Questions Answered

Anybody still visiting this place? Okay I have been away for a while. Long story as usual. Here I am giving some quick answers to questions asked. I will post answers several times this week. Some of the questions may be outdated by now, but I will answer them nevertheless.Questions are reproduced exactly as asked.

1.Hi Sue, how comes kenyan women find the courage to go to the streets yet there are very few with enough courage to join sites connecting them with men that pay for the service or maybe there is another arrangement for them to make cash? - doug

My first concern would be privacy. The chances of a family member or friend getting me on Street are lower than of them finding me on an escort site, with a photo of me displaying my whatnot so as to win customers. Then again if we met on the Street the matter would end there. I mean if he is out there looking for a prostitute he would have no moral right to judge me for being one.

I would never know the identity of the people viewing me on an escort site and well how can I duck and hide like it happens on the streets at times ? So my amorous cousin or neighbor could see me on a site and start talking behind my back.  And if asked “What were you doing visiting an escort site?” He will gladly answer “Actually I didn’t visit the site, some pervert tagged me on Facebook.” Nowadays that is enough explanation. 

2. Are there prostitutes who have undergone female genital mutilation and if so how do they cope on the streets since they cant enjoy sex fully?  - Big Fan Mariam

Yes there are. Not that I have seen them naked but they talk about it without regrets , and keep repeating as if in pride, as if it makes them tougher women . As to how they cope, well the main purpose of this business is to sexually please a man and not oneself, and earn money while at it. So many times I have pleasured men without feeling a thing myself. Yet there are men whose pleasure is not complete unless the girl seems to be enjoying herself. For those a girl can always fake or act in other ways that compensates her FGM short coming.

 On the other hand it’s a plus if you mix business with pleasure; enjoy sex while still making men ecstatic and getting paid for it. But if one cant for reasons beyond their present control, say FGM or boredom, one doesn’t get depressed; she just reminds herself why they are on the street in the first place: money.  Okay who is the god? Money is. What is money? Money is the god. My orgasm is not.

 3. Can a white girl make it on the streets of Nairobi? And can you make it in Europe? - Johnnie

 Sure, a white girl can make it.  Never mind the roughness here. Every street girl anywhere in the world has an in built system to handle that. Haven't you seen it in movies and James Hadley Chase novels? Would she get clients? Definitely yes. Since my college days and up to now I hear men in Nairobi bad mouth white women .Saying all manner of things about their bodies, sex prowess or lack of it and so forth.  Much of it is hot air. Few local men would turn down a white P. One explanation why men pay for sex is variety. A man will pick a white girl not for any other reason but discover how it is with such.  Is it like in the movies? And of course sleeping with a white girl will make men acquire bragging rights. “I did it with a white woman and let me tell you…..” . Interestingly for reasons unbeknown to me the number of white prostitutes in Nairobi is increasing. White will soon be the new Ethiopia.

For the same reasons above I am sure to make it in Europe. The main draw back may be the laws and generally the system there which I may take time to understand but eventually I would hack it. That said I believe it’s easier for a white girl to make it on the streets of Nairobi, than for a black girl to succeed on the Avenues of Luxembourg.  Or is it?

4. What will you name your child, if you ever get one? - Nenda

 Not sure. If a boy definitely not John, probably Tonka Zan, Brutus (Popeye) or something of the sort. If a girl I would come up with my own name whose meaning I would assign. I d prefer a name made only
of consonants.           

5. Which of the present presidential candidates will you vote for?  - J K

Given a choice none. They lack the glow despite their cash.  But I have no choice and I got to vote. As for who, the less said the better.

 6. Why don’t you reply to email? - Marto

 I try to. Or used to. Of late I have been away from email for a while but I am back and digging in to reply to everyone who has dropped me a note .Considering the pile it may take a while though.

7. Do you think men love sex more than money? Why ay for it when they can get it free of charge from their wives? - Eric

No I think men love cash more. Several men have disrupted a session just because they had to rush somewhere to ‘fix a deal ‘.  I believe for both men and women sex is a means not an end to anything. Money and power give more pleasure to human beings than sex, or so I think. Paying for sex is a cog in the wider money making scheme. At times sex relaxes men and helps them focus on their goals. Would a man choose 20 million shillings or doing it with Beyonce? I think the former. I would choose the former too if  its Jay Z in the picture.

