"Mira and I singing and dancing in front of the TV: Backpack, backpack 🎶 Backpack, backpack 🎶 It's me following you to school for DIY tools 🎶 Everything you need to the day in my belly so tidy 🎶 Backpack 🎶 backpack 🎶 Ouaiiiss."

"We end by clapping our hands and laughing out loud. I turn off the television. Mira stands in front of me and we enter her room. It's time to go to bed."

"Mira taking up the song with her little voice: Backpack, backpack 🎶 Backpack, backpack 🎶 It's me following you to school for the DIY tools 🎶 Everything you need for the day in my belly so tidy 🎶 Backpack 🎶 backpack 🎶 Ouaiiiss."

"Me sitting on his bed: Come on my princess. In bed. Don't forget that you have to go to school tomorrow."

"Mira getting on the bed: Mom, I'm not sleepy yet. It's only 8:30 p.m."

"She looks at the watch hanging on the wall in her bedroom. I'm also taking a look at it. In fact, it is 8:30 p.m."

"Me arranging the blanket over her: Since you learned to tell the time I mustn't hear anymore. Usually you sleep at eight o'clock. Consider yourself happy for the extra thirty minutes."

"Mira pouting: Hmmm mum please."

"Me getting up: I have to go to work my darling so please stop your whims."

"Mira: Are you still going to work tonight? Say mom, what's the job you do just at night?"

"Me finding random work: I'm a vigilante and I arrest bandits at night. This is what I do."

"Puzzled Mira: I thought vigilantes were just on TV."

"Me: No honey. The vigilantes exist and I am one. It's too cool isn't it?"

"Mira seeing in my game: It's wrong mom. You are trying to fool me."

"Me laughing: You have won my darling. I am not a vigilante but I am a hero who watches over you and who will not allow anything to happen to you. This is what I do."

"Mira smiling: I love you mom."

"Me moved: I love you too my baby."

"She opens her mouth wide to yawn then she closes her eyes. The next moment, she was already asleep. It's always easy to get her to sleep. I walk over to her bed and kiss her on the forehead before exiting the room. I go to mine. I put on my work clothes. I am a prostitute in a very lively nightclub in Conakry: the night-show. I'm the most expensive prostitute in the club. Many men are willing to pay exorbitant sums just to spend a night with me. At the same time, I don't blame them. Who wouldn't love to have a beauty like me in their bed? Far be it from me to brag, but I am a very beautiful woman. I finished getting ready. I wear a long dress to cover my work outfit that I wore underneath. A little coat of makeup, I take my bag, my umbrella and I leave the apartment. I lock the door from the outside. Mira always stays alone in the apartment while I go to work. I know it's not secure but I have no choice. I'm just praying to God to keep her safe until I get back."

"I take the elevators and very quickly, I'm already at the bottom of the building. I open my umbrella and rush through the rain in the hope of finding a taxi. Standing at the edge of the voice, I shake hands with cars that don't even deign to stop. I hear someone whistling behind my back.

"The person whistling: Wow my beauty. Where are you going like that ?"

"I do like the one who didn't hear and I concentrate on the road."

"The person turning me violently in front of him: I'm talking to you."

"Me violently pulling my arm out of his hand: Never touch me again in your life."

The person laughing: Ah well and what are you going to do? Why do you refuse to be touched when you're just a dirty bitch. A worthless prostitute."

"Me slapping him hard: I forbid you to talk to me like that."

"The person angry and wanting to raise a hand at me: You......"

"_(shouting) HEY YOU! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH THIS LADY?"

"This voice causes us both to turn back in the direction of its origin. It's Musa. The building security guard."

"Moussa holding a stick in hand: Drop her right away or I'll make you happy."

"Person leaving: It's because I don't want a problem. I leave you.

"Me thanking Moussa: Thank you."

"Moussa smiling: You're welcome, Sira."

"I sigh in relief as I watch this man walk away. I see in the distance a taxi approaching. It's my last chance. I hail him with all my might. Fortunately, he stopped. I stick my head inside the car through the window to discuss the location and price with the driver. After a moment of discussion, we agree on the price. I get on and he drops me off at my destination. I give him the money and I go downstairs."

****Night show****

"Like every evening, the nightclub is still just as noisy. I have the impression that it is even more so today. There are more people today and who says more people, necessarily means more money. Very quickly, I go to the spare cabin and take off the dress. I then go behind the counter to start the service. My girlfriend Linda keeps coming and going filling her tray with booze."

"Linda seeing me: There you are, Sira."

"Me serving the customers seated around the counter: Yes, this rain thought it could stop me."

"Linda: I'm glad you came."

"Me: Tell me Linda, is it me or there are even more people today."

"Linda: You're not wrong. There are more people and we have very special customers tonight."

"Me raising my eyebrows: Ah good."

"Linda: Yes, some gentlemen have booked the nightclub tonight and they're the ones who pay for everyone's drinks."

