The argument of religion or morality has not prevented prostitution from existing or thriving. If anything, all it has succeeded in doing is driving transactional sex underground, thereby making it more dangerous for everybody involved, and society at large.
Getting my IUD put in in America was such a huge contrast with my numerous frustrating attempts to get some sort of semi-permanent birth control in Nigeria.
In the almost two years I have lived here however, it has remained cold and empty, and fewer than three people have come through the door in all that time.
It’s weird. This blog has kept me company through some of the darkest times of my life, but I’ve never written about the love of my life here.
How many times have we heard of, and seen first hand, Nigerian women who thought they were in steady, serious relationships, only for their boyfriend to send them invitation cards to his wedding (to someone else) out of the blue?
Besides struggling with constant suicidal thoughts, I’ve suffered from utter apathy for little over a year now. Nothing excites me anymore, nothing makes me happy anymore. Just when I thought I was at my darkest moment, I met someone on Twitter and fell in love.
If my seventeen year old self could see me now, she’d be very surprised. This isn’t how I imagined being twenty-five would be at all. I really believed that by twenty-five I would be a full-fledged adult with my life thoroughly together, probably even married, and with a baby on the way.
Somehow that hasn’t happened yet, and in a few hours, I will be six years into my twenties without a fucking clue what I am doing or where I am going with my life.
So many people get all bent out of shape about the number of people we have sex with, but does anyone care about the why?
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Agree that it's wrong to look-down on prostitute. I, too, use to take a dim view of prostitution until I used one's services. In my mid-late […]
I cry anytime I remember what I went through the hands of family , was tossed around like a coin. Saw dad after 19 years […]
Was tormented about this almost all my life during school. The words don't mean a thing to me now. Went to the worst of worst
It been crazy for me. It hasn't been easy. Fuck dada
Can relate , he is still alive though. Worse is I am a replica of him , he keeps trying to deny but he