By Ghanaman

After skipping work on Monday night so I could attend the Mayor of Pitakwa Comedy Show, I resolved to make up for lost time the following day. So come Tuesday, I got ready, hit the road, and went straight into the thick of things.

But by midnight, I was already getting exhausted. One last ride for the road was on one.

I headed to the Grand Tokyu Hotel along Aba Road, just after Market Junction, to pick up my clients. Three boys stepped into the car and asked if I could take them to a boutique still open at that time.

Of course, I knew just the right place that operates beyond midnight. The plan was to take them there and bring them back afterward. It was just the kind of trip worthy of wrapping up the night.

Road free na, so in no time, we were in Alakahia, just beside the Anglican Church. They went in, picked what they needed, and in about thirty minutes, they were back for us to make the return trip.

When we got to Pleasure Park, they asked me to take them into GRA so they could scout for some “models” to take back to their hotel. The night was indeed cold. I no waste time, as I took the right exit onto Aba Road and headed into GRA.

We started from Market Square, driving slowly as they observed keenly, looking for the right features to suit their taste. We moved through Playhouse, took the right turn toward Beer Barn and Blackbox, saw a few that ticked their boxes, but kept going anyway, down toward Prime Wash, then the next right facing Genesis again.

We paused to review the options we had seen, did some commentary and analysis on their features, and decided to go back and bargain with the chosen ones.

The first “model” we spoke to was just before Beer Barn. She was slim, petite, light-skinned, pretty, and she almost came with us. But she got uncomfortable later and said she wanted to get her things. She never returned. I sabi her from Uyo. She may have figured me out and that might be why she didn’t come back.

Because tell me why, when she was about to leave, I asked her to put her number in my phone so we could call her after picking the other two girls, and her name popped up midway on my device. When I showed the boys, we all laughed. They agreed she probably recognized me. Funny, right?

We moved to Playhouse Junction and found two babes who agreed to their prices. But the guy in front was having issues with his choice. He claimed to have been with almost all the girls that showed up for work that night, and was calling them by name too.

So I offered to share some from my contact list. You know I usually keep contacts of these “models” and link them up with clients when needed. Many of the girls even insist on it to make getting jobs easier.

But guess what? The guy knew six of the girls I offered him. Even the one from Ocabique, he sabi her, even brought out her picture. Na there I fear am.

I showed him two from Oroazi, and him don still run them before. Omo, I weak.

Just as we were about to give up and drive off, we spotted one walking along the road in front of Market Square, who was probably just resuming for the night. The guy jumped in excitement. A fresh catch. And she fit exactly what he wanted.

We called her over, discussed terms, and she agreed.

I tapped one of the drivers in front of Genesis to carry the three girls in his car, and we drove together in convoy back to the hotel.

My efforts didn’t go unnoticed, as it reflected in the payment. We said our goodbyes, and I left them to their night