The Price to Pay

By Forfor Velielie Gemoh

"Kleio grew as an orphan and was raped by her cousin at the age of

nine. Her rape trauma resulted in her becoming promiscuous and

she faced sexual harassment twice during her work experience.

She eventually becomes the girlfriend of an accultist. The story

follows her journey as she tries to overcome the trauma of her pas

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ukiyoto Publishing
• Release date: Nov 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9789361727115

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The Price to Pay

How I made It

Forfor Velielie Gemoh

Ukiyoto Publishing

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Ukiyoto Publishing

Published in 2023

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Dedication

I love you mother, I may not get to show you enough nor say it often. Your life is an example to many, your selflessness and sacrifices can be compared to none. I pray you get to see your plans and dreams for me fulfilled. God bless you mother.

Contents

THE CALL GIRL

(MAY 2013)

MASKS UNVEILED

WOMAN WRAPPER

THE CHRISTIAN BOYFRIEND

CHURCH BROUHAHA

WHAT YOU SEEK IS WHAT YOU GET

THE SPY

THE CURSES

RUSSIAN ROMANCE

MY SUGAR DADDY

THE BETI

PROFESSIONAL ILL OMEN

LE FEYMAN

MY BOYFRIEND

THE BEAUTY QUEEN

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

BONI

MY BABY DADDY

UNICAL

ISMA

MATURITY

ISOLATION

FORFOR IS MAD

About the Author

THE CALL GIRL

(MAY 2013)

I

discovered i was been spied by someone (or i will say a group of people) because all my social media handles had been hacked by God knows who. I realized it because my supervisor's (jean) intonation had changed towards my person whenever he referred to the general manager (Mr. Hatz) with a sarcastic grin. This meant he knew were more familiar to each other, which made me feel very uncomfortable, since i did not wanted to be seen as a girl who fucked/fucks with the boss to secure her place at work. Meanwhile, all the female employees at Aftrans looked at me suspiciously as if i were a threat to them. I knew it was because of Nala (Mr. Hatz's assistant) whom he Mr. Hatz had earlier told me wanted to be his girlfriend at all cost although she was married. My friend on the other end of the globe was following up with the procedures for my student visa to England as earlier planned while i was keeping my days busy at Aftrans during the day as an intern, at home as a mother, i was socializing after work with new acquaintances to learn the most i could about the Cameroonian music industry. Amongst the people i met was this Nigerian Femi. The night we met i left the office quite late because it was hard for me to get a cab out of the port of Douala area (which is where Aftrans is located) so i opted to take a drink before heading to my place which was then at Logpom a very difficult place to get to at 6:30pm to 7:00pm due to traffics. I stopped at a pub to get a drink or two before making it home. He tapped my shoulders and we exchange greetings. He told me he needed a girlfriend for the night. I had never been a call girl before so i was perplexed. Nevertheless something told me i could get more information from him since he looked well to do because he was well advanced in age and his articulations were perfect. He asked me how much i was charging.

MASKS UNVEILED

Early 2013

I

was baffled how he knew how much I wanted to charge per hour without me uttering a word (he was gifted like other humans with the gift of mind reading). We agreed on 20,000XAF which was the price for an hour (money wasn't my main problem because with men the less you eat, drink or collect - the less you pay in bed). I was also baffled because he did not want to spend the night (something I was happy about because I didn't want to be responsible for somebody Father's dead in bed). I was surprised as well because he asked us to change the venue. For safety purpose I opted for somewhere I knew CENAT although I really did not like the place because I used to meet former schoolmates (junior schoolmates at that) at the venue. Had sang there too once or twice to exercise my vocal cords but ceased because the place was a sort of hotspot for prostitutes to fish expatriates.....l sticked to frequenting orange metallic and opium because I loved the ambiance and there was less such practices. I left Femi on his sit for the toilet once we got into the bar to call my friend (let's call her Esther) we have a special phone for communication since she left Cameroon. I called to find out if she knew him from the name I gave she replied yes and was not doing that bad for himself financially. Owned a few businesses. But the info I needed was if we had blood links since he had the voice of my foster aunt's husband (my love and sex life was in chaos). I was slowly searching for a sugar daddy with good reasons (not money). I was in a very complicated relationship and all that kept me going was my daughter.

My friend replied yes/no. I knew I was in trouble because my family will be informed. My mood changed I asked for a soft drink which I drank in a haste while asking myself who sent this Nigerian/Cameroonian? Later I asked where he was lodging he said Meridien. Went back to ask my friend for directives she said I should forge ahead with the plan because he will be useful for our future plans.

WOMAN WRAPPER

(May - June)

O

ur plans were to get out of the mess I found myself in the transit company I was working in. We moved to the hotel had cold sex for some minutes which was normal for his age. I strangely became familiar to him in an hour because he was an aged man with a youthful spirit. From our conversation he was also from Cameroon partially talked about davido's gobe(which was making waves on TV and radio) and the girlfriends he (Femi) had abroad. My simulative spirit (which few Cameroonians possess) revealed nothing about my person regarding my activities, plans etc. He said so many things a man should not tell a call girl confirming my suspicions that he knew who I was and what he wanted. Probably he wanted to see a level of desperation for him from my person. But he was so full of himself he wasn't humble and it was not his fault because he had blood links with the southwestern part of Cameroon so I understood his prideful nature and promiscuous character. Nevertheless I loved his playful nature which came from his Yoruba background I presume. But a girl had to leave so I took my shower but was dragging my legs because we didn't want to leave each other. Hey, he made me play the call girl for the first time ever in my life - I could not digest that so I picked my bag to leave and his mindreading nature told him I was embarrassed by that so to compensate for the embarrassment he gave me his foreign number without me asking and my fee for an hour and told me to call whenever I needed something. A number that revealed a lot to Esther later. I left back to my favorite place Orange Metallic but was tired, that man was not bad in bed at all and I was feeling light fatigue from our encounter. I called my cab and took off home. The next day which was a Sunday my mom came to my place and told me they had a send-off party for Steve the Russian in church.

THE CHRISTIAN BOYFRIEND

I

said to myself ah! That one. So, they (my family) were observing all