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THE HOLY WHORE… Pt. 1

black-woman-big-butt“if you’ve lived in a typical Ga community before, you’ll know that bumping into a Ga lady as early as 6 in the morning when she is on her to a public toilet is not a good way to start your day”.

I think it was a Saturday or was it Sunday?.., I don’t  remember the day exactly, but I know for sure it was a weekend… it was around 6am when I woke up to go do “my business” at the nearest public toilet. Unlike most people, I have trained my system to prompt me every three days to go do my business (so efficiently it works like a clock). This is because, if you live in the kind of neighborhood I live in where having a toilet in your house is not a necessity but a privilege, you automatically learn how to handle your business without having to constantly suffer the awkward moments of meeting loved ones while on your way to the public toilet or spending so much on freeing your bowels.

This is not a sequel to the post I wrote about a month ago which talks about the time I spent in the ghetto with my weed smoking buddies (IN THE COMPANY OF HERBALIST) even though I might be referring to it as and when it becomes necessary. For some funny reason, I prefer visiting the public toilet next to the Anyaata weed base even though there is a much better, neater and less stinky one that is much closer to my house. I always told myself I needed the exercise, as walking to and from that place was the only form of exercise I get every three days, even though secretly I believed there was more to it than just the exercise. Anyway, it was one of those “nature call” days that I met her.

I nearly bumped into her as I wasn’t looking where I was going. My phone was with me on that day and I believe I was replying to some messages on whatsapp or facebook (Not too sure which one it was) when I come out of the public place of convenience. She on the other hand was now going in and if you’ve lived in a typical Ga community before, you’ll know that bumping into a Ga lady as early as 6 in the morning when she is on her to a public toilet is not a good way to start your day. Surprisingly, she stopped, greeted and apologized for nearly bumping into me.. Apparently she wasn’t looking where she was going too hence the apology. I was even more astonished with her command over the Queen’s language.., beauty with brains huh? Don’t get me wrong, most Ga girls are very beautiful, very intelligent and good when it comes to the English language but humility and submissiveness, erhh!.., you can’t be too sure. And so I came home with smiles beaming from ear to ear and one more reason to keep patronizing that particular cockroach/rodent infested, weed flavored public toilet (I could almost hear someone say, eeww! Hehehe).

So as the saying goes, “when fate decides, mere mortals must succumb”, I found myself in that awkward moment again about 2weeks after with the same lady in that same alley. This time around she was seated in front of one of the eight small kiosks in that lane I have always known to be occupied by prostitutes. I have used that lane as long as I can remember but to be honest I have never seen that particular girl there before. Don’t get me wrong.., I never said I keep a register of the “night workers” (for those sick bastards thinking that way, take your minds out of the gutters lol) NO! It’s just that after using a particular pathway for years, you involuntarily pick up some information along the line. So when I saw her there, naturally, I pretended I didn’t see her until she called and greeted. I stopped, responded as politely as I could, introduced myself to her, cracked a joke about why we need to find a better way of meeting instead of the awkward manner we keep meeting (which actually made me think I could start a career as a comedian) and left.

You can imagine the way I felt on my way back home. Disappointed is an understatement to say the least. I was totally crushed.., not because at some point I thought I had a shot with her but because I felt disappointed in myself for refusing to accept the fact that this young-innocent-pretty-plump-looking lady could be a prostitute. To the lady, my feelings from that moment changed from one of admiration to pity.., nonetheless, that never stopped me from becoming friends with her. As a matter of fact it made me even more curious to know her the more. I have always wanted to enter into the head of a sex worker and this I believe was the opportunity I had always been waiting for. I was never going to let that slip away you know… No! Never!…. To be continue part 2

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2 comments

  1. Looks promising.. Looking forward to the next chapter!