The party scene in Dubai surprised me. I guess I expected a very conservative country with strict rules and cutthroat norms. It sure was different but it was not the sharia I expected.
And in the quiet of the night, when the scorching sun surrenders its heat, nightlife springs into action. The skyline lights up, the bars, clubs and lounges come to life, and in the underbelly of it all an open secret thrives; the business of sex, the world of sex trade.
Dino took photos of me from all angles and sent them to Abdal before I departed Ghana for Dubai. And on the day of departure Abdal and I did a video call. It was obvious he had Western education, I could tell from his confused accent. His smile was bright and infectious and he sounded kind and genuinely interested in connecting with me. And he was handsome! At the end of our brief call he said, “I can’t wait to see you baby girl.”
Looking back I don’t know whether it was naivete, foolishness , stupidity of just pure blindness. I actually set it up in my head that Abdal was going to love me and lavish me with money. I went into this sex trade looking for kindness, empathy and even love. After all it was supposed to be a sugar daddy and sugar baby affair, no? The bitches who took me there either forgot or intentionally omitted the ghost pepper aspect of the deal. They should have because it stung, it stung like hell.