On Sunday night in
I was out as usual on this particular Sunday night when a Mercedes Benz
car parked to see what I've got. He was my first catch that night. To start with a Mercedes Benz means nothing but a promising night. He came
out of the car; he was a tall handsome man. His mustache was neatly carved
around his sexy mouth. His eyes, bright with an unusual flame that matches the
dark jacket he was wearing. His height and his broad shoulders could pass him
easily for a
He was staring at me, turning round and round to see my full abundantly God-given curvaceous frame. I hope I please him, I found myself praying. I wouldn’t mind if he takes me without paying a dame.
Finally, he smiled, 'hop in.' he said. A sudden
strange feeling gripped me, maybe excitement, it was strange, a kind of joy I
had not experienced for the past two years tugged my abused heart. I hopped
into his car without even asking for my price.
When I was inside the car he looked into my eyes and
said, 'you can still go back home you know.'
I was startled. I stared at him, maybe he thought I
was his long-lost wife or he knew I ran away from home.
He smiled feverishly searching my eyes. He seize the
key, and inserted it into the ignition. He
didn’t start the car instead he looked at me again and said, 'there is home for
everybody you know?'
'Are you not going to move this car, bloc?' I barked
angrily.
'You are confused, aren't you?' he asked absolutely
unmoved.
I calmed down a little and said, 'I don't know who you are, if you are not
ready, please don't waste my Sunday.'
'I happened to be the best luck you will ever
have.' He replied confidently.
''Then prove it,' I said, moving closed to him,
thinking he was playing the game at last. You know most men will never make the
first move at a hooker, mostly those coming for the first time.
'He wants you to come back home.' He said plainly as
he pulled back.
'Who is he?' I asked, furious now.
'Don't be too harsh on me ple-as-e.' The way he made
the please sound sent a cold chill down my spine.
'You are better than this; you are a sweet mother that
can make a sweet home work. He wants to make you look like who you really are.
You are worth a million dollars, baby.'
'Who do you say can make me all that? Who the hell are
you?' I asked mad with rage.
'Jesus is the man who can bring you home to your true brothers and sisters, to your true family. You don't belong here baby.'
I looked at the dashboard; a Bible was lying there.
The fool is a Pastor, I reasoned; he has come to spoil my business this
(blessed Sunday). I felt like murdering him; the bastard is a pastor. I opened
the door and climbed down as I made to go he said. 'Please come Back Home
Angel, we love you and I promised I will personally take care of you. Please
angel.'
He was crying. His voice sang in my ears. I was
confused, at the same time scared, why me. I turned and said to him, 'why me,
why did you choose me, there are many harlots in
'Because you are special and God loves you more.'
That was how my whole life was turned around. He made
me the angel that God originally created me to be. He guided me and showed me
how to climb out of the pit of self-abuse into a full life of esteem. I soon
find a wonderful man, your father, here we are. However, anytime I remembered
my past life, my heart bleeds for those angels that are still out there.
Somebody needs to touch them specially.
How I wish I can persuade all kind-hearted young men,
especially pastors out there to help tell every woman out there that the Lord
loves them dearly. I have always thought, a day will come when women will learn
to appreciate themselves and at least speak kindly to others. And embrace each
other in love, not in sex; come together in understanding, not warfare.
However, I have made up my mind to tell my daughter
the truth and at least save her from the woes I went through. I will tell her every day that if no one seems to love her, I do. She should count on my
shoulders anytime. If you want to change the world, I will be there. If you
need a partner anytime, I am readily available. I will be the friend, she can’t
find in her peers; the confidant, she has always dreamed of; the soldier, she has
always wished was available. How I wish every mother will do the same. If they
will not, My Daughter, love your own daughters (when you have them), above
everything else in the world. Love is the solution, my Angel.
