Love in the Mire

IS HE BACK?

"Ore mi toh fine, black beauty" my friend Sola commented me as I stood at her doorpost

"Abeg let me pass" I hissed, "since I dey knock you no answer"

"Chill nigga, wetin do you?"

"Nothing sorry"

"No truly what is it or who is it this time?" she asked nudging me at the side

"Nothing its.. just my mom"

"Wetin happen?"

"Sola enough with the pidgin" I corrected.

Sola was a reckless kind of girl, ignorant and vulgar did her job is what I termed prostitution, although in some parts of Nigeria is reffered to as “runz girl” and is extremely proud of it. According to her, prostitution is having fun and earning money.
She's someone I cherish so much despite her bad profession. We’ve been friends from childhood and she started this profession due to her sex addiction. Sola is a beautiful endowed girl right from when she was little, she was someone that turned the heads of men and made their eyes almost fall out of their sockets. But unfortunately for her, her uncle was one of those men who couldn’t keep his pants zipped up. He raped Sola when she was eleven years old, deceived her that if she wanted to be matured, she must have sex. So he raped the poor innocent girl and bought her sweets and chocolate to shut up when she cried it was so p00ainful. He kept having sex with her for almost two years until she threatened to spill because she was tired. Well, to cut the long story short, she didn’t spill, instead she went back to him that she needs the sex because apparently she was already fond o it. So the both of them were doing their secret affairs with no one until years later when her uncle fell ill and died. So due to his demise, she still needed  the sex and went for the professional type. Started only when she was 22years old. She was my friend, I loved her but I didn't know how to help her. I've encouraged, convinced even threatened she gets help but she remained adamant

"Na the wey I dey talk to my clients abeg" she teased

"Geez, Shola I'm not your client and seriously I love you but I hate your job"

"Oh whatever, what can I do to be satisfied mandy? I've told you several times that I need to be satisfied"

"I don’t know, uhm,. get married". I said stating the obvious

"Oh please marriage is boring, and he won't give me everyday"

"Sola please get married, what if you get STD or get pregnant",she looked at me uneasily, I stared at her deeply interpreting what her eyes might be telling me, "oh no sola you are not pregnant right?"

"What? uhm, of course not"

"Then why that look?"

"Mandy come on"

Then it clicked, "oh my gosh you aborted??"

"Mandy please lets…."

"You aborted" I cut her short widening my eyes in shock

"Mandy"

"No Sola, answer my qyestion, did you abort?"

"Hmmm"

"What?"

"Yes I did okay?" she sighed, "I did happy?"

I looked at her in disbelief, "what would I be happy about, when?"

"Huh?" She stared at me

"When did you abort?"

"Uhm", she stuttered, scratching her head

"Sola answer me"
"The first time was…"

"The first time?" I shrieked

"Mandy come on"