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One day, I asked my mom about my dad, and she said I had no father. She had been doing this business for years. I started when I was 17 because life made me an orphan, my mom said. When I became pregnant, I tried everything possible to remove it. There was nothing I didn't do, but it refused to go. I was trying to take it off because I didn't know who was responsible. In a day, I slept with six men, so there was no way I could tell who my child's father was, she added.
I had never gone to school before; I only stayed at home. I went outside when any of the aunts brought a man home. It had been a normal life for me. On the day I turned ten, I started seeing my period, and my mom told me that she couldn't provide everything for me anymore. She said she earned a little money from her work and that customers didn't pay well anymore. She told me it was time for me to be a woman, to join her business, and assist her so she could have enough for herself. I asked her if I wasn't too small for the job. She said she would be the one to give me customers that would suit my age. I joined her business.
For five years, I worked as a sex worker. All my mom did with the money we earned was to buy clothes, change her synthetic hair, and so on. There were no savings at all. I asked her why she spent everything on clothes and hair. She answered that it was the only way customers could find her attractive. One day, she brought a customer home, and when I was there with the other roommates, the man told my mom she should bring me to join them for a higher pay. We had paid some that night until daybreak. He said he indeed paid well. This continued until I was 19.
My mom became very sick, to the point where one could say she might not make it. I couldn't go look for customers anymore. I was taking care of her with the last money we had earned. We couldn't pay the daily rent, so they sent us out. I took my mom to an uncompleted building where we found shelter. I was sleeping with some street guys, bringing them to the uncompleted building so they could sleep with me in the morning. That was how I could raise money for food and medicine.
One day, I also became sick. There was no one to help me because my mom was also sick. The whole place started smelling because we couldn't bathe or take care of ourselves. The universe sent one man who came into the building for a reason I didn't know. I begged him to please help us. He agreed to help and called on some people to come assist him. As they were trying to help my mom, she didn't move. I immediately found out that she had died. I was taken to the hospital, and my mom was taken to the mortuary. I was broken and couldn't stop crying. I was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. The thought of having the disease killed me faster inside.
I begged them to allow me to see my mom in the mortuary. They took me in. "Mom, I miss you. Mom, you've left your little girl. Mom, I'm sick too. Mom, I have no one. You are the only soul I've known. Mom, I know you introduced me to your business so we could feed. Mom, this world will be lonely without you. Please come back." I was sick and went back to my ward. I'm still here telling my story. This story almost made me cry. I don't know how to move on with my life. I don't know if I need courage. What do I do? Advise me. Please drop your thoughts in the comment section.
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