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Where Africa tells her stories Jun 20, by Arinzechukwu Patrick Backseat yarns about the life of a Lagos runs girl. The song was about the celebrated wealth of a prominent Italo who was said to sponsor other young women to follow her very lucrative example, because then, in West Africa, prostitutes were seen as a vital part of society that did duties deemed useful to the community, and so, therefore, they are viewed with a certain degree of deference. Afo was a young Yoruba Taxi driver in Lagos, and unlike most Taxi drivers who began Ebony sluts in mushin at the early hours of the Lagos morning in a bid to benefit from the rush hour period, Afo slept with most of his days, or frolicked and spent quality time with Ebony sluts in mushin newly born son, and also helped his wife in the small kiosk he opened for her just in front of their face-me-I-slap you house in Mushin, only at night Ebony sluts in mushin he go out to drive his Taxi.
Afo started off at Mushin where he lived and drove through to Yaba and then followed through until he got to the Lagos Bridge, and then from then on he connected to the bearable roads that led to the edifices of the Lekki Phases environs. Afo drove only at night because he made very good money from driving working girls popularly known in Lagos as runs girls — He was mostly booked every night until the wee hours of the morning. Like it was with every job, Afo sometimes found his distasteful. He loved the exposure he got from driving around Lagos, but if he does say so himself most Ebony sluts in mushin the girls that sat in the backseat of his car were God-God awful characters, bad mannered and most times very uncouth and condescending.
They stood Afo outside in his cab for hours waiting for them under the scorching Lagos sun as they sipped martini royale and frolicked inside the pristine houses of Lagos big men, some stingy ones tip him poorly and littered his cab with all sorts of wrappers of food they bought and ate in traffic. It annoyed Afo, but naturally he kept his cool, acted friendly and minded his business. Buy me five, abeg and find yoghurt Ebony sluts in mushin bottled water. They all seemed Ebony sluts in mushin same to Afo, when he looked at them through the rearview mirror, they all had that gleam in their eyes that was only temporal, a glow that stayed for a while and died after the moment passed, and the rest was filled with the normal humdrum existence of being a working girl, filled with the regular stress of late night clubbing and date nights, early morning walk of shame and the occasional necessary embarrassment given to payment Free casual sex in arnolds park ia 51331. Many a time he got injured from a heel to his face, or a belt, or a handbag, he had even stepped in front of a gun Ebony sluts in mushin prevent murder.
He was also a bank teller man and cash depositor, delivery man, organiser of those small-small drugs the girls used to social lubricate, Marijuana especially, and he always had them stored in his glove compartment. Afo had a girl he called his Ebony sluts in mushin, Kassie, she was different, though, she had her moments, especially when Afo delayed her, she hated late arrivals. Afo met Kassie through a client of his, Bose. One midnight he was driving around Ozumba Mabadiwe Avenue when he got a text from Bose with the Live sexwebcame of where to go and pick up Kassie, and a vivid description of her.
When he got there he was surprised to see the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. She stood outside the silver bird galleria. Box braids were her hairdo listening to conversations of the women in his car, Afo had Ebony sluts in mushin himself with certain words women useda maxi dress and a very big Black Handbag on her right hand. On her left hand, she held a paper bag with a pastry logo on it. Afo parked and honked twice and the girl looked up from her blackberry phone, waved at him and moseyed over. She opened the paper bag and took a meat pie which she ate gently. Afo had been driving all night and he needed something to eat.
He smiled as he bit into the meat pie, and he thought about how nice Ebony sluts in mushin was as he chewed. In no too long a time they became good friends. Afo loved her diction. She seemed very learned, very bright and intelligent. He had with her lots of conversations — Kassie seemed to know a thing or two about everything. They talked about issues concerning the government to what were really hip, and family. Kassie liked to talk about her family a lot. She had three brothers and her mother and father. Kassie wore his pants. Another reason Afo liked Kassie was that she dressed exotic, and she smelled ever so sweetly, she stayed and went to the nicest places he had ever seen. She was also very transparent, her letter B was B, and you never met that kind of person too often in his kind of business.