Less Than 500 For 24 Hours & Other Questions Answered..

Here I answer a few questions. I reproduce questions as asked.

1. Where do i get a cheap hooker in nairobi? <500 bob for a 24hr session? - Sleek

Ha! Although the cost of sex is not directly proportional to the cost of living, that's a long shot, and maybe 'exploitation'! Then again more than before girls are learning how valuable their bodies are and peg prices accordingly. Of course you can still get girls for Ksh.50 for a short time. But less than 500 for a whole day and night, well a not so professional girl. Then again if a girl agrees to do less than 500 for 24 hours then you better think again, she may be having an ace up her sleeve. Unless of course you are giving something more than money, say some love. Anyway you can try Snack, that bar at the entrance of Mlango Kubwa if they are still open.

2. Can you post a pic of your pussy only? - Dzeko

No, I wouldn't do that. And after all you have probably seen a look a like somewhere. The difference is not in the appearance of the pussy, but what a girl can can do with it. Or better still what a man finds inside.

3. hello sue, why not surrender ur life to Christ and repent from this evil way, have been in Nairobi the street that you mention I know it very well, please you still have a chance and total surrender ur life to Christ today.those who do this work they end it up in the grave and when they die they go to hell. and where is the money? the money also perish as well.today is ur day tomorrow may be too late 4 you. Jesus Christ loves youBro. Emmanuel from Germany..

Brother thank you for your concern. Like I said before I believe in God, what we may differ on is the definition of good and evil. And also God's purpose for every human being. I am yet to discover His purpose for me, but seeing how mysterious God is I wouldn't be surprised if I am not actually lost. 

4. Hi Sue .Just out of your experience on the street have you met girls who are desperate to get off the street ...or some who had to be high to be able to have sex with a client? Also would you know or suggest ways they can get a helping hand to get themselves off the street? or at the very least tell their stories? Just so you get an idea of what I mean watch this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpqRBG_98 - Josephine

First I confess my connection is not very good, and so I have not watched the song. But I will make a point of doing it. Yes there are girls who are desperate to get off the streets. You see the circumstances of each girl are different. Some are pushed to the Street in rough quick way, without time to think of it. Then there are girls who come willingly but are not able to physiologically adapt to the 'harshness' here; the insults and  madharau. So they stick in desperation, wishing there could be a way out..all easier said than done...They end up staying, they become hardened and the desperation to leave is no more. The focus then is on The Jackpot, that will transform their lives. The large amount of money they will legally or otherwise get from a man. Or the European guy who will marry them. But one may never hit The Jackpot. Prostitution then becomes their career until. Yes until.

Being high to have sex with clients is normal. Its not necessarily out of desperation but more because of what a high does. One is daring, can give a not so clean but loaded man a blow job, the time of his life etc. Still there are those who get high to 'escape' rather than boost the session as above. Needless to say a high eventually becomes a low, and if a girl was escaping the realities of her work then she finds herself in a worse position mentally. A position which can only be redeemed with a more potent drink, herb or powder.

Nowadays there are many organizations, 'well wishers' and church people who come to the Street to help anyone willing get off. I would hesitate before making such suggestions, at least not in a general manner.

5. Have you ever had to use saliver to wet ur vagina when u were not ariused enough to get wet?

Yes I have done it. While at the SJ I used to do it often. But it is not professional. Presently if I sense my body does not react to the arousal efforts of a man then I use a lube. Then again nowadays its not so much a turn off if you unleash KY, especially if you use it to give the man some pleasure too.


Still got tens of questions. I will answer some tomorrow and the day after. I may have inadvertly skipped some questions but I am going through everything and will answer them all. Keeping asking. And I am still working on the emails.



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Not With Flowers But Our Thoughts

(This is from the May issue of Up Nairobi. Of course with an editor the voice and style is different. Between Monday and Wednesday I answer all questions, email and all else. And hopefully I will be gone forever)

"Some of the most vicious fights on the Street have happened when mothers are invoked. Say when a girl swears by her mother to teach another a lesson. Or when one insinuates that a girl has learnt the ways of the Street from her mother. The latter always results in a heated exchange which ends up in a physical fight. For mothers hold special places in the hearts of the girls here. Though common reasoning has it that a child's upbringing influences her adulthood

decisions, the logic here is that being a sex worker is an own choice which has nothing to do with the parents. Girls tend to say “My mother gave her best but I made the final decision to sell my body”.  For instance if a girl is on the Street  supposedly because her mum could not raise enough money to educate her and subsequently help her acquire a good job,  then the blame is on the government and not the mother. And if not the government then the father is to blame.

