s routine. We were so into each other that I don’t go out with my friends with anymore. I forget about my night gimmicks, our weekend trips, and all. I am so into her. She’s someone I thought I’ll be serious about.
But everything between us slowly changed. We seldom exchanged messages. We barely go out. And one night, I figured out why. I saw her. I saw her rode in a Toyota car. All I thought was she has a new guy. I thought that she left me just like that. So I messaged her.
Cynthia was so plain that night. She was just wearing jeans and plain shirt. When I got there, she booked a car to bring us to a motel around ikeja. And when we got there she immediately removed my top and kissed me hard. She even went naked and pressed me on a wall. She was still kissing me hard and sensed that she was teary. Then I realized that we were there because we are to settle some things between us. I grabbed her both arms and said,
“What’s happening, Cynthia ? What’s happening to you?!”
Cynthia was crying and she seem so tired. But with all her strength, and while crying, she answered, “I am a prostitute, Badmus! This is where I bring my clients! This is what I do to pay for my school and to reach my dreams! Do you now get it?”
My knees trembled, my energy came down, and my world stopped. It’s not sinking inside my head. For a while, it felt like everything around me went black. It felt like nothing’s getting inside me. But I know that I am crying a lot.
I saw Cynthia in a corner, naked and crying. I grabbed her and started romancing her. I kissed her. I put her on bed. I kissed her neck hard almost leaving kiss marks. I intertwined her hands with mine. I pleasured her so bad. I got into her and gave out my best. I was giving my all. All the energy and all the romance I can. My energy is all out. And all the time that I was making love with her, I was crying and calling her name.
Just like what they say, you are better in bed when you are mad. And I knew that time that it was really the best sex I’ve given all my life.
I was so tired. So tired that we fell asleep. When I woke up, I asked for forgiveness to Cynthia . I know she got hurt. I know she was in pain all the time that we were having sex.
We sat down, we cried, and talked about it.
Cynthia is one of the many who was raised in an environment of prostitution. She grew up with every girl in her family being paid for orgasm.
I can’t stand that job of hers. But I can’t do anything. Her whole semester was already paid because her client paid her in advance. She’s just waiting for their call for her to do her job. And she can’t quit the job easily because she said yes to someone from a mafia. Her family is also at stake.
But true love means loving no matter what. Every night, after school, it breaks my heart to be away from her because I know, after our dinner her body will be celebrated by another man.
It breaks every piece of me to be away from Cythian . But she has to do that or else her family will be in trouble too.
When you can’t do anything for the person you love, when you can’t say a thing but to just be there for her, you’ll learn how to love beyond status, beyond flaws, beyond job descriptions, beyond all things.