Mali/Kayes: The Confession of a Prostitute (Part One): "This is how I was savagely taken my virginity and made me a sexual dump."

We will not cease to say, the sex trade has almost become banal in our tropics, especially when this activity becomes the prerogative of an organized mafia. A foul but solid network, like the one still

having a good day ahead, in the Kayesian region.Prostitution Helping Menager Good Woman Girl Buttocks BobaraWhat would the man of our era not do for money? The lure of material gain has almost led our lives to collective homicide. This is a world of nameless abomination, but yet proliferates quietly. And this, in the knowledge and knowledge of the local authorities, which, even times, give their approval. KAYES has today become the nerve center of traffic that is extremely dangerous for the region's future, but which operates very quietly. It is not surprising that according to the latest statistics, the region of KAYES currently has the HIV / AIDS and other STI prevalence rate, the highest of all other regions of Mali, both debauchery and sexual perversions of all forms, Have dizzily climbed.In some of the many industrial and mining areas of the region where we visited, the state of manners was as frightful as it was abominable. In these zones of another galaxy, you will never recognize Mali: a world of an inartable rot!First of all, a few girls from English-speaking countries, mainly Nigeria, ranging from sixteen (16) to nineteen (19) years, whom we met in one of these macabre countries, have readily told us the story Their journey as well as their daily infernal, for the benefit of those who exploit them as well as those who come to take pleasure.Gift is the sobriquet sex-trade of one of them. She is sixteen (16) years old. She said, "I was following my studies in Nigeria quietly when one of my aunts came to abuse my naivete by making me believe that she had big business in Mali, especially big cosmetics shops and supermarkets. This is how my parents put their trust in her, and let me go with her to Mali without worrying. Arriving so far at KAYES, she subtly sold me to a subcontractor, working as a bar keeper without any doubt for a second. The next day she pointed out to me a bedroom which was to belong to me with almost all the amenities. We were five girls, all of them Nigerians, but we did not know each other. Three (03) of us stayed here (a mining area from which we will keep the name of the operating structure) and the two others continued on DIBOLI (the border of Mali with Senegal). After having pointed out to me my bedroom, the woman to whom I was sold, fully explained to me the work that awaited me: prostitution. In other words, the delivery of my young body to all kinds of individuals in search of sexual pleasure, and this, at the price of all the suffering that I could undergo, for a sum of two (02) thousand francs CFA, pass. Meanwhile, my aunt had disappeared in the wild with the other two girls without deigning to tell me, after having succeeded her business. I was thus left to myself, in an area where I could not think of benefiting from any defense, nor hoping for any help from anybody, since I already understood that I did not understand any common language of the milieu. Meanwhile, my subcontractor, herself an ex-prostitute, blocked my passport, identity card and even my telephone, thus preventing me from any possibility of communication or escape. "When the authorities of the country are themselves accomplices in shameful trafficking"I began to cry all day like a mad woman, going so far as to point out my innocence (her virginity), swearing on all sorts of fetishes. But she remained absolutely insensitive to my grief and remarked to me, without remorse, that virginity in this job was not a problem. Quite the contrary, there are many clients who are ready for huge financial sacrifices, just to take my virginity and make it a source of pride. I then threatened her by wanting to go to the nearest gendarmerie station to unpack everything and escape from this cursed place. And the lady, with a cold and sarcastic air, with an aggressive look, immediately warned me of the failure of my attempt by replying that the local authorities, themselves, had a well defined quota in this business , Whether in sex or cash. And that these were not in any way ready for the deal to cease.

 Thus, with an almost desperate air, I quickly realized the monstrous nature and the meticulously organized character of a mafia that did not mention his name. Then she added very crudely that I had no choice but to do this work to ensure my survival. Otherwise, I should not count on her to help me in any way or on anyone else to get me out of there. I then saw myself in a black and cruel jungle towards which destiny frightfully directed me against all expectations. After three consecutive nights, during which, I had categorically refused to sleep with any client who presented himself, the keeper of the bar (my subcontractor), decided to cut me the food, To have other option than to sleep with all this horde of sexual neurotics, pervert shamelessly. After two days of endurance during which I had access to even a single piece of bread, I was forced to deliver my body with all the infernal tear that it inflicted on my be ".Innocence: a "treasure" for perverts!"It was thus that my virginity was savagely snatched from me. A gift that I had sworn to offer only to my churchman (her future husband). And after my first night in that sexually disgusting trade, men kept shoving in front of my passing-room, for all of them had the curiosity of my young body. Everyone now wanted to make me permanent with promises of enormous sums, especially executives and contractors who were starting to frequent the corner fairly regularly. Some of these elderly men were frankly perverse. Against colossal sums, they offered me, in bed, sexual practices as luxurious as unimaginable. But knowing that I had to pay my subcontractor a total sum of one million five hundred thousand (1,500,000) CFA francs as security fees to get me out definitively of the chains of this slavery and now have my entire freedom , I had to accept everything and sleep with any client, even the most barbaric or nauseous. However, after covering the bail fee, I would still have to work to find the money for my transportation and go back to the family, then continue my studies. So I have a terrible way to go here in this straitjacket before returning to my previous status. "It was exactly 15:17 minutes at my clock, when a man in his forties, apparently well pleased, motioned for him to praise his services. Before joining him in the room, his last words were: "M. The journalist, please have the mission to make known to the whole world, this horrible and unhealthy life that we live in these satanic places. What have we really done in heaven to deserve such a torment? "The 16-year-old girl, with tears in her face and a painful voice, finally retired to take care of her business.To be continued…

source: Bamada