Kassie told lies, but it was about her being done dressed up. Kassie also needed Afo, from time to time, to go over to her parent house to drop off items, most times money or food, sometimes to bring her brothers over to spend the weekend with her. Her family lived in an uncompleted building in a swampy area with all the doors, roof, and windows in place, no pipes laid anywhere around the house and no manhole dug too, it was easy to assume they had no water or a waste system. They fetched from a nearby well and then they passed waste inside a polythene bag and threw it into the swamp in front of them. Afo had never been inside- the most he had been was close enough to call Chiadika on the phone to say he was stood outside their house with items for them, so he never knew how the inside looked.
Even when he takes Kassie over to spend the weekend or a month hiatus from being a working girl, she invited him inside a lot but Afo never entered. Kassie took care of her family as much as she could. Naturally, she was caring to everybody. Afo listened to a lot of women jibber a lot in his cab about mostly money or properties or food or trips abroad. To them it was a fight, a sexual chase to the top where the good life was, every man was a rung strategically positioned, and a faster way up the social ladder. They hoped some of the services they rendered which included making home cooked meals- familiar surrounding for wealthy men to relax, conversations and sex may in some way lead to a long term relationship and then also marriage.
There was this look in her eyes that said she found everything she did distastefully but she put up a front. Only one time did she opened up to him. He lingered until they called their bus schedule on the public address system and then they boarded and left. Then he drove home to his wife and son. The luxurious bus stopped for some passengers going to nearby areas like Splintex, the Legon areas to alight, and so he had a lot of time to marvel at the magnificent structure of the complex, the large compound, all the exotic cars that drove in and drove out, and the beautiful people that trotted into it through all of its three entrances. It was beyond beautiful.
Kassie grinned groggily at him and he smiled back at her. It had really been a long journey from Nigeria that lasted almost the whole day, crossing the borders of Seme down to Aflao which was the last and final border to Ghana. He fell asleep shortly after, a sleep that lasted until the bus stopped at the mall. The second thing Chiadika noticed about Ghana were the bright lights, the city was well lit like a Christmas tree and it formed a pattern in his eyes, coming from Nigeria where constant electricity power at night was a myth, not to the exaggerated extent of a whole city having it at the same time, a transformer would have sparked off or exploded and then there would be total blackout for about a year.
The Taxi drivers had first dibs and dove at the youngsters. Kassie who had already bought an already registered MTN sim card at the border contacted the man, Mr Kobi, who was in charge of receiving them, to inform him of their arrival into the capital and at the park- he was also the Agent responsible for getting her the admission into the Federal university college in Accra. Kassie was really excited to travel, after being a working girl for years and saved intensely life finally presented an opportunity. Apart from the diploma Kassie acquired from a polytechnic in Abuja, she still wanted to broaden the horizon of her educational qualifications- she also needed to get away from a lot of things.
Kassie needed to run away from a bitter past of her female friends who wanted her head for polytechnic yarns, the many men she had come in contact with in almost all parts of the country where she was invited as an escort, or a short term girlfriend for a rapper, or a senator, or whoever was wealthy. She hoped to change her location and become brand new, according to the Igbo proverb that said: Bose and Kassie became friends through group work. It was, at first, just a regular friendship but trained eyes could liken it to the one of the Eve and the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Bose had the nous of a glamor queen, she was acclimated to dressing in flashy exotic clothes and having the finest things, she knew the latest poly gossip about what the big girls on campus did, the entertainment industry, fashion, scintillating details of one night stands with rich senators for large amounts of money, musicians who had taken her on shopping sprees, footballers, movie directors, all because they just want to have a taste of what she was willing to offer.
