Hello please post my story for me. I am a young girl who is planning to get married very soon. 12 years ago, I came to Ghana with my mother. We are Nigerians. Things were not going well for us and my mother and I came here. Around that time the word h*okup was not common like it. People were not even using it. My mum is really beautiful. We are Igbos and we have this light skin almost like mixed people. Guys started approaching my mum and sometimes me. They will give her money and sleep with her. That was how we started our life here in Ghana. We rented a nice place to stay in and it was the place my mother was meeting the men. I knew about it so when the men come, I didn’t bother them. I make sure I don’t pass the bedroom. That was the life I was introduced to. I don’t blame my mother or hate her but she exposed me to it.
Sometimes the men will come and see me and offer to pay double for a time with me. We weren’t ashawo girls who stand by the road side but we knew our clients and they also told their friends. I wasn’t a virgin when I came to Ghana. My mother knew that. So when these men were offering to pay more for me, she said it was up to me to decide. I was the selective type. So it was the young nice looking guys I was allowing to have s*x with me or the very rich and neat old men. When I was 21 years, my mother died. She had HIV and other infections at that time. She was also struggling with depression and she always threatened to kill herself. She blamed herself for how I had turned out. My mother was just careless sometimes. She made sure the men used condoms, but there were some clients he trusted for whatever reason because they were coming to her everyday. In the end she took some drugs, overdosed and died.
It even became news, but that was many years ago. I stopped the h*okup for a while. But that was what was paying the bills so I went back to it. I started calling my clients and telling them I was back in business. I changed my location because I couldn’t stay in the same room my mum died in. The business boomed after her death. I opened accounts on Facebook and later on tinder. I was advertising myself everywhere and the men were coming. I had to ignore some messages because I was booked for the day. I had s*x so much that I wasn’t feeling anything again. I just fake the moans and pray for the guy to finish early so that I take the next guy’s money. Like my mother, I had my own regular clients. Most of them were young guys in their 20s and I even gave them discounts when I felt like it.
Like 5 years ago, this man came for my services. He was old and he had s*x with me. He was the last client for the day. After he was done he spoke to me and adviced me to stop this business because it doesn’t fit a nice girl like me and he said he wanted me to change. He became a regular client. Even though he will f*ck me, he will still advice me after. He was the first client I considered my friend. I saw that he wasn’t just conversing with me because he wanted s*x but he showed me care. I always made sure I used condoms and I checked for STDs every year. My mum’s death taught me a lesson. So within months, this client friend opened an indomie joint for me. He stopped having s*x with me and confessed that he is also trying to stop sleeping with ashawo girls. He was checking up on me and my business once a while and it wasn’t doing bad.
But I couldn’t stop the h*okup. You will be there and an old client will just call you. If you reject his offer, he will increase the money because he is h*rny. I started meeting my clients on Sundays and focusing on the indomie the rest of the week. That’s how I met this guy. He will come and buy indomie and compliment me. We started dating. One day he invited me to an event and I met his best friend. I may forget a client who passed by just once, but I can’t forget those who have f*cked me more than 3 times. His best friend is a regular at my place. I even stripped him naked in my mind and remembered all the styles he gave me. I didn’t even know he was a youth pastor and he was also newly married. It’s none of my business though but it surprised me.
I liked how he acted normal like he doesn’t know me. I also acted the same way. I dated the guy for over a year and his friend and I never spoke alone we all acted normal although he never came to my house for s*x again. I stopped the h*okup about 7 months into the relationship. I saw how serious my guy was and I gave love a chance for the first time in my life. Although like once a while a client calls for s*x. I have blocked all of them and left the place. My guy doesn’t know my past. This year he proposed marriage and I accepted. Hmm that’s where his friend met me and warned me to make sure I don’t marry his friend and that he will expose me. I have also threatened to expose him to his wife and children if he makes any move. All this while he knew I was dating his friend and he assumed it wasn’t anything serious and we will break up. Now that he knows we are getting married and he will be the best man, he wants to destroy my happiness. Am I doing the right thing please? A h*okup girl also deserves to marry. I wont let this guy destroy my happiness.