DEBORAH....

My name is Deborah but my friends call me Dobby am 35 and in this my small life, I've seen it all. I've travelled to different places, I've been with different men, black, short, tall, slim, fat, just name it. I used to have things, name it and I got it cars, clothes, jewelries, ipad, iphones, human hair of all colours and lengths. I lived the very life, nobody hustle reach me na. I still have a lot of protégées in the business. All-expense paid trips to Caribbean, Bahamas, France etc lets even bring it home boat club, polo club, eleshin private beach cruising on private boats and yacht were my local trips.

 I was all you could ever want in a woman like the woman at the well of Zarapath that had had five husbands and was with the 6th when Jesus met her at the well, other women hated me cos their husbands loved me and like delailah I got the men to do as I wished. I am from a good Christian home with all the proper home training we are not poor in fact my dad is rich, cooking is a major strong point for me so my men were well fed both in their stomach and otherwise. All these qualities I used to my selfish advantage. But I wish I knew what I know now then.

My youth wasted, my time wasted, all the things I acquired during my hustling days all mean nothing to me no more infact they are a constant reminder of my stupidity, am getting older and younger girls these days aren’t smiling and for us old dogs it’s the crumbs that are coming in these days as they are going the extra mile to get things my body and wits got for me back then even to the extent of using jazz and cutting short their lives span and our men are using more of other ways to get wealth that a lot of the girls are being used for rituals. 

But that’s not why am here, am here because just a year ago I lost my best friend Amaka (crying) that could have been me because I actually introduced her to the guy she went to be with in Abuja because I actually could not make that trip, I had another client I had to service here in Lagos and this was a special client. He comes into the country twice in a year and he pays well. 

Amaka died in that Dana plane crash, and I am the only one that knows what she went for as she told her parents it was a job interview, it was her first outing , I virtually pushed her into it cos she had no job and was living off me, “ babe you have what it takes to get anything you want off any man so why don’t you just use what you have to get what you want” I always said to her and she would just smile or ignore me cos she also had a Christian background but eventually she gave in to the pressure and I gladly arranged her trip. 

It really got me thinking, I went to a church, it was my wake up call, I gave my life to Christ. Jesus gave me a second chance, but as a result of my past life I didn’t bother much with school so my results are nothing to write home about and getting a job at this age with no experience is almost impossible as I never had a reason to work before now. I started hustling at the age of 16 cos I gained admission into the University early, I was a PYT (A PRETTY YOUNG THING), I met my 1st boyfriend during my clearance and he was all I had ever dreamed of in a man and he came to me as a knight in shining armor, he helped me through the clearance with ease, well he was a final year student what was I expecting? He had 4 years experience in the school and in no time I was head over heels in love with him despite all the warnings from my parents and older roommates in the hostel against rushing into a relationship as a jambite and worse off dating a final year student who was just looking for fresh blood as they were termed, but I didn’t listen. 

I had my freedom and I could do as I pleased was my thought. 2months into the relationship I found out he had a steady girlfriend and they had been dating for a while, I was heartbroken as I had allowed him pop the hymen, it was then I decided to have my pound of flesh and have multiple partners and boyfriends then as time went on I decided not to do it for free but to get something out of it so my escapades began and I did it well. 

I look back and I don't want to even remember what my life had been because of all the things I've done as the boy that broke my heart then that I refused to forgive is happily married with kids and has a good job cos he graduated with good grades and am not neither do I have a job to fall back on.

 Now I've lost my best friend and all I got back then are stale now as there are newer and better things in vogue, all is vanity upon vanity. I have re-dedicated my life to God, but I can’t get back all I have lost over the years and I just realized recently that I have become schizophrenic as a result of the spiritual connections I had with these different men through sex which is causing me to do a lot of binding and casting and I have to read mind correction books to battle it. 

I know God has forgiven me but it’s hard for me to forgive myself especially cos of Amakas’ death. I go to different schools and talk to young people about the dangers of having Sex before marriage, promiscuity, infidelity and I even counsel people about why it is good to wait until you are married before having sex and wait till you are mentally, emotionally, spiritually and psychologically ready before you enter into any relationship cause as teenagers dating isn’t priority. Please don’t make the mistakes I made, I was warned but I still did it anyway. Please am on my knees begging you to not just toss my story aside, it’s a real story, the story of my life.