Chronicles of an EDO Girl – (Episode 3- Flashback)
With lips spread apart, yet no words came out. That parents assume too much about their kids is no news.
‘Errmm mum; I am not a virgin.’
No! That won’t work…
‘I am sexually active…?’ No no no!
Dumbfounded, Isoken knew exactly why. Her biggest challenge was how to tell her mum that she isn’t a virgin and not the idea of marrying a man older than her dad who also happens to be her boyfriend’s dad. Awkward, super awkward.
Where is this story going? “Where is my story heading for”? Isoken kept asking herself.
She never thought she would ever get to a point where she would regret losing her virginity that young. Though she had wanted to marry as a virgin, but her love for Odion, his unending sexual pressures coupled with her adventurous nature, it got the better part of her.
Better her mum than the entire village, she concluded within herself; this was a clear example of the adage, ‘Breeze blow, Fowl yansh Don open’. That shameful moment when your secret gets out.
The best option had to be to travel out of the country, she thought. After all, her second cousin just came back from Europe for house dedication. Esohe has built a 3bedroom 4-flat, with a borehole. Isoken had looked with envy, she’s always envisioned herself making her father and mother and siblings proud, I mean, look at Esohe. Travelling out just can’t be worse than this brouhaha…
Sweet memories of her time with Odion made her smile in the midst of the hot tears running down her cheeks. She didn’t know men could be this cruel. Her first sexual experience as a prostitute in Italy was very different from what she had with Odion.
She could never forget the villain. He had an ugly looking bird tattoo on his back. He was a very huge man with an enormous penis, had a weird fetish and probably doesn’t know what the word ‘love making’ meant.
He pounced on her like an angry lion, abused her like no man’s business and left her bleeding and sore for days. She cried the whole night feeling grave pity for herself. She got chills as details of the abuse flashed through her head. He raped her severally that day, tied her with ropes, almost bit her nipples off, forced his entire hand inside her, and wiped her butt mercilessly. He was the devil. The ordeal was so traumatic that mere thinking about it still gave her goose bumps.
She was a helpless 18-year old fresh prostitute who needed the money to settle her aunt who borrowed money to send her abroad through her madam, Mrs. Ogbemudia.
She couldn’t dare to run away, neither could any of the other nine girls because Mrs. Ogbemudia ensured they all swore that they can’t get their freedom until they paid an agreed amount of money which covered travelling expenses and accommodation in Italy.
She took all ten of then to a native doctor who shaved and kept their pubic hair in a black container, threatening that he would kill any of them who decide to run away from his shrine in Nigeria. Continue reading “ISOKEN (Flashback)”