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
