The Psychology of the Nigerian Night Walker

- November 23, 2014

I had always been fascinated with the concept of Prostitution.

Imagining it to be a exciting and glamorous life-Style. I thought were strong and empowered femme fatales who went after what they wanted: Sex. And even made a Profit out of doing some-Thing they Loved.

So, I decided to probe further...

Here, I was able to see the real nature of the "Scarlet Ladies" or "red-Light Walkers" (as I used to fondly call them). Away from the Flesh Markets of the Night. Away from the Johns they needed to on their best behaviour for. Away from the need to put on a false show of bravado, due to the fact that they have heard men find Confidence sexy.

I had always been fascinated with the concept of Prostitution.

Had, being the operative word here.

I saw were hollow life-Less base model Homo Sapiens walking with drooping heads, barely lifting their feet up, shoulders slumped, lack-Lustre smiles and lest I for-Get: Bitterness. Oooh, the bitterness, it was like walking around powder kegs waiting to erupt. Every-one on the edge, eyes darting in all directions, bodies tense, harboured resentment oozing from every pore.

Resentment arising from a perceived slight from one of the others. Resentment at the other girl for having a nicer figure or skin, hopelessness at the future, no education, no skills, not even that good in bed because she feels all the John wants to do is poke away any-Way, so, why give any Extra Value when she's not getting extra pay? If he wants the whole nine yards of responsiveness, well, he's got pay more, after-All, the Bastard does not Love her. Fini.

Picture sleeping with a Man you do not like, can-Not Stand, can barely tolerate but be-Cause he gives some money you're forced to endure the constant Badgering of your most (not-so) sacred part with a Lubricant or some-Times Saliva. And, you have to do this with a smile on your face while giving an enthusiastic display of sexual enjoyment. And you have to be Nice to him so that he keeps sending for you beCause you need the money. That constant badgering has got to cause Neurological Damage of some sort. Surely.

There are different categories of these Runz Girls, as they like to call them-Selves be-Cause Ashawo(local word for prostitute) is "insulting" and saying they sleep with men for money to survive is simply preposterous! Er, ok.

Any-way, as I was saying #categories:
There are:

1. The Looking-for-Daddy: These ones treat every man as they would their father. Some defer to their father-Figure to an alarming degree of excessive submission. The Others act pre-Adolescent around their Johns, use baby talk and act completely child-Like.

2. The Seeking-Love-in-all-the-Wrong places: She sees any John who treats her with any iota of humaneness as "The One".

3. There are the middle-Class kids who speak proper english, went to decent schools, but have fallen on hard times, and in-Stead of adapting accordingly, they want to maintain their life-Style, and since they are Lazy not very Bright they jump in-To "easy" money. But the Truth of the matter is, it isn't easy. You pay the biggest prize of all - The Calcification of your Soul.

4. There are also a spattering of rich kids who come from rigid homes and like the laxity and adventure of the life-Style. They see them-Selves as in-Dependent, making money with-Out the help of their parents. Usually, they reTurn home when the reality of the life-Style kicks in. That is if they are not already hooked on the ever availAble array of easily procured Hard Drugs.

5. There are those who come from really poor socio-economic back-grounds, have no education, no work skills with very poor social skills and this is their only option(or so they have convinced them-selves). Elaborate on this statement from the stand-Point of Objectivism.

In regards to Love and Tenderness, they do not under-Stand the Concept. They view it with suspicion when it is shown to them especially if the conversation is not bridged with the talk or the implication of money.

There is also the Laughter; which I later discovered is the (what I would like to call) "play-Along Laughter". You know, that one they inject in-To the Conversation to give you the impression, that they actually care what you say because the better your disposition, the better your GenQ© (generousity quotient). They force an Air of Gaiety which on loser inspection cracks and the false is seen underneath.

These females are professionals and they are all un-Believably damaged to a you-have-to-see-to-understand degree.

And, oh, did I mention the fights? They are surreal to listen to and watch. Anything can trigger it. Anything. It's almost like they are looking for an excuse to go at it. And they don't like each other, they need each other beCause of the "safety in numbers" bit.

The fights, the... VENOM.

There is nothing romantic about prostitution. NOTHING. My advice to any-one contemplating it is: DON'T. Look for some-Thing to do, even if it is selling airtime top up scratch cards.

Pray. Believe. Keep a Sincere Heart.

And most importantly, NEVER stop believing in the silver lining.