Yet the male clients too don’t want to have their mothers dragged to the filth of the Street. Its always an ugly scene when  a girl as much as suggests that a client's mother has something to do with his uncultured manners, say his reluctance to pay or his use of demeaning language.

On the other hand as much as mothers are protected from the Street “My mother" keeps popping up in our conversations. Not so much in praise but in fear and anxiety. The fear of what would happen if our mothers came to know what we do for a living. And the anxiety of waiting for her next call, thinking that during the last visit one said and acted in a way that was contradictory enough to give her a clue of our true work, and not the hotel job one keeps telling her about. The anxiety is not expressed directly but more in efforts to bribe the mum to ignorance. For at the bottom of their hearts many girls suspect their mothers know what they do and are only giving a blind eye.


.......On the Street any day marking a special event or honoring a group of people passes without notice if it does not translate to any monetary gain. Mothers’ Day is no exception. But here we honor our mothers everyday. Not with flowers but our thoughts. Read the rest here.  "

Happy Mothers Day. 

Up Nairobi:( Fun On The Street) and This and That

Wow! I have been away from the city, the blog and email. I have been hitch hiking around the country trying to 'redefine' myself. But here I am back with one foot on the Street and the other everywhere. I admit that I missed the blog. Sometimes I feel like I know you as close friends. Somehow offline I am not able to talk the same way I do here.Okay forget that.

Now I still had a few posts I had planned to write before I disappeared. I will try write them. There are also so many loose ends to the ends to do with the blog : Questions I need answered, promises I need to keep, I owe a number of people some things etc. I plan to do all that. And my email! Its overflowing but that's what I will work on in the next few days.

I still write a monthly article for Up Magazine. Here is an excerpt from the April issue. The style maybe a little different, and the copy cleaner, of course because there is an editor at work.

....Attention people of Nairobi! The Street is not only about gloom and doom; there is also fun and laughter. Those who have passed along the Street when we are on duty must have heard of our loud, unrestricted laughter. The kind you only hear in  Naija movies. A sound so different from the careful giggles of many in this city who act as if it’s against the city’s by laws to have a good hearty laugh. Our cackle tells you that we are ticking despite the many shortcomings of our work.

Of course of course I know some of you will claim that our laughter is hollow and even go ahead to quote the poet who said "we laugh to keep from crying." But there you get it wrong. We are genuine. And after, all isn't our business that of looking at the nakedness of human beings, physically, emotionally and otherwise? Is there anything much more fun than that? Read the rest of the article here 

  

Questions Answered

I am still around 'concluding'. So today I answer some questions as asked by readers...

I reproduce the questions exactly as asked.

1. Considering your work , do you have any unfulfilled sex fantasies? - Max

Who doesn't? Yes I have. The Street does not necessarily give you the opportunity to fulfill all your sex fantasies, for truth be told fantasies are a little weird and their appeal is when they remain fantasies rather than realities. That said I have fulfilled some of my fantasies. I have seen men fulfill theirs, and quite a number don't jump in triumph after , they look dull.


2. Have You heard of Lisa sparxxx's record? She has done the number U took years to in 60 seconds (pun intended) My question is how do You regard Yourself with respect,dignity,r humanity when other Men use U'r body for masturbation? Finally I have noticed that You have managed to change the view of prostitution somewhat based on an analysis of comments so has Your readership changed You?

Yes I have heard about Lisa Sparks and her record of having sex with about 1000 men in a day. Bet I am doing good. Anyway five in a day is usually on the higher side of me so I cant even imagine about 30 men an hour.

I still regard myself with dignity. If I lost self respect then that would be the end of me. I see everything mostly as my choice. And with that I make the choice  not to lose sense of myself despite the many things that work towards crushing my dignity. And men using my body for masturbation is the last thing that would make me lose my dignity. I take it positively; like a sort of complement of my body. 

