How a s£x worker helped me when a friend failed me after my NYSC – Man narrates

One Maazi Ogbonnaya Okoro has narrated how sec workers helped him when a friend refused to him.

In a post which was gathered by our correspondence reads,

“The day I stopped being judgemental about street workers was the day I was stranded and got help from one.

When you are done with school and NYSC, trying to find your feet is the most difficult thing to do. You will become confused about your life and everything.

I was to go look for job in one of the states in Nigeria. One of my friends was inviting me to come. He said I should come and stay in his house.

Excited to see my old friend, I picked up my bag and left. I finally got there in the night. On my way, I was giving the dude information about my movement.

As soon as I got to his area, he turned off his phone. I called and called, no way. No picking.

I didn’t know anyone in that city, but then, if confusion was a person, it was me.

The little money on me could not pay for a hotel room without affecting my other movement and job waka. I was thinking of what to do.

I saw a “bar” on the street. People were drinking and music was buzzing through the speakers. I went there.

I could not kee myself😅. I ordered a bottle of beer. The idea was to keep drinking from one bottle till daybreak. I decided to just stay there, brave it; in the morning I would find my way.

A few moments later, a lady came to me, chewing a gum and blowing it up.

“Short time or day break?”

“Wait ooo. Na their territory I dey?” I asked myself.

I smiled and told her I wasn’t interested. Wàhala wey dey my head pass all this.

She left.

As it was getting to 12:00 midnight, the bar was becoming empty. People were leaving.
Aah ah! I thought it could be balling till daybreak. I was just buying time.

I started swearing for the so-called friend who caused me this suffering. Why telling me to come and turn off his phone?

I was still thinking of what to do when the lady came to me again.

“Here is not safe for you. You better leave here before area boys will come and collect your phone,” she warned.

At this point, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing, but I opened up to her that my guy just messed me up. I was stranded.

“Eiyaa. But I dey work, I for help you,” she said after hearing my sad story.

She left, returned again…

“I go like help you,” she confirmed “No fear, follow me to my house. Tomorrow you go. These boys go collect your belongings.”

I could see her heart and I wasn’t scared of anything. I followed her.

We got to her room. A one-room self-contained. I was asking myself: You mean this lady ended her work for the day just to accommodate and help you? A total stranger?

She went to boil hot water for me.

“Are you afraid?” she asked.

“No. I am not scared.”

She mixed the hot water with cold one and asked me to go and take my bath.

I was so tired. Long journey. I took my bath.

That night, she went to buy us food. She bought for herself and me.

Ah ah. I was telling her she had done enough already. Why disturbing herself?

“Eat jare,” she said.

I ate.

Before I slept she asked me: “You wan’ knack? In case you want, I no go charge you. I just want you to be happy.”

I told her I appreciated her effort already. I wasn’t ready for that. The hospitality was enough.

I couldn’t sleep; my eyes were open. I used to have a certain kind of feeling about people doing her kind of business. I see them as uselesss; nonentities. But that very night, I was telling myself that while habit could be immoral, humanity and kindness is a trait.

I didn’t know when I slept off. In the morning, she woke me up that my bathing water was ready.

When I prepared to leave, I collected her phone number. I didn’t know when I started praying for her. Like, I turned to prayer warrior overnight.

I dipped my hand into my pocket and was giving her 3k, at least to show appreciation. She declined it.

“I just wan’ help you,” she said. “Use the money support yourself for your job hunting. Good luck.”

This got me teary. What a friend couldn’t do, stranger did. That guy knew it was a dangerous zone he asked me to come to. I didn’t know his plan. Maazị Ogbonnaya has suffered many betrayals, from friends, hence I love my own company.

Let me not digress.

I told myself that if I ever got paid, my first salary must go to her.

Unfortunately, I didn’t know numbers could be saved on Gmail then. My phone was stolen where I was charging it, that was how I lost her number.

I don’t know how and where I can see her. This is the kind of person I wouldn’t mind selling everything I have to give or take off street.

She saved me a whole lot.

Since then, I seize every opportunity I have not to judge some people based on habits and I extend helping hands to strangers.

Sometimes, think humanity and leave religion. God has used different people, even mentally challenged people to save me. I have many stories to tell. My life experiences constitute the very reason I don’t look down on anyone. I relate with any kind of human.

Sometimes, the kindest ones could be on the street. Maybe condition or lack pushed them there, but they never forget that touch of humanity in them.

I paused!” [CONTINUE READING HERE]>>>