Wednesday, 5 November 2014

This Whole Prostitution Business

Opebi Road. 8pm. They line the streets. And wait.
They are mostly fair-skinned, scantily-clad girls, wearing weaves they can seat on if they wanted to. If that breaks your heart, the cars stopping to pick them up crushes the pieces to powder.

Call me a prude but I still can't wrap my head around it. Prostitutes. It rolls off our tongues very easily. Us? We the pious, upright ones with 'legitimate' sources of income. Prostitution is legalized in some countries. There are clamours here and there in Nigeria, at least online, to legitimize it so 'practitioners' can ply their trade without fear or favour. But something isn't right about prostitution. 

This isn't me being righteous or condescending. This is how I see it - Most humans have what is called gut feeling, instincts, intuition. These sub-conscious... (I'm not sure what to call them) help us make decisions, sense danger and form perceptions about people, places, events or circumstances. When faced with the unfamiliar, an alarm bell goes off, ringing 'Be careful, be careful...'. When we sense danger, we confront it or run for our dear lives.

Prostitution works against this principle. Ladies of the night, they stand in the dark and watch the headlights of cars as they drive by, ignoring the judgemental stares flung at them from passenger seats. They don't seem bothered about the possibility of someone who knows them - friends or family, bumping into them. They run towards any car that slow down, sometimes to drop passengers or buy something by the roadside. When they finally find that one customer, they make a dash for the car, in heels, hoping to be selected. One hops in and the others walk back to their spots disappointed; hoping to God they get picked up that night.

The one that is picked up in the dark, she jumps into a car driven by a total stranger, heading to a destination she does not know, believing her objective and that of the driver is the same or at least close, hoping she will come back in one piece. And once she does, she puts herself in harm's way the very next night.

Something isn't right about prostitution. Everytime I drive past Opebi Road I know it like I know the sun rises from the east.

What can be done? How can we help the one who sells her soul daily for a morsel of bread? Am I wrong in thinking they, these ladies of the night, are in need of help? 

©Naomi Lucas
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1 comment:

Olajide Olayemi said...

Suprisingly it is no more a game of shame rather of pride to can get as low as 2k for ST and no more 10pm resumption time but from 6pm - food is ready-LOL. I do my work out every COB @ Ivory Health on Ogundana so am familiar with Opebi and the RGs.