I certainly can't assume the effects of my readers on me. Although I interact with men everyday in their most naked form, there is something about the anonymity of the internet that shows another side of people. I dare say I have learnt a thing or two, though not surprised, by what my readers say.

3. Are you A Kikuyu? If not, what are you? - Giggs

Ha! I am tribe less! Why did you think of Kikuyu first? I have previously given a big hint of what tribe I am , but then again I have a little of several tribes.


4. Do you sometimes shift to places like mombasa,narok...name them,when there is a romour that there is alot of money circulating on those sides,for example tourists,bumper harvest...? - Gidi

No, I have never done that though its something I really wanted to do but kept procastinating . My particular interest was Narok and Malindi...well well I think retired or not I will do visit...


5. Are there Man Prostitutes in the Street? If so, Are there women who come to pick up Man? - Giggs

Yes there are now male prostitutes along Koinange. These serve both men and women. But rarely do women come to pick male prostitutes from the Street. I think its for the reason there are many safe and decent grounds to hunt for a man. The male prostitutes on the Street are increasing at a very fast rate, and I guess eventually there will be some sort of turf war.

6. Hey sue..What was the longest time a man went without Cumming? When was the Lowest time? If your not sure can you estimate.- Mario

Ha, the longest time is never because there are men who cum at all. The shortest time is seconds, because there are those who ejaculate as soon as they are in. However realistically I have done a half an hour plus with a man. When the man is sober and looks okay I always wonder if  his going beyond the average duration is a commentary of my skills or my organ. Of course of course there are many unseen reasons which can affect, e.g Stress..

7. Hey Sue, keep it up! My biggest problem is: what makes women steal from a client? My friend recently took a mama home while very drunk and she stole several items in the morning, including petty things like foodstuff plus mobile phones. The guy says he could have just given her the food stuff if she had asked for it. Weirdly, she left lots of expensive stuff behind.

Like I mentioned before the motivation for stealing is different for each girl. There exists the underlying mistrust between us and clients which would make asking for such basics not convenient. And what would a client think of me if I asked for cooking oil or maize flour? That's a possible red flag; here is a possible thief. And what would it do to my ego to go begging for such? Not to glorify stealing but when one picks from a man the ego is raised and their sense of achievement. It feels better than having to beg for food.  In our kind of work its dangerous to have ego issues; you will not only achieve less but hate yourself, the world in addition to feeling 'useless'.

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On Winding Up The Blog

Yesterday was my last night on the Street. I am out of there completely. However I am not out of the sex business, at least for the next one month or so. As for the blog I will just finish answering the questions and do one final 'behind the scenes' post. Starting today I will reorganize/redesign the blog a little; make it much more 'prettier' or 'uglier' ; give some posts a permanent place and some more prominence.

 I will hang around even after the final post because there are some people are working on a few products based on the blog content. Looking at my notebook there are many more dispatches from the Street I would have written, but then time has caught up with me. Maybe later I will be giving quick snippets of such here.  I am fixing a collection of all the Episodes. I hope to find a way to make automatic downloads of such possible. All my ebooks whether free or for sale will now be hosted here.  The Hook Up section will be here for longer. I might also retreat and do a complete book. Once the technology issues are resolved I will continue with the seminars. And yes I am still determined to reply to all the emails however backdated they are.

Too bad I won't stick up to Episode 69 as I would have wished. Thanks all for reading, the comments, criticism , praise and all.

Any final wishes ?  ;)

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Episode 62: Random Thoughts On Our Industry

I told another group that the sex trade is up there with production houses, publishers and Hollywood, because we are all in the entertainment industry. The girl on the Street is now shoulder to shoulder with Avril, Muthoni the author and Tanya. We are all entertainers. Or is it?

Gone are the days when a man would come to the Street just for a quick sex fix because he couldn’t  get some elsewhere. Now the man comes as if he is going to a concert, you know you can listen to music in a radio but crave the party and entertaining mood of a show.   Gone too are the days when a blow job was an extra, to be given only to those who paid more. Nowadays its default. Even downtown where sex was so business like I hear a bj is increasingly becoming the norm. My days at the  SJ I dared not allow a man to touch my boobs during a short time. But I hear things have changed there too.