It was from there that Kassie got her first hook up, with Onyekachi SA money because most of his clients were from South Africathe light skinned yahoo boy from Westminster in Owerri who drove a dark green Toyota baby boy. It was supposed to be a hookup and a one night stand but it became a full blown relationship. Onyekachi was the one who gave Kassie the first taste of the good life and what it was all about, the expensive hotels in town, shoes, clothes and bags, hair paid for by his juicy South African connect fraud money. Away with the Okrika bend-down-select clothes, he made her accustomed to finer things and being driven around in an air-conditioned car instead of the Okada rides she was used to.
There were the large amounts of money too, the root of all her problems. Onyekachi was even just a test phase, and the test proved everything. There was a demand for more in Kassie and a need to supply in Bose in other to keep up with the lifestyle. Bose brought the clients and for that, she got a twenty percentage cut from whatever the client paid no negotiations. From there on Kassie got to meet other girls who were into similar runs and made friends with them, girls who introduced her to other vices and also gave her clients to run to, and in return, she gave them their twenty percentage cut.
Soon, having accumulated a broad spectrum of male friends from running the four walls of the country, being again that Kassie was a very light skin and had intelligence to add to it, she became very popular and well sort after by men who sometimes just needed someone intelligent to talk to, or spend the night with doing nothing but theorizing and exchanging ideas. In no time, Kassie was an independent hustler who also gave out clients and got percentages in return. It was through these earnings that she was able to pay for her fees and house rent in polytechnic, as well as took care of other menial bills, looked approachable and attractive, and owned the latest toys.
Kassie called Chiadika her handbag, he loved her and loved to be around her so much because of her influence. Chiadika got a first class ticket to an adventurous life most of his age mates would have had to wait for six or seven years of their lives to experience. He met a lot of people first hand through Kassie, dined and wined with the best because they thought his sister was the most beautiful girl they had ever seen. Kassie walked outside the complex to spot him while Chiadika watched their bags. Kassie found Mr Kobi in the shadows at a corner just outside the gate. As he stepped into the bright florescent street light, his skin showed a milky brown like the mud sand when rain fell and gullied the earth in Enugu and Anambra state, slender and tall.
He and the taxi driver, who was the exact opposite of him, short and really dark skinned that he blended completely into the night, together he and Mr Kobi and Chiadika carried their bags into the Taxi cab, and then they drove off. On their way Mr Kobi explained the concept of the Ghanaian currency to Kassie and Chiadika, he sat at the front seat and they were at the back. Not after the eighteen hours road trip. It was midnight but most of the shops were still open on the streets, crowds of people watched soap operas on small televisions strategically placed in container shops, pubs open played loud music with people who danced and sang along with green bottles of beer in their hands.
Mr Kobi gave the Taxi cabman directions, he was taking Kassie and Chiadika to a place he called Nii boi town. The Taxi cab came to a halt in front of a building painted yellow. They all alighted and Mr Kobi paid the taxi driver after he brought out the bags in his trunk. When they got to the front desk Mr Kobi stopped and turned to Kassie, he gave her a look like she knew what to do already. The hotel room key was labelled five. Mr Kobi led Kassie and Chiadika down another corridor beside the front desk and stopped by a room with an old air-conditioner that groaned noisily and dripped water profusely on the outside.
He inserted the key and turned the lock twice, and then he pushed the door open. The room was cool up to the freezing point. It was a single big bedroom scarcely furnished with a wooden table with two white towels folded neatly on it, a chair, a small monochrome Panasonic television locked in a corrugated iron frame, a big bed dressed in plain white sheets and two pillows in similar plain white pillowcases. The bathroom door was open, in the bathroom was an old but neat bathtub with a bucket and a bowl in it, cheap soap and perfume on the vanity mirror.
He took it and smiled, and then he turned and left. Kassie and Chiadika placed their bags on the wooden table. Most especially, the two thousand dollars she had wrapped in a toilet roll and then in a black nylon safely tucked deep inside the panties section of her luggage, the fifty thousand nairas spare change she spread around in different pockets of her denim jeans intended for a final run around and settling down.
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