I grew up where I saw women selling themselves every night. Once the street lights come on, you’ll see them walking one after the other to the where the lights shine the brightest. They were like light bugs. They dot around the light as if it’s the light that gives them the energy to do what they do. My mom sold food by the streets at night.
I would be next to my mom watching these girls do their business. I spoke to some of them. A few of them became friends and they asked of me whenever they came around to buy stuff. When their dresses were too revealing, my mom would ask me to cover my eyes. I saw her struggle. She didn’t want me there but if I wasn’t, who would help her sell? My mom was doing life all alone with four kids. I was the eldest. My dad disappeared because he couldn’t stand us.
We were more than he bargained for so when push came to shove, he disappeared and never looked back. My uncle, my father’s elder brother was there for us until he too stopped caring for us. I was a child. I didn’t know why he stopped but I remember my……Read Full Story Here.………………..