 In music and publishing they talk of voices, beat, content and style when listing things that differentiate artists. Successful artists are those who choose the right mix of those. What about us? Here on the Street  we have started to define ourselves in genres.  Though in the Street there is not much room to market yourself according to your specialty,  in the City’s brothels it’s the norm. Like I said we know girls who specialize in anal, threesomes and the increasingly in vogue BDSM. Yet men coming here wont state openly what they want. And the girls won’t say what they specialize in. So when the girl gets in the car the man will say “Do you do anal? I want anal”

 “No, I don’t” a girl may answer. “But I know someone who does. I can get her to you at a small fee” And so it happens.

In publishing a book may become timeless. See Shakespeare and Albert Camus. In music it’s a bit tough; a musician has to keep reinventing himself or herself lest they fade away. It’s the same with us. When one joins the Street one packages herself as young and fresh. But after a year the young and fresh can’t sell anymore so one talks of being mature and fresh. Never mind the freshness may no longer be there. By the third year when the strain of the Street is visible on the face and thighs freshness and maturity don't sell. Experience does.

Our sexuality is evolving. I guess triggered by the push by human beings towards comfort and happiness in every sphere of their lives. Of course the evolution is also triggered by our response to the many and easily available sexual information, stories, videos, photos, toys and whatever else. Certainly the body and the brain respond to these. And the barriers to entry being less in the sex industry than in music or publishing, there will be many who join to satisfy the demands of the evolving sexuality.

So the sex industry is becoming bigger and competition stiffer. The mayor estimates there  are 21000 sexual acts in this city every night. If each is worth Ksh. 1000 then we are talking of Ksh.21000000 a night or 0.6 billion in a month. Quite some dough. Yet many in the country want us to remain underground, just like the drug industry. I don't want to digress to that argument now but in a recent comment someone said the undoing of the sex industry is that it’s associated with bad elements; the drug barons, robbers and others who get a kick from having girls as part of their networks or hovering around them a la Hugh Heffner or Al Capone. So he argues legalizing prostitution will not make it easy for the government to fight these evil citizens. You know a prostitute with her rights protected will not just be searched by a male policeman and drugs found in her handbag or better still in her panties or between her buttocks.  She will demand a search warrant, and meanwhile hide the drugs, gun or whatever. I have problem with this line of reasoning but won’t go into it at the moment.

Back to the sex entertainment business. There are girls and men who are now choosing sex work as a career. The old argument that one gets into the work because of poverty is becoming increasingly outdated. Of course there are many who are in the work because of their poor circumstances but there are others who are educated with other options and opt to make a career out of sex, literally. Didn’t you hear Daughtie talk of our bodies, our choice?

As a country we are starting to acknowledge the entertainment value of sex more. Nevertheless we are still behind as compared to the western countries. Just look at our online porn offerings which are just obvious depictions of what we do in private. Nothing really creative or imaginative. But we keep watching them hoping for something to excite us in a different way. Where are the local erotic books? I have heard of none since David Maillu and Love For Sale. Where are live cam girls and men who you can give orders? Where are the dancing shows? Where are the sex games? I have heard of a few of these, and hopefully we will get there. The fact is that the demand is amazing and someone will come in to fill it. 

The publishing, movies and music industry are facing the problem of piracy. At least you can’t pirate sex per se. But the competition and pressure to remain on top is enormous. Only the very creative and innovative will survive. And only those who make themselves known, or brand themselves in a way or another will go beyond the average one hour gig.

I don't feel too good quitting when things are starting to get interesting. Maybe I should just reinvent myself and remain in this segment of the entertainment industry which is said to tear the moral fabric of the society.

Now I decided I have no business  match making. So for all with such requests I have opened a hook up section where you can list who and what you want or looking for, and you are bound to get responses. CLICK HERE to list yourself. As for those who we talked on email  I will be posting your profiles later in the day. And those asking for specialty  Street girls, I will be in touch.

 

Somehow today things are slow, and I am taking it easy. I will catch up with quite a number of my emails . Do have a lovely weekend.

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Up Nairobi: Can Sue Keep Her New Year’s Resolutions?

