If you think sex for money or favors is a recent development, you obviously haven’t heard about what happened between Judah and Tamar. This senior son of Jacob and the founding father of one of the 12 tribes of Israel was so into this ‘ashawo’ fiesta that he gave his rod and signet as collateral to get his freak on. Many years later, of all the places Joshua’s spies could dodge when they snuck into Jericho, it was a prostitute’s apartment they found refuge in.
So you see, commercial sex has been a hot commodity waaay before Happy Socks and Crop Tops ever came in vogue. Only difference is back then, you could spot a prostitute by how she’d covered her face. Now their butt-cracks are as displayed as their cleavages, which is as displayed as their cheap chewing gums and bulging tummies –O wait, I’m being too narrow-minded! That stereotypical description accounts for just the minority of today’s prostitute community.
We’ve made prostitution exclusive to girls, even though there is such a word as gigolo. Ignore its fancy sound, a gigolo is nothing but a male prostitute. Truth is, anyone who pays for sex is as much a prostitute as the person he’s paying. You don’t get off ‘hooker status’ just because you have the money. We are more tolerant of the tycoon who picks up the hooker, because technically he isn’t the prostitute, but actually he is also prostituting, because if sex binds two together then everything one person is, the other becomes an equal partaker of, no? By this realization, it’s safe to conclude that there’s at least one prostitute in every office in Ghana. Take a break and spy around 🙂
The other mistake we make is, we’ve assigned prostitutes to specific geographic locations. So, she stands at roadsides or roundabouts at night. Or she hangs around hotel lobbies and waits for some perverted porter to pimp her to some shriveled European. But really, those guys are at the bottom of the prostitution pyramid. Waaay above them are today’s high-tech operators who even double as Social Media influencers.
The New Breed
Now we’re talking about a breed who can’t post #TBT (throw back Thursday) pictures because they’ll need to throw back some chocolate to look like the people they were a few weeks ago. They have throngs of IG followers with hundreds of FB friend requests pending. Twitter is probably too much brofo and writing, their forte is their body, so how can tweets help with that huh? They’ll have to go like “These hips of mine! No room for expansion #DiduGetThePun #Hot&Aware”…too much work, that’s why Snapchat is such an industrial revolution!
Snapchat is the best place to put up teaser vids and nudes without worrying about it getting saved on someone’s device. The way it works is, the pic/vid disappears on the persons device after the predetermined time-span has elapsed. You cant reload or replay or show it to your boys or use it against me in future, but that was until Ghana boys found a way out of that. Now when snaps come and they suspect it’s something very naughty, they record the snap with another phone’s video camera. Beat that! So I’ve heard of a particular snap account with all the world’s guys vying to be accepted by; it’s of some wild girls taking snaps of their semi-nude parties. Everyday!
So social media has given some sort of celebrity status to sophisticated prostitutes. By the time she shows up at an event or party, her ‘fans’ are everywhere. But they aren’t her target. She has her eyes on that Bossu Kena, that Dorobucci, that man with pockets deeper than a jazz baritone. He’s also wowed by her recently acquired complexion, swayed by her corseted figure and smitten by the desires of the 100+ men to be with her.
They all want her too, but he gets to score. He feels lucky, his ego bloats, he gets the hot babe. It never comes up that she’s been setting them all up since months ago when she started posting those luscious pictures of her pouted bum. It never comes up that she’s a prostitute. How can she be?! She’s just a sweet hot girl with bad chic tendencies.
In ‘cumming’ gratitude, he writes hefty cheques and dolls out staggering gifts. She blushes and gushes and returns next weekend to take her rightful place as his official mistress. How dare you call her a prostitute!
Are You One?
She’s just high up there on the pyramid, but not much different from her is the girl who sleeps with her boyfriend so he doesn’t leave her; she’s afraid to be lonely. The guy who sleeps around too so his friends will see him as a hard guy, isn’t he also exchanging sexual favors for the respect of his cronies? Isn’t that prostitution? What about those who sleep their way up corporate ladders and those who allow others to have their way so a certain debt is written off, how different is that?
We prostitute our love, our time, our allegiance, our priorities, trading them all in for fleeting pleasures that parasite on our obligations to God. We find from places things we should be waiting on Him alone for. Then we have the impudence to post pictures thanking Him for things He had nothing to do with, for the bounty of our prostitution. But it CAN’T be prostitution, anything but that! We’re too classy, too educated, to posh to be ashawos, who dares insinuate that? Who dares call a spade a big spoon?
It’s possible fam, that we’re all prostituting something. If we’re resorting to unethical means to getting something God can and will give us if it’s according to His will, or things he wont give us for good reasons, we are prostituting. Let’s not rename it just so we feel good about it. Maybe our shame will drive us to our knees and we will get up transformed and renewed by grace. But whatever we do guys, let’s not prostitute! Let’s not sink and remain in that stench.
May God open our eyes to our own prostitution and give us the grace to rid ourselves of it completely till we’re all unblemished again. Amen.
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