The night workers were out carrying on with their business. They loudly called out to passersby " Fine boy you no go come f*uck!" " Oga this one fresh oo" " My boyfriend come fuck na!" somewhere down the street in front of Hilton bus_stop, two of the hustlers were digging it out, a crowd of co_ workers had gathered.
" Ashawo like you!
you go f* uck my man! you f*uck my sure man" one said in a thick warri accent.
" Your mama na hin be ashewo! your toto no sweet reach my own! You fit get sure man?!" The other countered back in her heavy benin accent.
They exchanged words hotly and they soon resorted to blow and rendering each other unclad. In another corner, the girls were dancing to the beats coming from Pekas " na persin pikin! Persin pikin! Ashana na persin pikin ooo" they chorused at the top of their lungs rubbing their pussy.
Sometimes a man would come pick them but on getting to the location they would meet five men or more in the room. Refusal to get down with all six men would spell trouble for them, sometimes some men lay with them and refuse to pay or beat them to a pulp. Sometimes when they get there the perverted man would go bring his dog and order them to lie down.
People jeered loudly at them when passing by, police officers arrest them sometimes and rape them after collecting the money they might have made for that night. So many of the workers fell into the hands of ritual killers, sometimes jealous wives bathe them with acid.
So why don't they just quit?
About the author
Success Odigie is a Nigerian born writer, she loves to write, with her first book titled "When you are poor". With most of her stories written in Nigeria creole she's definitely going to make you smile, she's engaged to her heartthrob and loves travelling.
" Ashawo like you!
you go f* uck my man! you f*uck my sure man" one said in a thick warri accent.
" Your mama na hin be ashewo! your toto no sweet reach my own! You fit get sure man?!" The other countered back in her heavy benin accent.
They exchanged words hotly and they soon resorted to blow and rendering each other unclad. In another corner, the girls were dancing to the beats coming from Pekas " na persin pikin! Persin pikin! Ashana na persin pikin ooo" they chorused at the top of their lungs rubbing their pussy.
Sometimes a man would come pick them but on getting to the location they would meet five men or more in the room. Refusal to get down with all six men would spell trouble for them, sometimes some men lay with them and refuse to pay or beat them to a pulp. Sometimes when they get there the perverted man would go bring his dog and order them to lie down.
People jeered loudly at them when passing by, police officers arrest them sometimes and rape them after collecting the money they might have made for that night. So many of the workers fell into the hands of ritual killers, sometimes jealous wives bathe them with acid.
So why don't they just quit?
About the author
Success Odigie is a Nigerian born writer, she loves to write, with her first book titled "When you are poor". With most of her stories written in Nigeria creole she's definitely going to make you smile, she's engaged to her heartthrob and loves travelling.
