The Lesbian

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up, as I bring u the story of my life and how my journey into prostitution started, I come from a family of 4, (2 girls a

his eyes were bloodshot, like someone that has been crying. He held me by the hand and broke the bad news to me. At first, I didn't understand him; I stood star

ong them. After much arguments, it was finally decided that my 2 younger brothers goes to live with my

. They made me feel so at home, bought new clothes for me and enrolled me into one of the best private schools in that area. Life was fun for me, I didn't

ength and pushed her away, then covered my b-–s with my hands, "Aunty what are you doing? How c

r me to escape from, then she spoke, "Amaka Nne, this is not a new thing, people do it. I started mine when I was 14 years old and it's not bad. See, let me tell you, I am in lov

"For God's sake you are my Aunty. We are same blood, loving me is normal just like I

teful, I gave you everything and ready to give you more. I put you in a school which cost N150,000 per term, you wear expensive clothes a

I was speechless; I didn't know what to say. "Answer me, Amak

id. She held me so tight, like she was drawing strength from me. We sat like th

lf, then stepped out of the bathroom and ran into my room. I quickly dressed up and went to the kitchen to fix lunch, shortly after, I heard her c

n't hear you, I am sorry", she continued, "it's okay, make sure you put your uncle's food in the food flask, I don't have the strength to cook for him in the night. Before I forget, when last

ter, I got the opportunity to speak to her, as soon as she heard my voice, she started crying, she told me how she was suffering over there, she hasn't started school yet and she eats only once a day

ering, her heartbreaking voice when she was talking to me on the phone, I lost appetite and co