Estranged from her husband and unable to carry a child to full term, she found consolation in raising her neighbours’ children. She has successfully raised three boys and three girls from a tender age, on strict Christian principles. Prohibiting cartoons outside the watchful eye of an adult, Princess Damilola endured that these children were protected physically, mentally, and spiritually. At the age of 7, one of the girls had been molested by Baba Ijesha, a friend of Princess Damilola, seeking aid for admission into Unilag. Threatened into silence, the child would only begin showing signs of stunted development in her academics. Princess Damilola thought it was a spiritual attack and intensified prayers.

Reports came from the child’s school that she had been sitting and grinding on boys in class. The prayers continued but things seemed to get worse. Unsatisfied with the child’s academic results and alarming body language when she saw a film Princess Damilola and Baba Ijesha featured in, Princess Damilola finally got through to the now 14-year old teenager and for the first time in seven years, heard her side of the story. From what we have gathered, he allegedly kissed and fondled her, performed sexual acts on her and used a key to defile her private parts. Adamant on finding out the truth for herself, Princess Damilola called for CCTV set up in her home while she called for Baba Ijesha, leaving both of them alone while monitoring from a close distance. It was in a video that has not been made public, that evidence against Baba Ijesha was recorded on tape for the first time. In the video, he asked her to remove his slippers, licked her fingers, and licked her arm.

It wasn’t until the uncomfortable teenager got up and left to go to the kitchen (an area out of CCTV coverage) to get water for Baba Ijesha who followed behind her that they apprehended Baba Ijesha with the police. Some on social media want to see the CCTV footage of a minor being molested, as proof that the celebrity (if we can even call him that) predator truly committed the atrocities. Although he has confessed and pleaded for forgiveness, this story remains in the hands of law-enforcement officers and colleagues are said to want to rescue Baba Ijesha from the shame he has brought upon himself.

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I was at a queer underground Club, underground because being queer is not yet accepted in Nigeria. As we stepped in we were given a pill to take, this was to make sure everyone was on the same energy, a group of drag queens gave Mike and I dance lessons first to loosen us up and as everyone took the center stage it was clear we were all awful dancers, we cheered, danced, drank, laughed, smoked, and I totally forgot that I was in a room filled with strangers. As wild as it would get eventually you could just tell that it was a safe space and we were all unabashedly and completely ourselves. This was where we met beautiful and full of life Flo, a crossdresser.

 

Flo was gregariously friendly, and we hit it off immediately. He identifies as gender fluid and doesn’t intend to live full time as a female or transition physically but enjoys the company of other men while dressed as a female. Though he was Five foot four just like me, he walked with so much confidence that everyone in the room gravitated towards him. I could never pull off the sexy sheer body suit he wore, it was pale pink and had a lemon fringe that highlighted his torso, the way the disco lights shone on his skin, when he walked past you, you almost catch yourself taking a deep breath. I was envious of the couple he had started the night dancing with and when he finally settled on Mike and I, we felt so lucky.

 

Flo is a very beautiful human. It was almost 2am, Flo, Mike and I had been talking for what would seem like hours, we ditched the club to drive round the city, we drove past the red lights districts then decided to add a bit of spice to our group by picking up a sex worker. The decision to pick up a sex worker came from one of the many conversations we had earlier that night, the criminalization of a divergent sect perpetuates stigma, violence, and impunity, which further endangers the health and safety of said sect. Sex work is work like every other sells sexual services in order to earn a livelihood same way every other person sells a service to earn a living. Although many sex workers struggle with poverty and destitution and they choose sex work because this the best option for them and it offers better pay and more flexible conditions than other jobs, other sex workers pursue sex work to explore and express their sexuality.

 

We wanted to have a conversation with a sex worker on what led to her current choice, we drove round the red light districts of Ikeja twice before We finally found someone willing to speak to us, Shade. Shade was standing alone at the corner of an aboki shop, as she saw us approaching she pulled her blouse to show more cleavage and touched up her hair. She leaned into the passenger window and blew a heavy smoke into the car, she told us her rate is 5k per hour, we were going to give her more than that if she was wiling to have a fun night with us. She got into the car, drank with us and told us her tear jerking story, when it was all over we decided to drop her off at home instead of taking her back to the street and we promised to be in touch with her. After dropping her at the gate of her home, Mike was putting the car in reverse when we heard the unmistakable voice of our just alighted guest Shade shouting in Yoruba “mi o ni gba, koni da fun iya yin” instinctively Flo and I ran out of the car while Mike tried finding a better place to park.

 

Getting into her compound, from what we gathered Shade had come home unexpectedly and caught her neighbour with her underage sister, as we tried to dispel the crowd that had gathered within that short period some guy noticed Flo and the attention was diverted to him, the area boys cornered him and started hitting him and calling him “man wey dey act like woman”, I tried to speak on his behalf but Mike beckoned on me not say anything as it wasn’t going to be safe for either of us, Flo kept on looking at Mike and I waiting for us to do something or say something but we were scared and outnumbered, they kept on making threats and tore his beautiful play suit while the crowd silently cheered, they were about to prove a point by putting a stick inside him when Flo wriggled his hand high enough to use a pocket knife he apparently had all along and gave deep cut on the face of one of the guys then chaos started. There was a lot of blood, some shouting and out of nowhere sporadic shooting, everyone began to run.

 

I did not know where I was running to or how long I was running, I just knew that at some point my legs became weaker and the voices got closer, then I fell face flat on some pile of dirt. Three very dutiful policemen saw me on the floor crying and looking disheveled then thought to arrest me for prostitution. One of them began to drag me all the way to his van, but somehow he stumbled on the same pile of dirt I had fell on, this gave me a split second to break free and run like I had never before, all I knew at that moment was that ending up with the police would be the worst ending to this already tragic night. I ran barefoot and my legs hurt more than I could imagine, until I saw Mike driving towards me, I asked if he saw Flo, he said he had searched over and over again for both of us and I was the only one that turned up as he was giving up and about to drive home.

 

We drove to Mikes home silently, I went to the shower first, pulled off my clothes and cried so loudly Mike came into the shower, held me close to his big shoulders and comforted me, then he carried me to the bed where I sobbed some more thinking of Flo and hoping he is safe. Before we slept off Mike and I promised to go over to the club the next day to look for Flo, hoping somehow he had found a way to get back home and doesn’t completely regret her decision to hang with us after 2am.

 

Story by: Matilda O.