Relationship
My husband-to-be’s best friend is my old client, who is threatening to expose me to his friend – Ashawo girl cries out
Hello, could you please post my story for me? I am a young woman who is planning to get married soon. My mother and I moved to Ghana 12 years ago. Nigerians are who we are. My mother and I came here because things were not going well. The term “h*okup” was not as common at the time. It wasn’t even being used. My mother is stunning. We are Igbos with light skin, almost like mixed people. Guys began approaching my mother and, on occasion, myself. They will give her money in exchange for sleeping with her. That is how we started our lives in Ghana. My mother rented a nice place to stay, where she met the men. I was aware of it, so when the men arrived, I did not bother them. I take care not to walk past the bedroom. That’s how I was introduced to life. I don’t blame or despise my mother, but she did expose me to it.
Men will occasionally approach me and offer to pay double for time with me. We weren’t ashawo girls who stood on the side of the road, but we knew our clients, and they told their friends. When I first arrived in Ghana, I was not a virgin. My mother was aware of this. So when these men offered to pay more for me, she told me it was up to me to make the decision. I was the picky type. So it was either the young nice looking guys or the very rich and neat old men I let have s*x with me. My mother died when I was 21 years old. She was infected with HIV and other diseases at the time. She was also depressed and frequently threatened to commit suicide. She blamed herself for what had happened to me. My mother was simply careless at times. She made sure that the men used condoms, but there were some clients she trusted for whatever reason because they came to her daily. She eventually took drugs, overdosed, and died.
It even made the news, but that was a long time ago. I paused the h*okup for a moment. But it was paying the bills, so I went back to it. I began calling my clients to inform them I was back in business. I relocated because I couldn’t stay in the same room where my mother died. Following her death, the company thrived. I signed up for Facebook and, later, Tinder. I advertised myself everywhere, and the men came. Because I was booked for the day, I had to ignore some messages. I’d had so much s*x that I couldn’t feel anything else. I just pretend to moan and hope the guy finishes early so I can take the next guy’s money. I had my own regular clients, just like my mother. Most of them were young men in their twenties, and I occasionally gave them discounts.
This man approached me about five years ago. He was old, and he slept with me. He was the day’s final client. After he finished, he approached me and advised me to discontinue this business because it does not suit a nice girl like me, and he stated that he wanted me to change. He became a regular customer. Even if he f*cks me, he will still advise me afterwards. He was the first client I thought of as a friend. I could tell he wasn’t just talking to me for sx and because he cared. I always used condoms and checked for STDs once a year. My mother’s death taught me a valuable lesson. So, after a few months, a client friend opened an indomie joint for me. He stopped having sx with me and admitted to trying to stop sleeping with ashawo girls. He checked in on me and my business every now and then, and everything was fine.
But I couldn’t put a stop to the hokup. You’ll be there, and an old client will call. He will raise the amount if you decline his offer because he is hrny. I began meeting with my clients on Sundays and concentrating on the indomie the rest of the week. That’s how I met him. He’ll come over and buy indomie while complimenting me. We began dating. He invited me to an event one day, and I met his best friend. I may forget a client who only passed by once, but I will never forget those who have f*cked me more than three times. His best friend is a regular at my establishment. In my mind, I stripped him naked and remembered all the styles he had given me. I had no idea he was a youth pastor or that he was newly married. It’s none of my concern, but it surprised me.
I liked how he pretended he didn’t know who I was. I did the same thing. I dated him for over a year, and his friend and I never spoke alone; we all pretended to be normal, even though he never came to my house for sx again. I called it quits about seven months into the relationship. I saw how serious my guy was, and I gave love a chance for the first time in my life. However, every now and then, a client requests sx. I’ve blocked them all and left the area. My boyfriend is unaware of my past. He proposed marriage to me this year, and I accepted. Hmm, that’s where his friend met me and warned me not to marry his friend, or he’ll expose me. I’ve also threatened him with exposing himself to his wife and children if he makes any move. All the while, he knew I was dating his friend and assumed it wasn’t serious and that we would break up. He wants to ruin my happiness now that he knows we’re getting married and he’ll be the best man. Please tell me if I’m doing the right thing. A h*okup girl deserves to marry as well. I’m not going to let this guy ruin my happiness.
Source: Anonymous Confessions
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.
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.
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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