I believe I am someone who has a pretty high power of observation. How do I know? My reflex and response systems are usually ready for any alarming, surprising, or unexpected occurence as I move, whether I'm walking, or in a vehicle. It's because of this power of observation, that I tend to notice somethings most people wouldn't. For example, the other day I saw an unassuming man in mufty in front of me, by an okada, apparently his, as he was shutting down its engine, in two seconds, without hearing him talk or seeing him wear any camo clothing, I IDed him as a military man. How did I know? I saw a very small piece of camo bandana or so, peeping out of his pocket, of which someone who is concerned about getting to his or her destination most probably will not bother to look in the man's direction, let alone observe the the material in his pocket. Shortly after I passed him, his friends came out of a hotel to greet him and escort him in. These friends were all in camo and they all flowed like they were brothers. About five of them. Identification confirmed. Most military men in my area drive motorcycles a lot, which the first man in question had.
Now, I noticed that hotel from where the military men came from. This hotel, I came to believe, was a place where sex workers offer their services to lodgers, sometimes unsuspecting lodgers in a very subtle and unobstentatious manner, making it look as if they were not even interested in the sex business.
There was a time, around mid last year, when there was an important match about to be played (can't remember the teams now) and there was this intensity about the match, that me and one of my "guys", along with lagosian masses, were seriously looking for viewing centres to watch the match, being also that NEPA (or PHCN actually) had retrieved their power. While I and my guy walked around, looking for a viewing centre, he promptly pointed out a hotel where we could watch the match.
While I was still trying to make up my mind to watch it in that hotel, I heard a shout erupting from the whole area, which indicated the match had already started and that there was a near goal opportunity. I quickly went in to try and catch the highlights of the attempt at goal. On getting to the entrance of the hotel building, it seemed like a normal, air conditioned, lighted place, with a bar section, a pretty long corridor, leading to the stairs, and a viewing centre. Ok, the match having started already, I looked for a comfortable and suitable place to stand and watch, being that there were few people there also watching with us.
After about fifteen minutes of watching this match, something or someone caught my attention. Even though my eyes were glued to the flat screen, I couldn't help but notice a quite curvy lady, scantily clad, leaving little to the imagination. As a male human being, my eyes followed, visually perusing her physique and assets of attraction in two or three seconds, and then I slowly but eventually returned my eyes to the screen. While I watched the match, I figured she was with a certain dude or so, who probably was around the viewing centre or thereabouts, so being adventurous as at this time may not profit much, so I thought. Shortly after I returned to more interesting things like soccer, I was distracted again, and this time, by a lady who I could not overlook. If the first lady was sexy, this one was hot! As in, "nicki minaj and beyonce at the same time" hot! Ok, she first passed my front, which was when I caught her full figure, and damn! I began to think a lot of things, then I started thinking about nothing. She was just like a well endowed and beautiful supermodel, who, after a while of looking for where to nest her legs, promptly came near where I was. While I was still trying to gather myself and return my focus to the match, two more ladies showed up.
Both were as sexy and as scantily clad and as voluptuous as the second lady that I saw. I was like "Ahn ahn, where are they coming from? Is there a special place where ladies like this are made?". While I was still thinking in that line and having completely lost focus in the match I was watching by now, one of the two ladies that just came, promptly catwalked up to me, shaking all her assets as she came, and after coming close to my side, she said "hi".
All of a sudden, everywhere became hot, the AC stopped working, the match became annoying, I started sweating, and all the thoughts in my head before, just cleared. I had to remember to reply her back. "Hi" I replied, sounding like davido with a bad voice, and almost swallowing my tongue. After we exchanged pleasantries and courtesies, the "convo" between the both of us flowed pretty well (trust me na) and it got to a point where she began complementing me subtly. She'd say things like "If you know the way ladies love tall guys eh..." (I am tall) Or "Cool guys usually get their way around girls if they play their cards well"... And I was like, "Well, this convo is making brain". Of course, the match was sounding to me like static now, and while I was still dropping lines and all that, with said lady, my guy from before, who was near me but not too close, shifted close to me and whispered this words: "How much?"
A pause. Then a quizzical look. Then another pause.
