“See Cynthia, this man has agreed to pay five hundred thousand naira for a night with you,” Linda started, “no one can ever pay you that much for a night.”

“I am just scared,” I said, “I haven’t done it before.”

“There is always a first time for everything,” Linda said.

“I never envisaged my first to be this way,” I snapped while letting a tear drop.

“I understand Cynthia, but think about your mother…” she went on and on while she drew me close to her.

Yes, my mum, the only person in my life. My only family. She was fighting brain tumour and needed a quick surgery.

Having nothing but a small shop which was almost out of stock, I went to Linda for help. Being just eighteen and faced with a lot of responsibilities, I quickly applied light makeup and boarded a taxi to the address of the hotel written for me by Linda on a piece of paper.

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