Yejide
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Yejide
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.
If you enjoy the story, let me know by commenting
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.
If you enjoy the story, let me know by commenting