And then it hit me. Like a trailer hitting a car on the express. She was an ashawo, a sex worker. All the ladies I saw with my eyes in that place were sex workers. All of them.
Even as I looked, more ladies had shown up in that area where we were and had already latched themselves to some guys around.
The mini crash and tumbling down of emotions I began to feel taught me one lesson; I'm still a learner when it came to observance and deductive reasoning. When I returned my focus back to her, I noticed she noticed my very recent facial expressions.
I just prayed she didn't fully code what caused it so that I could be slick about my evasion of her. While I was still reasoning whether or not she coded anything, she surprisingly asked how long was I spending with her. I was like "so soon?". I decided to play along and said "All through the nite. Till morning". She lighted up and said "Oook, that would be N10K". I looked at her and said "N10K??? No, that's too much. Come on. What of N5K?" She just gave me the "I can do better than that honey" look, and stressed the "honey" part well. I then said in my most casual manner, like Al pacino would; "Ok, deal. N10K agreed. Lemme get some cash from the ATM". At that point, she was ecstatic, and just as I was about to go for the ATM, she said, "Alright, let's go to my room and give me what you have now. When we're done, you pay the balance".
A pause. A look at her. Another pause.
I was like "Ooooh, lemme ah!", but I had to quickly think of an alternative. While I was still thinking, I had to play along and act like I accepted her offer. I had to also think quickly before it became too late (Mission impossible soundtrack playing in my head). I looked around and noticed that as I climbed up the stairs, eyes trailed me all the way up, being I was the first guy to ascend those stairs that night. I could imagine what she must have been thinking.
Anyway, as I climbed, I just had a idea, and started hurrying downstairs again. "Hey, hey, I almost forgot", I said. She was like "what did you forget?". I said, "My BT". "What's that?" She asked with a quizzically expectant look. "You'll soon find out". And that was it, I was gone.
Many hotels of this manner has sprung up in recent times, even in residential areas, like on my street. At night, all the "beautiful girls" in these hotels pour out into the streets and become spectacles for spectators and prospects.
Even children and young folk are exposed to their "sirenful" charm, alluring and drawing them in with enticing and voluptuous physiques, curves, and movements, setting them on a path of illicit, and (in the long run) costly pleasures, for a price.
All in all, the power of observation is an asset and is advantageous, but can also expose one to unperceived scenarios which one may not be prepared for.As for the lady in that hotel, she might've thought for a while what "BT" means, then eventually discard that and wonder what had become of her "market"....As for my guy busy watching his match in the midst of all those distractions, your guess is as good as mine as to what became of him. I haven't seen him since then.
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Now, I noticed that hotel from where the military men came from. This hotel, I came to believe, was a place where sex workers offer their services to lodgers, sometimes unsuspecting lodgers in a very subtle and unobstentatious manner, making it look as if they were not even interested in the sex business.
There was a time, around mid last year, when there was an important match about to be played (can't remember the teams now) and there was this intensity about the match, that me and one of my "guys", along with lagosian masses, were seriously looking for viewing centres to watch the match, being also that NEPA (or PHCN actually) had retrieved their power. While I and my guy walked around, looking for a viewing centre, he promptly pointed out a hotel where we could watch the match.
While I was still trying to make up my mind to watch it in that hotel, I heard a shout erupting from the whole area, which indicated the match had already started and that there was a near goal opportunity. I quickly went in to try and catch the highlights of the attempt at goal. On getting to the entrance of the hotel building, it seemed like a normal, air conditioned, lighted place, with a bar section, a pretty long corridor, leading to the stairs, and a viewing centre. Ok, the match having started already, I looked for a comfortable and suitable place to stand and watch, being that there were few people there also watching with us.
After about fifteen minutes of watching this match, something or someone caught my attention. Even though my eyes were glued to the flat screen, I couldn't help but notice a quite curvy lady, scantily clad, leaving little to the imagination. As a male human being, my eyes followed, visually perusing her physique and assets of attraction in two or three seconds, and then I slowly but eventually returned my eyes to the screen. While I watched the match, I figured she was with a certain dude or so, who probably was around the viewing centre or thereabouts, so being adventurous as at this time may not profit much, so I thought. Shortly after I returned to more interesting things like soccer, I was distracted again, and this time, by a lady who I could not overlook. If the first lady was sexy, this one was hot! As in, "nicki minaj and beyonce at the same time" hot! Ok, she first passed my front, which was when I caught her full figure, and damn! I began to think a lot of things, then I started thinking about nothing. She was just like a well endowed and beautiful supermodel, who, after a while of looking for where to nest her legs, promptly came near where I was. While I was still trying to gather myself and return my focus to the match, two more ladies showed up.
