Yejide The Prostitute

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The story of a prostitute…..
Writer’s note: As you read this
story, you will come across
pidgin English in a few places.
I’m sorry if you don’t understand
pidgin because they were not
really translated but I’m certain if
you just follow it, you’ll
understand the storyline and get
to know what they mean. Apart
from that, normal English was
mostly used. Thanks for your
understanding.
Episode 1
It was about 11:00pm and Yejide
still hadn’t found a customer. She
looked around and saw that the
other prostitutes were already
getting picked up in fancy cars.
She began to get really pissed
until a car drove up to her. She
looked at the car and squeezed
her face even more because
according to her, she could tell
what a man already had to offer
her by his ride. She looked away
and acted like she didn’t see the
car. The man in the car rolled
down his window and called out
to her with a strong Igbo accent;
“Hey betiful gal, omalicha, kedu?
How are you?”
At this point, Yejide who was still
looking away moved away from
the car even though she knew he
was trying to get her attention.
“Betiful gal, I’m talking to you na.
Business don close?”
When she heard this, she got
irritated, moved closer to the car
and said her mind;
“Omo Igbo. I no gree now. You
dey chase all my customers. Abeg
waka.”
“Ahn ahn! Why you dey talk like
dis na. I be new customer be dat.
I get money na.”
Yejide saw how persistent the
man was even after she spoke
rudely to him so she asked him a
question;
“How much you get?”
“Betiful girl, enter car fest na.”
She finally agreed and entered
the car. As she got in, he brought
out some money from a bag he
had kept at the back seat and
handed it over to her. It was a
stack of money. She looked at it
and was very surprised to see
the lot but she pretended to the
man like it was a small portion
compared to what she normally
got from her other customers.
Then, the man brought out some
money out of the bag again and
handed it to her, letting her
know that, it was all he had. She
accepted it and after a little
discussion, they drove to a hotel
together.
The next day, Yejide got back
home to her one-bedroom, self-
contained house that she shared
with her friend by around past
two in the afternoon. She
entered the house to find it
empty as she had left it the
previous night. She yelled her
friend’s name but nobody
answered so she locked the door
behind before heading for the
bed. As she sat, she took off her
heels and brought out the
money she had obtained from
the previous night. Looking at it,
she smiled boldly but then the
smile suddenly turned into a
frown. She became sad and a
little depressed. She had been
thinking about the life she was
living and confessed to herself
that she hated it. She knew what
it all meant as a prostitute but
according to her and her friends,
it was what put food on the
table. She wasn’t a graduate
from the university neither did
she finish her secondary school.
She had wished back then that
she could complete her senior
secondary school and attend a
university but life wasn’t as it
seemed. Every time she had this
thought, she only gave herself
excuses in order to avoid the
truth or guilt that she felt. So as
usual, she made yet another
excuse and shook off the
sadness. It wasn’t long when she
saw the door open and in came
Dupe, her roommate. She put
the money back into her bag as a
conversation sprang up between
them.
“Ahn ahn ashewo, you don come
back?” Dupe said to Yejide.
“Dupe, ah don tell you make you
no dey call me dat name.”
“Bet no be ashewo you be”
“ah don tell you make you no
dey call me dah name Dupe.” She
said to Dupe angrily.
“Oya I’m sorry. No be play ah dey
play. You sef ehn. Yeji baby! Oya
I’m just joking. I’m sorry now.”
“I’ve heard.”
Dupe looked at Yejide with a
funny face and they both burst
into laughter.
“Yejide, you funny sha oo” Dupe
said.
“No start again oo” Yejide replied
and Dupe immediately put her
hands in the air in surrender.
They smiled again before Dupe
asked Yejide about their
landlord. She asked if he had
come around again to talk about
his rent and Yejide replied that
she just got back home. They
talked about their day and
previous night since they were
both into the same business.
After talking about their
encounters and night, they both
brought out money to
contribute for their house rent
and not long after, their landlord
came knocking on their door. As
they opened the door, they
greeted their landlord who
immediately asked for his rent.
After giving him his rent, they
shut their door as he left the
premises. They continued talking
until they were exhausted. Yejide
decided to prepare some food
while Dupe decided to go take a
bath.
While Yejide was preparing food
at the kitchen outside her flat
that she shared with some of her
neighbors, she heard a man’s
voice. It was the voice
of oga Lucas as they normally
call him. He was one of Yejide’s
neighbors in his thirties who was
not married and always had
something to say whenever he
came in contact with Yejide.
“My wife! How are you?” he said
as he entered the kitchen.
“Oga Lucas, wetin you dey find?”
“My wife, I was, I mean I am
looking at….I mean I am looking
for you.”
“Oga Lucas, I know sey English
hard but please I’m not your
wife. Stop looking for me now”
“My wife, don’t say that now.
Hmm, dis tin wey you dey
cook, na for me and you abi?”
Yejide rolled her eyes at him
before laughing. He was very
annoying but he was also a
funny man. He always looked
and acted drunk even though he
wasn’t a drunkard. It was just his
nature to act stupid some times.
He started singing when he saw
that Yejide was trying not to pay
attention to him again.
“My wife Yeji Yeji dey
make me kolo eh, kolo eh…”
When he started singing, Yejide
got really annoyed and
frustrated so she told him to
leave the kitchen. On his way
out, Dupe was just coming out
from the bathroom when she
met oga Lucas coming out from
the kitchen so she greeted him;
“Ahn ahn oga Lucas. Good
afternoon oo.”
“Ahh Dupe, good afternoon oo. I
just went to see my wife and she
chased me away. Can you
imagine?”
“Oga Lucas! You sef, you’re not
tired? Yejide no gree now.”
“You be Yejide’s mind. No annoy
me oo. Ah don dey go sef.” Oga
Lucas said angrily while leaving
Dupe behind. Dupe just smiled
and retired to her room.
After Yejide was done preparing
food for both of them, they ate
together and rested. By night
time, they were already dressed
in their business outfit heading
for their spot. They, that is,
Yejide, Dupe and all the others
used to lurk around one area in
Lagos. That spot was very
populated with prostitutes and
even though several incidents
had occurred there, they never
seemed to reduce in size. That
faithful night, Yejide met a
young man who she thought
was very good looking. In the
essence that, he looked rich and
he was handsome. She had been
given a huge sum that night by
the man and she had happily
followed the man to the hotel as
usual. After a night of fulfilling
his desires, they slept until the
following morning. That
morning, she got up early and
was dressing up when he woke
up and spoke out;
“Where do you think you’re
going?” Yejide looked at him in a
confused state before speaking
up;
“I’m going home.”
“Not until you give me back my
money”
“Ahn ahn, see me see wahala oo”
“Why should I give you my
money?”
“I will not ask you after this. Give
me my money!”
“Shuoo, Oga which one be dis.
Abeg no even start oo” she said
before ignoring him, putting on
her shoes and picking up her
bag. As she was done dressing up
and was about heading out the
door, she received a hot slap on
her face that made her fall to the
ground. When she recovered
from the slap, she looked up and
found a gun pointing at her.
“Now! Give me my money!” the
man said, leaving Yejide in shock.
She paused for a while, still in
shock, before opening the zip of
her handbag to bring out the
money he had given her the
night before.

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