Wednesday, 5 April 2017
“No mind am o. Ashewo osi”. Martina just shakes her head.
This is her first year after all-the girl is awfully timid. You learn soon in this trade to lose all inhibitions.
Lizzy lets out a long hiss. “Aren’t we all whores?”
I wonder quietly. Lizzy is the last child of a popular pastor back home. Her parents have the world believing she is studying a course in Ukraine or one Scandinavian country or the other. Every once in a while, the course changes. I’m not sure if Lizzy loves or hates that her father’s congregation thinks she’s going to come back as a neurosurgeon.
“… na padding go finish am. Brainless slut.”Lizzy curses.
She and Esther are archenemies, you may have noticed. Why, just yesterday, James came by for his weekly cut of our earnings and left Lizzy with a purpled face and Esther with a big smile. Lizzy hasn’t been attracting earnings as much as before, she has been studying Pharmacy, Medicine and is now taking courses in Neurosurgery as well. She has been in this trade for very long. Her parents might soon release her obituary very soon, I muse.
“Wetin dey do you sef? Have you heard anything I’ve said at all? That girl thinks she’s better than us all”
“Hmm. Lizzy leave her joor. Let’s just focus on doing our work this night”, I reply.
Lizzy looks at me confusedly and continues her tirade to Martina. Unlike Lizzy and myself, Esther was born on the wrong side of the bed sheets to a maid girl. Her father is some Business man in Port-Harcourt, she has always thrown herself with zest into any entrepreneur activity that could bring money to her in the shortest time possible. Needless to say, Esther is zesty! Indeed while at work, her lusty voice often drowns out the groans of her customers - the better to pay up the hefty debt we all incurred on our way here I guess.
Martina is the daughter of a hardworking village headmaster who died too early. Her family gave her to a visiting ‘Italian’ big sister to “learn work”. The irony! Well, its work indeed. Martina is not so eager though to “learn work”, but as they say no food for the lazy man. This is her first nightly outing and I turn to her and say, “Hope you’re not scared? Don’t worry ehn. It won’t be too bad. Just try to remember all I’ve told you and instinct will take over.”
Yep, that’s me. Madam understanding. James brings the green girls to me to instruct in the ways of seduction. I try not to mince words. Soft girls with soft minds don’t last here. Only soft bodies with hard minds do. I mean just look at Esther, my greatest work yet. There have been others too who were too soft and paid the price. I glance up and a car has stopped in front of Martina and I, Esther is long gone, the driver rolls down the glass and I flash a smile on my face and lean in. He looks disinterestedly at me and points a crooked finger at Martina. I feign hurt and glance at Martina, who is visibly shaken then at the driver, smile lasciviously and wind my fingers round his exposed palm and say “Why not take us both, I promise you won’t regret it”.
He looks at me and shakes his head, “No, just her.”
“Okay then, whatever you want, Love”
I saunter jauntily away from the car and glance meaningfully at Martina with an inaudible, “Get in”. I watch her go, she looks like she’s about to cry but I just watch. It’s just me and Lizzy now. Soon enough, another car stops in front of me, by his stiff dark suit and burly arms, I can tell he’s the driver/bodyguard, the client was in the backseat or probably back at some hotel. Only the best for Samantha, lucky me.
“Get, in.” He says gruffly.
I look at Slim Lizzy, and see the hurt and forlornness in her eyes, she’ll probably die here in Italy. I find myself feeling sorry for her, then I wave giddily in mock pretense whispering shrilly, “See ya!” I’ve got a cold, mean heart. Yes, I do. But it’s just another night in Milan. It’s the endless circle of money, sex, power. I stare at the back of the driver’s head as he drives, I see him glance at me through the rear view mirror and our eyes meet. I think wryly, the face that launched a thousand ships and smile coquettishly at him. I’ll take any chance I can to get out of here. He resumes driving, he might stop before we get to the hotel to have his way or not. It’s just another night in Milano.
Guest Post: Favour Borokini, the author, is a Nigerian law student with a dedicated love for fiction writing.
Monday, 3 April 2017
Years ago I loved someone( well...that's my best description of what I felt for her), and she loved me too(I believe she did). We were 'just friends' and tried to bring out the best in each other, while holding with creedal affinity unto caution, lest bad things happen. Well, she came into my life because she wanted to learn more about God(please, don't laugh.) and soon emotions began to build(of course communication sponsors emotion, and we spoke everyday).
One day I asked her a simple question; 'What will you do when you get what you are looking for(by becoming my friend)?'
She replied, 'I will leave.'
Now, my little experience has shown me that her straight-to-the-business approach sometimes works; it helps to prevent 'extra-mural activities' and to focus on purpose. But then back to love...I have seen several other persons come and 'leave'-to borrow her terms-the moment they got what they wanted or the moment they thought I had either lost it or had no more to offer. I have passed people on the street and they pretend they never knew you while only the previous semester they were begging to have you put them through a course or some other issue. Yes, there are some now who still come around, but how sure am I that it's only because they have not gotten what they are looking for.
One day I had to ask myself;
Assuming you had no talents, no comeliness, no nothing, assuming all you had to offer was an empty you, would anybody love emptiness? would anybody take notice? would anybody show attention? Would anybody love you?
We love God because He is good, but would we still love him when we don't see his goodness? Would we love him when there are no values to attach our love to?
Would we love God just because He is God?
Look around you and see the way we treat people we believe 'have nothing to offer'. I have been a victim too. Can I shake my Hausa gateman the same way I would shake Dangote? No. Would I offer an ugly girl a lift? No. How about a beautiful girl? Yes, and I would on the A.C for her too.
My question remains 'whether for God or man, must love always be attached to values?'
'IF YOU LOVE A MAN BECAUSE OF HIS MONEY, IT IS NOT THE MAN THAT YOU LOVE BUT HIS MONEY.'
What do you think?