I am a 24 year old caterer who lives somewhere in Accra. I live in a chamber and Hall self contain which was rented for me by one of my zaddys. I have always been attracted to men who are at least twice my age. I used to tell my friends but they will laugh and think it was a joke. But I have always been serious. I have never dated a guy in his twenties or even thirties because I am not attracted to them at all and the problem is not just about money because there are rich guys in their 30s. But it’s about the older and mature look. If you are a man in your 40s and you look young like a man in his 30s, I won’t be attracted to you. It is that serious and I am not joking.
Instead of being attracted to my fellow mates in SHS like all the girls were, I was rather attracted to some of the teachers who were old enough to be my father. I even went as far as having an affair with one of them. I was just 16 years then and he was a married man in his 40s. I knew he was married, but I couldn’t help it and we did a secret affair until I finished SHS. After that, my passes were not so good. Especially in core and elective maths. My father was forcing me to rewrite it. One day he even beat me with his belt because I told him I didn’t want to go to the university. Since my parents were forcing me to write nov/dec and add that to my WASSCE passes so that I can go to uni and I didn’t want to, I run away from home and went to stay with a friend.
She was the one who opened my eyes to the other side of life. She had a lot of older men who were looking to have fun with her. Many of them were rich and married and he started introducing me to them. That was where I had my first zaddy. He was 52, he had a lot of grey beard and that was exactly what I liked. It is an open secret that many of these men are married but they don’t talk about it and they don’t expect you to ask them. He wasn’t wearing a ring anytime I met him, but I knew he was married. You can even see the mark of the ring on his finger. He was the one who took me to the catering school and paid everything for me to start. At a point I felt like he was not doing well in bed and he was always tired. Also he was reaching climax too early and leaving me unsatisfied, so I started looking for another older man.
Through that, I had fun with different daddies. My friend introduced me to a particular group who were not looking for any strings. You meet them, have fun once and that is it. They were also well-known people and even some of them wore masks when I met them with my friend at one secret nightclub. After they drove us to a nice house and they all had fun with just the two of us. They were about eight and it was just my friend and I. I didn’t worry about STDs because they were more careful than us, so they used protection. It was fun all night and they all took turns on us and passed as around until we were all tired. After that encounter I was so sore and tired, but I liked it so much. My friend and I did that a few times until I met my current zaddy.
He wanted to keep me for himself, so he rented the chamber and hall self-contain for me and he visits me anytime he likes. Many times, he passes my side after work for some fun before he goes home. I am on my way to financial independence because of these men. I have opened investment accounts with the money I receive from them. I have always said that older men will be the end of me. I don’t care about what happens to me tomorrow, I am focused on having fun today. Someone will say all is vanity, but as one quote I saw on facebook said, Wealth is vanity, poverty is also vanity, choose your vanity well. I have never cared about what people say about me. For now, I am enjoying my life until I can’t enjoy anymore. Just felt like sharing.