A Letter to an Unknown Girl
The past few months saw a bombardment of open letters to different public figures in Africa’s most populous country. It began with a Past president airing his discontentment at the affairs of the country he apparently left poorer.
His action elicited numerous criticism and tongue-lashing not only from the addressee but from the general public.
Soon after, it became a popular means of expressing grievances and even employees began writing open letters to their employers. Voracious comedians also found it interesting and made several jokes out of it. Who knows if Nollywood, the movie industry, has also made flicks on the subject matter.
Though belatedly, I decided to write my own letter to an unknown girl who could as well pass for the girl next door. She could have been a relation, a friend or just any young girl out there.
To whom it may concern.
Do not be surprised that I am writing this letter to you . It should have come earlier but I had to wait for the euphoria of open letters to end so that you don’t dismiss it as a common thing.
This is not intended to judge you because on one is permitted to be a judge over another. After all, peculiar experiences have contributed immensely in shaping our personalities .
You may have countless reasons for your chosen profession but none could ever suffice to justify the harm you are doing to your body and your generation unborn. Would you be proud to tell your daughter that you once sold your body to countless men to earn a living? Or would you rather she follows your footsteps when she grows up? There might be people to blame for your metamorphosis but you still have a choice to quit and move on with your life.
It’s true your parents are so poor that a decent meal is almost in possible at home, therefore, you decided to leave the shores of your land to fight for a brighter future. They told you a decent job await you on the other side of the globe and you readily bought the lie because you were desperate to bid farewell to poverty, forever.
You and I know how miserable you are despite that you own a fat bank account and other material wealth. Yet, nothing is able to truly compensate for what you have lost, self dignity. Are you not afraid of STD s? How about your counterparts who went on night shifts but never returned alive? Their dismembered bodies were found littering the street.
Don’t you love your life more than the few notes you stuff away in your purse? You want to make sure your parents and siblings escape poverty before you quit but what if you die in the process, will life not go on? I know you are not ignorant of the risks involved in your trade yet it is difficult for you to quit.
I don’t intend to write more than this because I know you are very smart and can make a good decision. I may not have time to write to you again concerning this matter.
Act quickly before it’s too late and find a decent means to earn a living.
A word is enough for the wise!