Transactional Sex Poem by Raimi Babatunde

From the days of Adam
To the reign of King David
Even to the house of Judah
And to ancient Rome
This long age exercise
Has been a powerful tool
But they all paid dearly for it

So efficient it could start a war
As much as end it also
A perfect bargaining tool
It makes you larger than life
In the animal kingdom
It is blood for blood
As they mark their territories
With faeces and urine

How the migthies fall
To this age long act
Sometimes it is Sweet
Other times it is bitter
Often times you damn the consequences
In a bid to just satisfy your libido

For the rich, a tool for oppression
The poor, a means to an end
Our universities aren't exempted
We've heard of sex for grades
And grades for sex
Even sex for movie roles and jobs

I don't care why you did it
If you ever did it
Or still doing it
You are a prostitute
Or a confirm brostitute
Transactional sex is wrong
It'll never be a means to an end

You sleep with men for phones
You want to appear classy
You open your legs to pay bills
Even guys aren't left out
They prey on smart working ladies
All for the love of money

What differentiates you from sex workers?
You sleep with your boss for promotion
Go down with clients for cheques
Then you say, "Don't ask, Don't tell"
Legalise, register, let's know you as a sex worker

"The thing wey dey sweet dey kill"
Each time you go down with them
A deposit of them is placed in you
You carry what they carry
Afterall, you have their deposit in you
Who knows if your kid is his kid?

And to you Bros. Gigolo,
Continue
She takes care of your expenses
For sexual favours and satisfaction
You should be ashamed
If you don't repent now
The next one might bestow on you
That dreaded disease, its called AIDS