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Chapter One

Ojoma was lucky. It had not been so for every random lady on the street of Lagos. She had only come to Lekki in Lagos for six months before she met her white lover. Ojoma is a native of Kogi state. She is tall, light-skinned and a tint of red over her face. Friends and family had described her beauty as second to none. Her cheeks lay perfectly above her chin. She had a velvety smooth skin, devoid of pimples and 'potholes'. Her teeth seemed to have been carved out by a blacksmith from heaven.
Ojoma enjoyed walking with gaits. She had long strides too, gifting her the steps of a ballerina.

Asked what her hobby was, she had simply replied, "Meeting people." Ojoma stood six feet and one-inch tall. She detested high-heeled shoes. She said she did not want to appear like a masquerade. She would rather get shoes with flat heels.

Ojoma had made several friends within her first one week stay in Lagos. She stayed with her Aunt, Onuku. At first, Aunty Onuku was accommodating, but when she began to notice how her niece had come to 'steal the show', she got jealous. Aunty Onuku was a resident of Agungi in Lekki, Lagos. She lived close to Ajiran, in a little estate called Bakare Estate. Aunty Onuku was a 'hustler' who had customers coming to look for her in her resident. She intentionally brought Ojoma to Lagos to join her in the business, but to her disappointment, she rejected her proposal.
"Aunty, when you were bringing me to Lagos, you didn't tell me that this is what you are bringing me for," Ojoma said in her Igala dialect. Her voice sounded like those of a 14-year old girl, although she was already twenty.

Aunty Onuku said, "How do you think I have the money to buy a lot of stuffs anytime I am coming to Egabada to see my family during Christmas? If you don't hustle here in Lagos, you will just die like a fowl!"

"But Aunty, you didn't take me from village to do this ashawo business, did you?"
When Aunty Onuku heard that, she slapped her hard on the left cheek and said, "Oji Oma, I am in control and you will do whatever I dictate!" The slap rocked Ojoma's cheek like a wicked stray bullet. She felt a strong reverberation on her cheek. She held her hot red cheek for a while and let it go eventually. Then she sulked and walked out of the room. If she had her way at that moment, she would have returned to the village where she came from. At least, it is better to be in the hands of poor people who cared than in the care of a nagging aunt who wanted to use her for prostitution. Ojoma shed tears and gnawed at her fingernails. She had no phone, else she would have called her mother and report Aunty Onuku her baby sister to her. She wept silently.

Chapter Two

Aunty Onuku, as everybody called her, was a dark-skinned and chubby woman in her late thirties. She did everything to appear 20, but her pimply skin would not afford her the chance.

Aunty Onuku had always wanted to lose weight. She had taken slim tea several times. She had turned early morning jogging to a routine, all in a bid to shed some pounds of flesh. She had even fasted for days, but the coagulation of fat in her body seemed not to understand her desires. While she was jogging one day, she met her crush, a white man in his late twenties. His name is Jeff. He is from the USA. Jeff had a kind of shape any girl would want from a man. He stood six feet and 9 inches tall. He had a narrow nose and a pair of lips tinted with pink.

Jeff worked in Chevron. He was an expatriate.
That fateful Saturday morning, Onuku was jogging as usual when Jeff jogged past her. She jogged faster, or maybe ran to catch up with him. Then when she was beside him, she fixed her gaze at him while they continued to move forward. Jeff looked at her for a while and turned his face the other way. Seemed he was not interested. Onuku persisted in her antics and slipped intentionally to gain attention. She screamed. Jeff halted and came to her rescue. He offered her a helping hand. The feel of Jeff's soft palms sank deeply into her sensation. She held tight to his arms as he pulled her up. She winked and said, "Thanks so much," with a large smile on her face. Jeff just made a 'thumbs up' and jogged past her again. Onuku increased her pace to catch up with him. When she did,she said, "Guy, do you know that you're actually an angel sent from God?"

"Really?" Jeff replied with a faint grin.

"Yeah," Onuku said. "You picked me up when I slipped. What more can an angel do?"

"Well...it's my pleasure," Jeff replied. It seemed he wasn't enjoying the conversation.