"Me surprise: Ah good and why I did not know that."

"Linda: It was when you left with the wealthy businessman yesterday that the boss called us at the end to make the announcement."

"Me: Ah, I understand better."

"Linda tickling my arm: Speaking of your wealthy businessman, how did it go?"

"Me tired: Don't talk to me about it. This old man has so many whims but he pays me very well and that's the main thing."

"Linda: Oh yes. Well I'm leaving you. I will serve customers."

"Linda leaves with her tray in hand for the umpteenth time. During this time, I stay to serve the customers who have just arrived. No sooner has a gentleman entered than he already has his eyes on me. A waitress came to whisper in my ear that this gentleman would like me to take care of his service personally. I do so without flinching and I approach his table. He puts on a perverted smile and makes gestures with his thumb asking me to turn around. I do it."

"The gentleman liking what he sees: Waouh doll you have a beautiful behind my little fairy."

"Me sketching a smile: Thank you my darling."

"He commands me with his finger to lean over him so that he whispers something in my ear. I comply."

"The whispering gentleman: How much do you charge for sodomy?"

"Me sitting up in shock: Sorry I'm not doing that."

"Man: Don't worry. I will pay you well."

"Me closes: No, I'm sorry. I do not do it. Excuse me."

"I scurry off quickly, giving him the wrong company. I swore to myself never to do this practice and I never will. I return to the counter to serve a world that continues to grow. People really like free. As they saw that the drinks are free tonight, they came in droves. Besides, I wonder who are the ones who are paying for all this. What is certain, they must be full of aces."

"The atmosphere intensifies even more in the box. I've never been so back and forth as tonight. It is already day. The box begins to empty around three (03) hours. My feet hurt. All I want is to go home to rest. I didn't have any customers tonight. So much the better. The other girls and I are in the spare cabin. I'm done and I'm taking my clicks and clacks."

"Me waving goodbye: Bye girls."

"Girls: Bye Sira."

"I advance while looking behind and without knowing it I will collide against a person. He's our boss, Mr Konaté."

"Konaté apologizing: Sorry Sira."

"Me massaging my forehead: It's nothing boss."

"Konaté claps her hand: Good girls. I came to get you. As you know gentlemen rented this club to party tonight and it was a success. I want to congratulate you. You girls did a good job."

"Me and the other girls in chorus: Thank you boss."

"Konaté: Now, to end the party in style, they need your services. They want to have a good time with you tonight. They are four in number. So they need four beautiful daughters."

"Me looking at the other girls: I think you have some beautiful boss girls. They will take good care of them."

"Konaté frowning: And you then Sira?"

"Me: I can't boss. I'm tired. I want to go home to sleep with my daughter.

"Konaté pleading with a look: You can't do this to me Sira. You're the first one I proposed there. Do not do this to me."

"Me, sighing tiredly: Please I....."

"Konaté cutting me off: Stop. I don't want to hear anything. Follow me."

"Desperate Me: But boss....."

"Konaté pointing to three girls: You, you and you, get behind Sira and follow me."

"They run and get behind me. I advance as best I can and Konaté take us outside. A big black car with tinted windows was waiting for us."

"Me speaking to the boss: Where are they?"

"Konaté reassuring me: Relax. They are waiting for you in a hotel. They sent their driver to pick you up."

"Me not reassured: Ok."

"Konaté: Have fun girls and above all bring me a lot of money."

"The three girls accompanying me get into the car. I climb into last position then I close the door. Without delay, the driver starts the car and off we go for an unknown destination. You know, sometimes I get scared when I deal with clients for the first time because I don't know who they really are. This job is very risky and it is God who protects us. I can say that chatting is not part of the driver's habits because he hasn't said anything since. He just hides behind his sunglasses and just drives."

***Hotel Palm Camayenne***

"The driver parks the car in front of this huge hotel in the city. It is one of the most prestigious hotels in Conakry. Often frequented by rich men and personalities of this country, this hotel has a great reputation. The service-personnel keeps the door open for us and we enter accompanied by the driver. The latter takes us to the respective suites where our clients were waiting for us."

Me opening the door and closing it: Good evening, my name is Sira. The one you expect.

*I furrow in a glance all the interior of the room. There was nobody. At the same time, a young man comes out of the bathroom. A little tall, brown skin, muscular, stunning eyes. All this to tell you that it is beautiful."

He watching me from head to toe: Who are you?

Me rolling my eyes with a sigh: I'm Sira. Your prostitute to serve you.

Him sitting on the sofa: Ah I see.

He takes his phone and begins to handle it without giving me a second look.

Me exasperated: Sir, let's do what I'm here for. I have to go home quickly.

Him looking at his phone: Ok take your clothes off.

"I hasten to do so. He glares at me, lowering his head but very quickly, he raises his head again to appreciate this beautiful spectacle before him. Even if he doesn't admit it, he likes what he sees."

Him: Sira, is that right?

I do.

