When I first came to Dubai, I was awed by the beauty and the glitters so much I thought down here all that glitters is gold. I imagined fetching the soil of the land and getting gold out of it, but when I finally settled and started looking for a job worth my qualification, I realized there was more to beauty than just glitters.

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I was living with a friend who didn’t have much going for him. He told me it would be hard at first, but once I got my bearings, life would be better than how it used to be in Ghana.

Months later, nothing changed. He told me, “There’s a shortcut you can use while you wait for the right opportunity, but you’ll tell me about morals, so there’s no need telling you.”

My mind quickly went to something illegal, like stealing or robbing a bank. He laughed and said, “Naaa. Far from that. When times are hard for me, I do an escort job. It pays very well, but it’s very risky.”

“Escort? Tell me more. You mean you escort people to dangerous places at night and they pay you for it?”

I was so naive it smelled on my skin. By the time he opened my eyes to the nitty-gritties of the job, I told him, “Please show me the way. This is better than starving. Plus, my people back home are looking up to me to send them something.”

My first woman was an African. She was married to a businessman who didn’t have time for her. She had three kids and had the body of a goddess. You’d see her and immediately realize a lot of money had been invested into who she was. I thought you go in, get down to business, wear your stuff, and leave. It wasn’t like that. She said she couldn’t just do it until she was able to build a connection with me.

We talked for over an hour. We drank something. I made her laugh. She said, “Do it like you’d do it with a woman you’re in love with.”

There was this palpable inhibition within me, but I did my best. She said thank you, paid me the amount, and left. She even gave me a tip. I rushed home to tell my friend about it. “And you say it’s risky? What’s risky about this? Look at the money. She even gave me a tip.”

My friend said, “That’s one of the risks. You might be stuck in the business and wouldn’t want to leave. Don’t let it make you too happy.”

In a good week, I could have about three women. Sometimes the whole week would pass me by without a single call, but the money I’d earned previously was enough to keep me going. Like my friend said, I didn’t want to leave the job. It was easier. I was with women I couldn’t afford, yet these women paid me good money to have me next to them.

I would see a woman walk in and shout in my head, “It’s a lie! Is that me going to lay with this Rolls-Royce of a woman?” But no matter a woman’s stature or wealth, they all need one thing: to be wanted. Rich men have married and taken them home, but they are not the focus in the home.

I got a Jamaican woman who had four children and was also married to a man in the oil business. We talked for over two hours. She asked me to strip, and I did. She looked at me standing at attention and asked, “What about me got you up? Or is it just professional?”

I was like, “What kind of question is that?”

In her mind, she was in such bad shape no man should be aroused by her. According to her, her husband was dead to her in the bedroom. No matter how hard she tried, the man would not stand at attention like I was. I told her, “You’re the most colorful human I’ve seen today. It’s not even fair that you pay me, but I need to survive too.”

She burst out laughing and told me to dress up. She put twice the amount I charged on the table, thanked me, and walked out. I was like, “Is that all? I get paid even when I do nothing?”

But guess what—that wasn’t the last time I saw her. She would call and ask me to say something sweet or something out of the box. She would even send me photos of herself (without her face, of course) and ask me, “How does that make you feel?”

I’d glorify her body like new clay from God’s hands. She would say thank you and send me money.

The job was good, but I had to look for a real job to cover it up. My real job these days takes all my time, but I’m still in the business—learning, observing women, and wondering what their ultimate needs are. But in all, the one thing I’ve learned a woman wants the most is affirmation. Even when she knows it, she wants to hear it from you, her partner. In my job, I sold more affirmation than I sold the real thing, and they paid huge sums for it.

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And guess what? It’s helping my personal relationship a lot. I just take a day to tell my woman how beautiful she is. And I have to do it in a way that is authentic and natural. And it seems she remembers me more for how I make her feel than for what I give to her. It’s a lesson I thought I should share. No judgment.

—Jigga

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