"Em...please may I know your name?" she said with a raised eyebrow. She was trying to sound American.

"Jeff," he said, "Jefferson."

"Hmm, what a name! I'm Jenny, Jennifer," Onuku lied. It was the first foreign name that came to her mind.

Onuku was never christened with a foreign name. Her father was a well-known traditionalist in Egabada. His name was Achimi. He had four wives and Onuku was the last daughter of his last wife. Onuku was picked from Egabada by a native of that village who was a successful business woman on the Islands in Lagos. She used her as a house help until she got tired and ran out of the house to make her craft in the art of prostitution at Jakande, through a Calabar girl called Ofem. She hustled for six years before she could get some money to establish herself in a larger way in that line of business. Then she rented a two-bedroom apartment at Bakare Estate, Ajiran.

Now Onuku had reached for her I-phone in her waist bag. She was asking for Jeff's telephone number. He reluctantly dictated the digit to her and she smiled conspicuously and said, "Thanks dear," as she quickly stored the number on her IPhone 6 and kept on staring at it. When she looked again, Jeff was already a considerable distance away. She was tired of doubling her pace this time as she was already exhausted. She heaved a sigh and bent over to catch her breath. Then she said, "I have caught a big fish today." She hit her right fist against her open left palm and then raised the fist to her lips to kiss it. Then she turned around. It was time for her to return home. She ordered Uber and then humped into the Toyota Corolla car to take her home.

Chapter Three

While Onuku was busy hunting for the white guy, Ojoma was busy making friends all over the streets of Agungi and Ajiran. She had become well-known already within Bakare estate, just within one week.

Many guys had asked her out for a date but she hadn't answered any of them. However, Ojoma made friends with both males and females alike. Her accent was heavily laden with her local dialects and many people laughed at it. She actually did not complete her secondary school education because of the pressure she was getting from her family members back then.
It was Ojoma's father who had pressurised her to get married in those days. She was only fifteen years with a primary school certificate when her father coerced her to get married, but her mother Eleojo refused to let her oblige her father's wish.

Achimi, the father of Ojoma, was an aged traditionalist who did not see anything useful about western education. He had offered Ojoma to a man who was about fifty-two years old for marriage.

She would become the fifth wife of that man, just how her mother was the fifth wife of her father. Eleojo refused the gesture and quickly took her daughter to the city, Idah, to live with her friend Iganya to school her their. Eleojo had to work harder so as to get money to send to Iganya for her daughter's school fees.

Eleojo had preferred having Ojoma with her rather than sending her to her friend's place, but she was left with no choice as secondary school was far from her community and she wanted to relieve her daughter of the pressure her husband was mounting on her to get married.

When Ojoma began to live with Iganya, she was treated unfairly in all ways. Rather than getting schooled by that woman, she was used more like a housemaid.

Iganya did not send her to school, even after Eleojo had sent some money to her to pay her school fees. She maltreated Ojoma to the extent that the poor girl took to her heels and returned to Agabada her village. She had only spent eight months with her in Idah, but it seemed like eight years to her.

When Eleojo saw her daughter, she screamed. Ojoma was just a little fatter than a hungry skeleton. Her fair skin had turned brown and dull. Her dimples now appeared like potholes rather than the ripples of water. Her eyeballs had sunken deeper into their sockets. Her hair were like dirty dreadlocks intertwined with lice. She was not looking healthy at all.

Eleojo needed no specialist to tell her that her daughter had been maltreated by her friend before admitting that fact. She was very angry to the extent that she wouldn't mind trekking the long journey from Egabada to Idah that day to slug it out with Iganya who treated her daughter badly.

Since then, she had vowed never to let her daughter get out of her sight anymore. It took extra effort from friends and colleagues before Eleojo could allow Onuku her sister to take Ojoma from her four years later. Onuku had to swear that she would take good care of Ojoma, else she would not have released her to her.
Now Ojoma had rejected her aunt's proposal to join her in her prostitution business, rather, she had opted for a sales girl job where she received #20,000 monthly, a meagre amount compared to what her aunt had assured her that she would be earning had it been she had listened to her advice. However, Ojoma preferred it to harlotry.

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