Blessing Bassey Okon may have thought that her misery in life began almost the same day she lost her father, but she would never have envisaged what was in stock for her later.
The 13-year-old was subsequently abandoned by her mother who quickly remarried and ‘dumped’ her with the late husband’s mother who could neither feed her well nor train her due in school.
The Akwa Ibom-born Blessing, thus, started living another kind of life, especially since her grandmother had been praying for somebody who could take of her to come around. It didn’t take too long before her prayer was answered, albeit not what she hoped for.
According to Daily Sun, a professional prostitute stormed the residence of the grandmother and in her businesswoman ‘clothing’, deceived Blessing’s grandmother into believing that she would take care of the young girl whom she said would be helping to assist in her shop where she sold rice.
While narrating her ordeal, Blessing said the lady gave her grandmother N4000 and took her to Calabar, stating:
“When that Aunty came to my village to pick me, she deceived my grandmother that she had a big rice shop which she wanted me to manage.
“She gave my grandmother some money and the old woman asked me to go with her. In fact, I was very happy because I wanted to leave the village to an urban area, so I would have the opportunity to engage myself in one trade or the other, since there was no one to support me.
“Unfortunately, it was when we got to Calabar that I understood that what I went to do was prostitution. She showed me a room and instructed me to ensure that I deliver enough money to her otherwise I would die of hunger. I felt bad and wondered what to do.
“After much thought, I remembered that I had no option than to obey her directive. So grudgingly, I started the job. I wanted to report to my mother and grand mother what I was going through, but due to lack of mobile phone, I could not.
While doing the job, I used to deliver between N10, 000 and N20, 000 to my madam on daily basis. It was from the money that she feed me and pay for my room. Sad enough, I was not given any cash, even when I was the one who used my body to make the money.”
In her explanation, Blessing said she managed to save some money while her ordeal lasted and eventually bought a N2,000 worth mobile phone to explain what was going on to her family members but was disappointed when after explaining to her granny, she was encouraged to go on. She said:
“When I reported to my grandmother that the lady she gave me to later introduced me to prostitution business, she was not bothered, rather, she advised me to try to cope, in order to survive the hard times.
From her statement, I understood that it was a planned work. She even later gave me one of my sisters to join me in the business.” The poor girl, in the course of hustling for customers, got caught by some police officers for being a ‘child’ prostitute.
“I was in my room when some policemen came. When they saw me, they were surprised because of my age. So, they arrested me.
The following day, my madam sent someone to bail me from the police detention. When I left the station, a woman I did not know took me to her house and was giving me food. I was really satisfied and comfortable than the place I was.
“At a time, her son started abusing and beating me for eating their food, without doing anything for them. As a result, I left the place and went home to inform my mother, instead of discouraging me, she also encouraged me probably due to the bag of rice and other items I gave to her.
“So, when I returned, I decided to leave my madam to be on my own. Thereafter, I started going from one hotel to the other and was making some money, but could not see what I did with it,” the young lady stated emotionally. Narrating further, Blessing noted that,
“while in the business, I contacted HIV from one of my boy friends. Even at that, I was still having sex with several men. But I do not know whether they also contacted HIV or not. At a stage, I began to get worried about my condition and a possible way out because I could save money to do any reasonable thing from what I was doing.
“So, one day, some church people who introduced themselves as members of The Lord’s Chosen Charismatic Revival Ministries in Calabar came to preach to us in our hotel. Their message centered on repentance.
And as they preached to me, I was touched to heed their advice to leave the job and join them, but another mind told me not to go. But after much thought, I made up my mind to follow them to church.
“Even when I joined The Lord’s Chosen, the demons in me were still at work. And, I was fighting with some members regularly, on little provocation. But the members advised me not to do such things in the church, yet I did not listen. One day, I prayed God to remove the demons in me and those in my siblings because we are known to be troublesome people in our community.
Good enough, I was managing myself to attend the Church and they were really working hard to deliver me. “I was brought to The Lord’s Chosen Crusade in Lagos from Port Harcourt on Friday, June 10, 2016 by their members.
Good enough, I was managing myself to attend the Church and they were really working hard to deliver me. “I was brought to The Lord’s Chosen Crusade in Lagos from Port Harcourt on Friday, June 10, 2016 by their members.
They sent me to Port Harcourt branch from Calabar. Then from there, they brought me to Lagos for this programme. When the 2-day programme started on Saturday and prayers were offered, I felt relieved of the problems I used to have. I also noticed that the HIV has disappeared because I do not notice some of the symptoms I used to have.
What is left is for me to be tested to be medically sure.” She has since denounced prostitution, saying: “I want God to forgive me. I also want those I have wronged to forgive me also.
I want to start a new life. I want to be a child of God and do not want to go into prostitution any longer. So, what I need now is a job and accommodation to enable me take care of my self.”
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