ETH AINA

“PROSTITUTION – AN ACT OF SEX (A POEM) BY E.T.H…AINA

Hey young girl,
Why do you want sex often and often?

Oh! Dogs ate your placenta!
And now your clitoris is always itchy.
Hey little bro, why is your penis always nodding
Like a read headed agama lizard?
And you always want to insert it somewhere.
Lemme open your eyes to some things.
Girlie, to you, prostitution is just a practice

Of engaging in sexual relations for payment or benefits.
Hear this, prostitution is sexual harassment,
Sexual exploitation, often worse.
You become in your mind what your client does or says.

It is internally damaging and disgraceful as he uses you to learn various sex patterns
What he can’t do with the girl he truly loves.

From Backstairs Boogy to Deep Impact, from the Head Game to Arc de Triomp
And from Ladder Loving to the Pinwheel, from Electric Slide to Passion Propeller
He uses you like a public convenience – a toilet
After all, he pays for your ungodly service.
After being used as a sex-slave,
You’ll still suffer spiritually – what a pity.
Girl, remember when the act of sex takes place,
There is a spiritual union.
Brotherly, hear this, he that has sex with a prostitute
Becomes one body with her.
He leaves a part of his DNA in her.
Something a condom can’t protect you against.
Back to you, young girl.
You think sex is just pleasurable
You moan – f**k me hard, give it to me, Baby
Oh, I’m enjoying it.
Oh, I’ve almost reached orgasm

Then you cum and he cums – loba’tan!

You think it’s over, right?

You may not know – but he might
be using you to enhance his wealth

And your insufficient glory is depleting.
Bro, you have done it, ten rounds. Champion!
But what has gone out of you
If only you have a spiritual eye – then you will be sober.
Your sperm has been saved inside a black and red ritual calabash

She will use it to boost her fame. Bro, it is finished!
Wait, you think it is over, right?
What if you contract diseases – chlamydia, HIV and AIDS
If things fall apart, you tend to suffer on earth
And fire will burn you in heaven.
Na me talk ham – so, think ham oooo


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E.T.H…AINA

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― E.T.H...AIN