Che, is your wife an Ashawo?
Yes. She is my Ashawo. But let me ask you, is your mother an Ashawo?
Che, you are an idiot. Why bring my mother into this your useless talk?
But you brought my wife into it, I no complain.
But your mother is a woman, so is my wife and your mother is married to your father, in the same way my wife is married to me.
Please, respect my mother. You for ask me, if my wife is an ashawo and not dragging my poor mother into your beer talk.
Okay, is your wife still ashawo?
Che, respect yourself for once. My wife was an exotic dancer in the club, when I met her.
Met her or took her home after we all were drunk and she needed a place to sleep? You no give her money the first day?
It was transport fare and a thank you. You know I didn’t buy her food at the club.
Ashawo!
Che, your father!
Wetin concern me, he is dead and be careful before his spirit haunts you.
I hear.
Well, Mike, Ashawo, na Ashawo and your wife na Ashawo. You can claim she is now your faithful Ashawo.
What’s the meaning of that, you Bishop of Sinners Assembly?
Any girl who gives sex, in exchange of any gratification, not only monetary, is Ashawo.
Like that Banker Kunle slept with and gave her 20 liters of fuel during last scarcity?
Can’t we talk without you gossiping?
See who is talking. Abeg continue your professorial expose of Ashawo.
There are different classes of Ashawo but las las all na the same hustle.
But what girls frown at when called Ashawo is being equated to those class that stay in dingy, pink oil smelling hotels, with 8 springs bed as their slaughter slab. They are resident of cheap hotels with all manner of colored Philip bulb lights.
Oh!
Yes, there are also those who use App to do hook up. You go through their profile as if you are buying a slave and zero in on one. Chat, prices agree and a rendezvous is arranged in a short time hotel. She walks in, demands the agreed fee and Congress is in session and off she goes.
Prof!!
Another class, are University girls. They go to Club, pose as fun seekers and zero in on tipsy patrons of the Club and gbam! Some are even exotic dancers.
Shot up there!
Oh! Exotic dancers? My half heart felt apology, I forgot that Aisha was a belly dancer, that night her bling bling blinded someone into going home with her.
Che, she is now my wife. Please, respect her…
But you know I do? She is my personal person and can cook food well well.
Longer throat.
But you know those girls in the bank, are ashawo too?
You don start again.
Yes. Particularly, those in Marketing. They are corporate prostitutes sent by the bank to get XYZ account, with clear instructions to do “anything” to make sure that Chief is serviced and his Company’s Account doesn’t leave the bank. In fact, they give them target.
Oh! Is that one called herself customer relations/service manager and she was here to make me happy to bank with them?
Now you are thinking dirty.
But you started it nah or is Ashawo no longer any girl or man involved in transactional sex, wherein medium of exchange ranges from new Naira notes, pizza, through liters of fuel and chop money, plus money to make hair and cook soup.
Cook soup? Oh now I know why you said a married woman is her husband’s Ashawo.
Yes, we pray they be faithful, satisfied with the little we give in exchange for regular sex until death or divorce do us part.
