Allen Avenue [ a story of a call worker by blessing gagglo ]

[b] Property of Gaglo Blessing
Email : blessinggaglo@ yahoo.com





Based on a true life story





*** Prologue ***
We were told Lagos is a land of many opportunities, just a sum of three thousand naira is all that was required to take us to that land flowing of milk and honey. My mother sold off her goat and gave Madam B the money. A week later, about seven of us got to Lagos, she (Madam B) told us she had a canteen which we would work and also earn some good amount of money. On getting to Lagos, we found out to our detriment that Madam B had no restaurant or even a shop.





A week later, she gave us each a packet of condom and drove us down to Allen Avenue, she said this is the quickest way to make it in Lagos. Earlier that day she had explained it to us but the horror of it only dawned on us when we stood there in our bum shorts and crop tops which she had purchased for us at Yaba. There were many almost unclad ladies standing by the roadside, some were very gorgeous while others were pretty all the same. Madam said we mustn’t go far with any client since we were new in the city. She gave us list of the places we could go with a client and we were to find our way back to Allen Avenue before 6am. She drove off with a promise to come fetch us at 6 am.






The other ladies were hostile towards us, we stood afar not knowing what to do or where else to go. Suddenly a car stopped in front of us and we all moved back in fright, the man, an old man pointed a finger at Ene and she walked to him. He offered her fifty thousand if she would go with him but the location he called was not in the list given to us. Ene walked back to us and said she would go with him, with the money she said she would go back to the village. The money was just too much and something wasn’t right about the old man’s offer, we pleaded with her not to go but our pleas fell on deaf ears.







Till this day Ene has not been found. Not long after Ene left with the old man we saw the other ladies running helter skelter shouting “ Eke! Eke! Eke don land o! “We stood wondering what was going on until we saw a police van coming down the street towards us at top speed, they were almost upon us before it registered in our minds that they may be the cause of the ruckus and we took to our heels.







To be Continued…………………… [/b]