It was my madam who introduced me to home services. I didn’t like it. I was often scared, but I got a lot of money from home services. It came with a lot of temptations, but the men I met were not the hyper type. They wanted it, but once I said no, they left it at that. Some tried to force it through coercion and money, but I stood my ground and said no.

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I’m a masseuse. I come, do my work, take my money, and leave. All these dangers aside, my madam was not paying my salary regularly. Just GHC 1,200 a month, but sometimes she would pay it in three installments or not pay at all. I worked for three months without pay. I relied heavily on tips until one day a customer, who was a lady, told me, “Stop working with her and start working on your own. You’re good, so some of the clients will keep calling you.”

When it got to the fourth month and my madam gave me half a salary, I told her I quit. When I left the job, the men I was offering home services to, even the women, kept calling me. The men made crazy offers so they could have a happy ending. Some of the women did too. It was safer with the women, so I started from there. I only had to touch where they wanted me to touch, and they would double my charge. I came to have four women customers like that. Anytime they called, I knew my rent would be paid.

Dave was very consistent when it came to happy endings. I knew Dave through his wife. I was working for both of them until their divorce. While married, he wanted a happy ending, even when his wife wasn’t far from the scene. While going through the divorce, I didn’t hear from him often until he called one day, telling me, “Give me a happy ending and pick up the money on the table.”

I saw dollars. When I was leaving, I counted it. $500. He told me, “I’ll give you more than that if you continue this way. I’m a bachelor now, so no impediment.”

I gave him whatever he needed anytime he called me. Sometimes he kept me overnight. Sometimes he asked me to cook for him. Sometimes he paid my daily income so I didn’t have to work for anyone. We did this for almost a year. What we became didn’t have a name. It got to a point where he didn’t pay me the way he used to, but I’d come to like him, so I gave him services anyway.

I went to his house one day and he was with a friend—a friend he introduced as a business partner. He told me, “We want it together. We’ll triple your charges.” His business partner added, ”I’ve heard good things about you. Surprise me and I’ll sign you a check.”

I shook my head. I told them I’m not that kind of woman. They pressed, especially the business partner. I left the house angry. I felt disrespected. I thought Dave valued our relationship. Yes, I wasn’t anything, but at least he should have assigned some respect to me because of how we were. I left his house and stopped picking up his calls.

He would send money to bait me. He didn’t know my house but knew the area I lived in. He would drive to the area and call, saying he was around so I should see him. I told him I wasn’t around even when I was.

I thought he would stop coming once I kept ignoring him, but this man kept coming and calling every day, apologizing and trying to make me see reason in his repentance. So one day, I opened my door for him and asked what he wanted.

He said, “I thought I’d lost you. Now that I’ve found you, I’m not going to make the mistake of losing you again. Be my girlfriend. Stop the work. I will find you a better job. I want you to stay with me. I had to lose you to know the kind of gem I was missing. Please don’t say no.”

I liked him because of how he treated me until his business partner appeared. I still have a soft spot for him. I don’t know if it’s love, but I have loud fears that drum in my ears every day: What if I say yes and one day he uses my past against me? He’s older. I don’t know his age, but he could be over ten years older. He’s well-to-do too. What kind of woman wouldn’t he get with his status? Or maybe he wants me around so I can perform free services for him.

I want the things he has promised me. Being with him will provide security for my tomorrow, but everything in my head is screaming, “It’s not genuine, so don’t fall for it.”

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If you were in my shoes, what would you have done?

He’s the only person I’ve given a happy ending to in my line of duty because I liked him. Does he even believe me when I tell him he’s the only one I’ve done that for? It’s these thoughts that give me sleepless nights. Other than that, I would have been with him by now.

—Eme

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