Ashawo(Lovepeddler)

*Ashawo(lovepeddler)*
You call me an ashawo (lovepeddler)
A woman of disgust
An image of disdain
Yet you seek for my pleasure.

Am an ashawo
Have you ever wondered why I am one
Have you asked if it is my joy to be one
Or do I get any joy from being one
Yet you call me an ashawo
Let me ask you
Have you been there before?
Not down this time
But my house at ipetu
Have you heard my story
Have you heard that of my sister -Romoke
How she was molested and forcefully turned into a woman
Let me ask
Did you also hear the story of how she died
As a result of shame and hypocrisy of the society.

Have you heard my story
That of my brother -oladele
How he dropped out of school
Cause there's no support
Mama is dead
Papa is dead
Neither did the government provides support
This turned his dream of becoming an engineer to an agbero(bus conductor) in *Ipetu*

Have you heard my story?
Not my sister or brother's this time around
My personal life
The story of a beautiful orphan
Just like everyone of you,  she had dream
To be a medical doctor
To comfort and save souls
But do you achieve all these goals when you live in an abject poverty
Let me ask you, do you know what an abject poverty means?
How about I tell you then
It is when morning does not meet evening nor do evening meet that of the night
Even leftovers are difficult to get
You are thinking can't I go to wealthy,
Even help from wealthy comes with a price
Let me ask , do you still call me a lovepeddler.

You call me an ashawo
But have you tell them about your story,
Let me take a minute
Did you tell them, I am your medical doctor
One you get comfort from right on my bed
The one you get pleasure from grabbing her boobs and sucking her tits like a baby craving for breast milk
Yet you still call me an ashawo
The one you get satisfaction as your rod swims in her candy jar
To pick candy One you you have no idea of how it got there
Yet you still have the guts to call me an ashawo
You claim
Am a sinner
One which I admit I am
But the truth is we are both a sinners.

Wait, have you  tell them about the story of yours
How you left your wives and children
How you came crawling towards me saying it joyfully
Of how you moan as I give you different position
How you come running at me seeking my medical comfort
Of how your eyes turns like a goat that is being slaughtered
Have you tell them?
How you beg and shout my name when you want to  release your sticky pap in/on me,
I guess you didn't.

I didn't say all these to get sympathy from any of you
You can call me an ashawo or your medical comforter or different sorts of name
You can Spit and curse my existence
But you see fate is inevitable
I'm not a medical doctor but I am a medical practitioner in another field
But you don't have the right to judge me or call me names
Cause we both engage in the same sins
Maybe yours is even greater than mine.
 *©Millennium_Alexanderer*
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