Both were as sexy and as scantily clad and as voluptuous as the second lady that I saw. I was like "Ahn ahn, where are they coming from? Is there a special place where ladies like this are made?". While I was still thinking in that line and having completely lost focus in the match I was watching by now, one of the two ladies that just came, promptly catwalked up to me, shaking all her assets as she came, and after coming close to my side, she said "hi".
All of a sudden, everywhere became hot, the AC stopped working, the match became annoying, I started sweating, and all the thoughts in my head before, just cleared. I had to remember to reply her back. "Hi" I replied, sounding like davido with a bad voice, and almost swallowing my tongue. After we exchanged pleasantries and courtesies, the "convo" between the both of us flowed pretty well (trust me na) and it got to a point where she began complementing me subtly. She'd say things like "If you know the way ladies love tall guys eh..." (I am tall) Or "Cool guys usually get their way around girls if they play their cards well"... And I was like, "Well, this convo is making brain". Of course, the match was sounding to me like static now, and while I was still dropping lines and all that, with said lady, my guy from before, who was near me but not too close, shifted close to me and whispered this words: "How much?"
A pause. Then a quizzical look. Then another pause.
And then it hit me. Like a trailer hitting a car on the express. She was an ashawo, a sex worker. All the ladies I saw with my eyes in that place were sex workers. All of them.
Even as I looked, more ladies had shown up in that area where we were and had already latched themselves to some guys around.
The mini crash and tumbling down of emotions I began to feel taught me one lesson; I'm still a learner when it came to observance and deductive reasoning. When I returned my focus back to her, I noticed she noticed my very recent facial expressions.
I just prayed she didn't fully code what caused it so that I could be slick about my evasion of her. While I was still reasoning whether or not she coded anything, she surprisingly asked how long was I spending with her. I was like "so soon?". I decided to play along and said "All through the nite. Till morning". She lighted up and said "Oook, that would be N10K". I looked at her and said "N10K??? No, that's too much. Come on. What of N5K?" She just gave me the "I can do better than that honey" look, and stressed the "honey" part well. I then said in my most casual manner, like Al pacino would; "Ok, deal. N10K agreed. Lemme get some cash from the ATM". At that point, she was ecstatic, and just as I was about to go for the ATM, she said, "Alright, let's go to my room and give me what you have now. When we're done, you pay the balance".
A pause. A look at her. Another pause.
I was like "Ooooh, lemme ah!", but I had to quickly think of an alternative. While I was still thinking, I had to play along and act like I accepted her offer. I had to also think quickly before it became too late (Mission impossible soundtrack playing in my head). I looked around and noticed that as I climbed up the stairs, eyes trailed me all the way up, being I was the first guy to ascend those stairs that night. I could imagine what she must have been thinking.
Anyway, as I climbed, I just had a idea, and started hurrying downstairs again. "Hey, hey, I almost forgot", I said. She was like "what did you forget?". I said, "My BT". "What's that?" She asked with a quizzically expectant look. "You'll soon find out". And that was it, I was gone.
Even children and young folk are exposed to their "sirenful" charm, alluring and drawing them in with enticing and voluptuous physiques, curves, and movements, setting them on a path of illicit, and (in the long run) costly pleasures, for a price.
All in all, the power of observation is an asset and is advantageous, but can also expose one to unperceived scenarios which one may not be prepared for.As for the lady in that hotel, she might've thought for a while what "BT" means, then eventually discard that and wonder what had become of her "market"....As for my guy busy watching his match in the midst of all those distractions, your guess is as good as mine as to what became of him. I haven't seen him since then.
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Twitter - @odusolar
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Comments
Sleeping with a prostitute is like sharing your cup with the public...she is a carrier of not just Std but numerous spirits with no name or cure. Guys open your eyes n put your straws in its packet. If at all you must do...get a trusted partner.