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Pure whore [Writer's contest 2]

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This is an entry for the Pulse writer's contest by Oluwatosin Faith Kolawole. "...He sat close to me and that was just a perfect opportunity to practice all I had learnt from TV stations. He looked so cool and calm so I pulled his hands towards my thigh..."
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Tomorrow marks my 20th birthday and so far, I’ve dated 26 men. The 27th is still on screening mode. He doesn’t know he’s the 27th, as usual. ‘You are the first’ is already a verse to be recited to their hearings. Did you just call me a bitch? C’mon! I’ve heard that countless number of times. Kindly think of another name to call me, it’ll be very much appreciated. Probably a name worse than that.

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I initially targeted a goal of 30 men at age 20 but as it is now, I’m still on the 27th. I’ve tried, really. 27 aren’t bad after all. Of 26 men, just 10 already had sex with me. Cool right? Yeah! That was planned too. I’m not as dirty as you think so chill...

It all started when I was 12. Mum threw the turning stick at me and called me ‘good for nothing’. I shrugged and turned to leave as it was a familiar sentence but turned back almost immediately after the next I heard. ‘I doubt if you’ll ever get suitors for marriage when the time is right, unless if you become a whore. Good for nothing!’ she said and spat with full force, just a way to confirm how useless I was. I lowered my head in shame as she walked past me. I grinned. I wasn’t bothered. All those acts were forms of pretences to show I was remorse but no! I wasn’t because I knew what I’d grow to become. It was a set goal. Mum only stirred the vibe in me to take them serious. Quite fun.

The first man in my life was my best friend. I just started high school then. It was during one of our short breaks and we were both alone in the class. He sat close to me and that was just a perfect opportunity to practice all I had learnt from TV stations. He looked so cool and calm so I pulled his hands towards my thigh. He didn’t repel, it worked. It felt like a dream and I kept hoping it was so while I pulled my pinafore up from its base, revealing my little laps. I ran his hands through...my plan worked! He kept moving with the flow. And that was it! We became closer than before and did all sorts, asides sex. He said he was scared.

It went on and on like that. Not keeping a man longer than 4months was also part of the plan. Some lasted only for few days and some managed to get past a month. It was quite difficult at first, probably because of my age but after the 5th, I found it totally interesting. Deceit has been my closest ally so far and I’ve sincerely never loved a man. Mum thinks I’m decent and stubborn but she doesn’t even know a bit of me. All were and are calculated. Don’t even think about dad, he’s long dead in my heart.

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Today, I remember one lanky guy I dated. My 15th man. Don’t think too far on how I remember each person’s number. They all have their records on my laptop and are backed up on my drive. Their names, age, result of screening, duration of stay, sex count, performance, overall assessments, names they call me, etc. This lanky guy is the worst so far. He took me to his parents’ house, all in the name of surprise and it was totally not encouraging. It was disgust. But I danced to the tune and gave him a BYE at his doorpost while leaving. Meeting parents was never part of the plan.

I’m a gentle and quiet whore. I do my things orderly and wrap up smoothly. I am not an ordinary whore. I am a pure whore because I am flawless.

I’m writing all these now because tomorrow is my 20th birthday and I’ll like to repent before clocking 21. I don’t know if that’ll be right or wrong but from my knowledge so far, this path I’ve been on is a wrong one. I only needed to explore, do what they do and live their kind of lives and now, I’m a happy lady. I’ve accomplished my ultimate goal after all. I will round up with this 27th guy- if he passes the screening- and walk away from home. I’ll go far away and never return. I want a new life and a decent man to build a future with. Two decades gone!

There’s just one thing left, and that’s proving to mum that I’ll marry right. She will see it on the news and probably read this article, somehow, someday.

I don’t have a particular name. Being a whore made it so. Call me whatever you wish but I’d prefer to be called a Pure Whore.

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I have a date with the 27th guy. Ciao!

NAME: Oluwatosin Faith Kolawole

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