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How I Ended Up With A Prostitute In A Kiosk At Madina

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I’m a 22 year old reserved guy and the good part about my personality is that it has made me an excellent student at school and I’m really proud of that. I’m usually the lonely type. I didn’t really have people I could call friends growing up, I only had classmates I spoke to in school.

My parents were very overprotective and I was always restricted from going out, so I got drawn to reading and playing video games, so that has been my life even until now. When I entered UG, I was always in my room.

My roomies will go for parties, clubs, entertainment shows and all those things and I’ll be in my room reading something or chatting on my phone. Around my second year, I made a friend who could not believe I lived like I did.

He thought my life was boring and he wanted me to have fun. I was comfortable the way I was but he will always come to my room and force me to go out. He started taking me to places and I was cool and then he introduced me to weed.

I didn’t like it the first time, but after a while, I was hooked. He started selling the weed-infused brownies in school and he was just giving them to me for free. I remember they used to relax me after a tiring exam and I liked them so much.

Then one time we were talking about girls and I told him I have never dated or kissed a girl before or even talk about having s*x with a girl. He was surprised, but he saw that I wasn’t lying. He told me we can fix a match with a woocup girl for me and I agreed.

Later I just changed my mind. The whole arrangement was weird for me so I told him to forget it. If I will have s*x for the first time, it must be with my girlfriend. He started sending me contacts of girls to be chatting with. Truth is, I was too nerdy to even keep the conversations going.

I found small talk very boring and I couldn’t maintain the daily chats because I just wasn’t used to it. So that wasn’t working and the ladies all ghosted me after some time. Then I told my friend to get me a woocup girl and we arranged for the fun to happen at his end.

He was renting his own place and I didn’t want any trouble with my parents. He got two girls for each of us, but when it was time for the action, I got so nervous that my Jack couldn’t even get up. The whole situation was too weird for me and the girls didn’t want us to touch them or do foreplay or anything. They wanted us to go straight and enter.

Well my friend didn’t waste time and in the end, I was so ashamed I went to the bathroom whiles he knacked both of the girls. Later the whole situation became awkward and he stopped rolling with me. He started saying I was gay and I didn’t like girls.

The whole thing affected me and because of that the urge to sleep with a girl to prove I wasn’t gay became very strong. During one vac in third year, I went on tinder, found one of the girls and fixed another match. This time, it was just me and her.

My parents were not home and my friend and I were not rolling anymore. But despite the fact that I had all day to prove I can sleep with her, I just couldn’t. My heart will beat so fast and anxiety will just take over and I couldn’t do anything. It was very embarrassing. I paid her and just let her go.

When I returned to school for a new sem, I heard about Madina Ritz junction on Jodel and many of the guys commented under the posts about how the ‘ashawo’ girls were cheaper and they allowed you to play with their br*asts and all that if you pay a little extra so I called my friend and told him we should go to ritz and I will pay everything.

We met at the main entrance of the school and boarded a car to the place. It was like a slum with a lot of kiosks packed together. My friend is tall and he drew their attention more so he got one and left me standing awkwardly there.

Every ashawo girl had her own small kiosk with a bed inside. I was about to leave because I was scared the anxiety will take hold of me. But this young Nigerian girl approached me and led me to her kiosk. When we got inside, she stripped and I realized I still wasn’t getting hard. She even saw I was very nervous and asked if it was my first time. I told her yes.

She layed me on the bed and told me to watch porn on my phone and relax. She just layed by me and started playing with my jack and that worked instantly. When I got hard, she gave me protection to wear and just hopped on me and started riding. It was a crazy feeling and we went for a couple of minutes before I reached climax.


After that encounter, I have become her usual client because she somehow knows how to make me feel good. I don’t know if I regret losing my virginity this way or not, I just felt like sharing this confession anonymously. I’ve met some of my schoolmates at the same corner and everyone acts like they don’t know you and that’s cool.

Now I live a double life, my family thinks I’m a saint and only my close friend knows that I smoke weed and knack ashawo girls at ritz junction. I just wish my parents weren’t very overprotective and hard on me. I would have known how to balance my life and socialize better

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Woman confesses that her spouse always defecates in bed as he’s ready to ‘cum’

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"I've been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed. "We've tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it's too sweet and he can't contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex. "But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse."

A Ghanaian lady who is married to a “loving and responsible husband” is looking for help dealing with what she describes as “disgusting” sexual encounters with her spouse.

The married woman with two children has said that her husband always defecates in bed when he is at his height of ecstasy during sex.

Revealing her traumatic situation to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3, she stated that she is considering quitting her eleven-month marriage because she cannot bear it any longer.

“I’ve been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed.

“We’ve tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it’s too sweet and he can’t contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex.

“But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because, despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse,” she narrated.

According to her, the situation is impacting her mental health because all attempts to settle her issue have failed.

“I’m going through a lot because it makes me puke; mentally, I’m breaking down. I’m not sure whether to quit the marriage because we currently have two children. I tried every possible solution to the problem, but nothing worked,” she said.

She is presently seeking assistance to deal with the circumstance, as the problem is harming her mental health.

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I prefer to masturbate than have sex with my husband – Lady shares ordeal

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She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend. "Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand," she said Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

A Ghanaian woman has expressed her sexual discontent with her spouse.

The lady, whose identity has been kept hidden, told Confessions on TV3 that her spouse never stays in bed for more than two minutes.

She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend.

“Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand,” she said to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

Meanwhile, Life Coach Ebenezer Quaye, a guest on the show, encouraged lovers to share feedback to each other after participating in physical intimacy with their loved ones.

This, he argued, will inspire spouses to work on their sexual deficiencies.

“If you are having sex and do not receive feedback from your wife, there is a problem.” Wives should also provide feedback to their spouses. “It’s so nice and encouraging,” he commented.

He also gave some strategies for improving sexual shortcomings between lovers.

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How my husband sex trafficked me for 13 years

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When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party. "It's going to be fun." She said. "Sure. "I would love to." I didn't have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone's attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

I learned that life was unfair at an early age, and in the worst way conceivable. My stepfather used to sexually assault me, and when I eventually had the bravery to denounce him, he received only three months of treatment as punishment and was allowed to live with me again.

My mother brought him back for financial reasons, but she kept us apart. They slept below, while we slept above. Nevertheless, I was traumatised and lived in terror. As if I hadn’t gone through enough pain, I met a man who I believed loved me and who sex trafficked me.

When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party.

“It’s going to be fun.” She said.

“Sure. “I would love to.”

I didn’t have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone’s attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

“Hello, Greg. I invite you to meet my buddy Wendy. “Wendy, this is Greg.” She spoke to the guy.

Greg turned to me, smiled, and extended his hand before saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

At that point, my knees were weak. My heart began beating, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Can I get your number?” He asked.

“Sure,” I responded and handed it to him.

I didn’t expect him to call, but later that night he did, and we spoke for hours. That was the start of a relationship that led to my being sex trafficked.

Greg understood how to make me feel appreciated, which is all I wanted. We became amorous quickly, and I fell pregnant soon after. I had been under my mother’s care since I was 17 years old when I had my child. Greg demanded that I leave my mother’s house so that we could make our relationship work.

“How am I going to do that?” I asked.

“I’ve got a plan. You may relocate to a shelter, where they will consider you emancipated from your parents, and then you will be eligible for welfare checks, and we will be able to get an apartment and live happily ever after.” He explained.

At the time, it seemed like a fairy tale, and I was all in. I ran away from home, and Greg took me and my kid to a shelter. However, life at the shelter was not as easy as Greg made it appear.

It took long for me to receive my first welfare check, and I was running out of baby goods. So I contacted Greg and told him I needed money to take care of our child.

“Don’t worry, I have a job for us to do.” He said.

I assumed he meant cleaning people’s homes because that’s what he told me he did for money. So I picked up my kid and went to see him.

“What are we going to do?” I asked Greg.

“Well, you’re going to walk up this street, wait on that corner for a man to pick you up and you’ll have sex with that man in his car and he’ll pay you.” He explained without emotion.

I was perplexed and apprehensive, but he kept bringing up my daughter and insisting that if I loved her, I would do it. I felt like I had no option. My knees and hands shook as I proceeded to where he had instructed me to stand. As soon as I arrived, a car stopped in front of me, and the driver requested me to get in. That’s how my spouse started sex trafficking me.

“I know a place we can go in the woods.” He said.

I did not say anything. When we arrived in the woods, we both exited and walked to a private location where he began removing his clothing. I took off mine, we had sex, and he gave me the money before driving me back to where he had picked me up.

When I came out, I went to Greg, who was still standing in the same location and handed him all of the money.

“I love you.” I knew I had made the proper decision in choosing you as my wife. He said.

We went to purchase diapers and formula for the baby and had a little extra. However, a week later, we were out of diapers again.

That time, he encouraged me to take on two or three customers so that I might earn enough money to leave the shelter.

“Do you want your daughter to live in a shelter for the rest of her life?” He asked.

From there, he started one of the greatest prostitution networks in the region. It comprised four to ten females from various states. He sexually trafficked me for 13 years while I was still married to him. It varied from once a week to every other day, depending on how much money he received from the other females. I worked as a street girl, and escort, and made house calls. Not to add that I have two more children with him.

People continually questioned me why I stayed with him for so long, but no matter what I told them, they couldn’t comprehend what I was going through. Greg hooked us to drugs and physically abused us if we attempted to escape. He would also send the other girls to find any girl who had gone and beat her until she returned. I felt bonded to the other females since we weren’t permitted to have outside contact. So, anytime I managed to flee, I felt horrible and returned because I didn’t want them to suffer.

After 13 years, I was finally free of Greg. I had recently given birth and was in the kitchen making supper for us when I noticed police cruisers outside our house. The cops swooped in, arrested Greg, and detained me for interrogation.

However, I refused to talk to them because I was afraid Greg would beat me if he found out. Because I did not comply, they accused me of sex trafficking and sentenced me to 23 months in prison. Greg was also charged with sex trafficking and was sentenced to ten years in jail.

My children were removed while I was in prison, and because the judge in the custody case felt I was a sex trafficker, she promised that I would not be granted custody of my children. When I got out, I returned to school and earned an associate’s degree. In addition, I returned to the same judge who heard my custody case to request custody of my kid. I went with my attorneys, counsellors, and even the police officers who detained me to explain my situation to the court.

She returned my child to me, and I returned home to live with my mother, who sadly died later. Today, I feel comfortable and satisfied, which is a wonderful place to be. I’ve realised that there are individuals eager to help those who have faced the same hardships that I have, and if you’re going through anything similar, you don’t have to suffer alone or in silence.

This narrative is based on the Unfiltered Stories YouTube video.

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