Slowly shaking her head up and down: Ok. Get into bed. I will join you.

Me executing: .....

"I get on the bed on all fours. I wrap myself in its careful covers that are there. I watch him handle his phone. I've been on the bed for a while but nothing. Twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty minutes, almost an hour that I'm there but still nothing."

"Me annoyed: Who do you think you are?"

"Raising his head to look at me: Excuse me?"

"Me angry: I've been here for hours and you don't even calculate me. You think I have nothing else to do?"

"Smiling at him: Are you paid or not?"

"Me: Yes, but it's for a job that you pay me. If that job isn't done then I don't see why you're going to pay me."

"Him bursting out laughing: Because you call that a job?"

"Me shocked: Excuse me? Could you repeat?"

"Him direct: I asked you if you consider what you do as a job?"

"Me getting out of bed: Yes I consider it a job. Prostitution is like any honest job. As long as I feed on it and don't beg I'm fine. I don't care what you think."

"Him laughing out loud: Begging is a thousand times better than what you do for work my dear. There are plenty of jobs in this country. You can even sell for a living instead of giving yourself away to the highest bidders."

"Me trembling with anger: I forbid you. I forbid you to judge me. You don't know anything about me. Nothing in my life so I forbid you to lecture me."

"Him getting up and moving towards me: Oh please don't give me excuses like you're poor and you have to prostitute yourself to earn a living. We've heard too much of that already. Change disc. Everyone suffers but that does not mean that everyone will prostitute themselves. I told you before, begging is better than what you think of as work."

"Me raising my hand to slap him: Don't dare....."

"Him holding my hand: I'm dreaming or you wanted to slap me, you kind of prostitute."

"Wounded me: Let go of my hand."

"Releasing my hand: ........."

"I pick up my things lying around on the ground and head for the exit, my eyes filled with tears."

"Him stopping my hand: Wait where are you going? You haven't finished your work yet. You will leave when I tell you to leave."

"Me in tears: Let me go. I'm no longer interested. Save your money."

"Him laughing: Wait, are you crying? It doesn't take much to upset you at what I see. Is it the amount I'm offering you that's small? Is that why you want to leave?"

"Me tearing my hand from hers: It's not about the money. I'm just not interested anymore, that's all."

"Him: Ok I let you choose the amount you want."

"Me shouting: I'M NOT INTERESTED ANYMORE."

"Crossing his arms: I offer you the double which is a million.

"Me: Not interested."

"Him: Two."

"Me: Not interested."

"Him: Three."

"Me: Not interested."

"Him: Ok I see that Madame likes when the numbers go up. I'm offering you four million and that's my last offer."

"Me: What don't you understand about "I'm not interested"?

"Once again I turn my back to leave but he pulls my hand again. This time I land against his chest. Our faces are squarely touching. He rubs his nose against mine."

"Me: What are you playing here?"

Speaking to him in a low voice: It's me who decides when you're going to leave. You belong to me tonight."

"Me struggling with his muscular arms: Let go of me. Are you crazy or is bipolarity bothering you?"

"Him violenting me: You stay quiet you kind of slut."

"I knee him between the legs. I could feel his testicles grinding. He releases me holding his crotch and screaming in pain. I take this opportunity to save myself from this place."

"Screaming at him in pain: DAMN DIRTY BITCH!"

"He was screaming so much I could hear him on the stairs. I laughed out loud. It's good for him. No, but who does he think he is? I quickly descend the stairs and leave the hotel. Like on the driveway, I also took a taxi back home."

*Six hours and fifteen minutes. It's the time that appears on the screen of my phone. I went to take a good shower then I slept a little.*

****The next morning****

"Mira is already up. She wakes up on her own. I got her used to it so that she does. I made his breakfast without forgetting to prepare his bowl for school which I put in his bag. I accompanied him to wash and bathe, then I got him ready for school. We had breakfast together although she was still hanging out on hers."

"Me clearing the table hastily: Hurry up my princess. You are going to be late."

"Mira swallowing the food quickly: Alright mom."

"Me calming her down: Oh oh sweet. Eat slowly. You will have indigestion."

"Mira with her mouth full: Alright."

"Her Majesty Mira hung out on food as usual. When she finally finished, I took her to school and then I came home. I'm tired. I want to sleep before tonight. I'm walking slowly towards my bedroom when my phone in the living room starts ringing. I sigh in exasperation because I know my sleep is canceled in advance. What did I say ? The boss is calling me."

"Me picking up: Al........"

"Furious Konaté: SIRA WHAT ARE HER STORIES? SINCE WHEN DO YOU BEHAVE THIS KIND WITH CUSTOMERS?"

"Me trying to place a word: Eummhhh....."

"Konaté cutting me off: YOU SHUT UP. GET HERE NOW."

"Me articulating: Boss I......"

"Impartial Konaté: I SAID RIGHT AWAY!"

"Me hanging up and sighing:....."