Late that night, I found myself amidst five other children. We had all being caught one way or the other. We were three girls and two boys, all tied up. Later on, a woman who looked like she was in her late forties came in. I admired her outfit so much, even though that was not the right time. She took a good look at me and the two other girls.
“I’ll take these ones”, she said, pointing to me and the other girl opposite. We were forcefully pulled up and thrown in the back seat of her jeep and told not to say a word to anybody. We arrived at a bungalow house in the middle of nowhere. The painting was already wearing off and I wondered how such a woman could live there. ‘All na packaging’, I thought.
We got in and I saw a lot of girls, they looked older than I was and were all dressed up in fancy clothes. The other girl and I were taken to a room and told to have our baths. The bathroom wasn’t a decent one but that was my first time using a shower, so I enjoyed the moment. I was shocked to my bones, when the lady who brought us, called us the next day to tell us what we were there for. We were to pleasure anything and she didn’t care what, be it beast or man. I was terrified, never thought I would end up that way, but it was either that, or I died.
The whole experience went on for years, I just wanted to be done paying her and leave. Something unexpected happened one day when I was told to bring a document from my madam’s car when a picture fell out. At the back of the picture was written, ‘Obudu, 1999’. The same woman in the picture that was found with me when I was little. Something in my head went loose, I wanted to go mad and just lose control. Her own child? She hadn’t even bothered to search for me after all these years and there she was, using other people’s daughters including hers.
I decided to keep it all a secret, and when I was ready to leave, I had learned something new. I had learned to hate.