Well, its said what goes around comes around. And it has been the same with me. After the regrettable ( yes the guilt caught up with me) act of stealing from a client, I was arrested for something completely different, and spent some days in the cells. It was not the worst of things, but not good either. This year I am excessively upbeat and not even the time in the cells has lowered my high spirits.  I am not mad at the 'system' , like I previously used to be each time I collided with the authorities. Yet I now doubt whether to really quit. But that's a story for another day and so is that of the Mayor talking of legalization. Happy Valentine everyone.

I still do a monthly column for Up Magazine. And here is an excerpt from the February issue. Its a little bit overtaken by events. And of course it has passed through an editor's hands so its more clean:

 Every 31st of December I make a New Year resolution. For the last three years my resolve has always been the same; to quit the Street.  Usually this is easier said than done. For a start the timing is wrong; after trying to show off to family and friends quite a bit during the festivities, come January I am without a cent . Okay I say to myself let me stick for a month so at least I can quit with some money in my pocket.  True by the end of January I will have made some money but the marketers will have started running the Valentine advertisements which are of the kosa uchekwe kind. Why then not stick for another two weeks only , be part of Valentine and hopefully wait for the lovers and lonely hearts windfall? And that’s the point I rewrite my resolutions to focus on an extended stay on the Street. This year has not been different and in the second month of the year I find myself making street wise resolutions:

Firstly, I decide to only focus on valuable customers. In this city, impressions can be deceiving. But the temptation to fall for initial impressions is always there, you know, that love for status.  That urge to rush and grab the man driving a Range
Rover Sport, and show my back to the one driving a Spacio. I wish to fight this “blind Nairobi hunger” for prestige, but it’s a tough one. Still, in my third year in business, I have developed an extra sense that helps me to differentiate between good and bad customers. Good clients pay the right amount without much ado. And good clients are not necessarily those driving the big, flash cars. This year, I promise to instill in myself the discipline not to rush for status at the expense of a higher pay.

I also want to avoid what is not legally mine. Those in the know say that this city is small and fluid. If I hurt someone, the chances of our not somehow bumping into each other are far from negligible. In my profession, my colleagues can easily smoke me out just to win the victim’s favor. And that’s the mess I always find myself in whenever I pinch something from a man...... Read the rest HERE.


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Episode 59: I Can See The End

This is one of my last posts. I will be wrapping the blog sometime in February. Well , I have decided to leave the Street in the coming month. I have become a little weary, and as much as I try to convince
myself otherwise I have reached my peak and can only start going down. There are no quitting ceremonies. For the next two weeks or less I will continue going to work then one day fail to turn up. I stay for a week a month and more. The girls will start spreading rumors of what could probably have happened to me, and quickly I will be forgotten, after all I am not among the most charismatic on the Street. And while my name is being erased from the Street so will it be deleted from your brains. As I fade from your memories I will be struggling with myself not to succumb to the devilish but exciting lure of the Street.

I am not sure what happens next. How I earn my living and all. I might take a long break out of the city, repackage myself and come back to explore other things. Age is catching up with me and its time I tried
to live more of my dreams. Well forget the brand building. I am not going to a higher level in the sex industry, despite my having enough of the right contacts, experience and Street brain to become a big time pimp.

 On the other hand I am not quitting on moral grounds. I am not going to spend the rest of my life saying my years on the Street were wasted. Or trying to 'reform' anyone. I am quitting more out of fatigue and the need to change direction, or like they say in corporate speak "to pursue other interests." 

I once toyed with the idea of stopping writing the blog without giving the readers notice, but then that wold be a bit rude. So I will make some few posts within the next month, and when the last of the last comes declare so. I think it will come very very soon.

There is so much I could write about from my experiences, there are posts here which have epilogues, and maybe which could sound better with more vivid descriptions etc . Perhaps one day when I have the
will and resources, I will write up a proper book. Ideally that would have been the best way to wrap this but then the ideal more often than not eludes me.  The blog will remain here. And maybe once in a while I will pass by to document any interesting development related to my struggle to shake off the Street.  But I doubt there will be anything interesting.

There are so many loose ends related to the blog and my interaction with it, and those I hope to tie up in the next few weeks if not days. Tomorrow I answer questions I have been asked through the Ask Me section. Wow! The end is nigh and the countdown has begun. There is no turning back now.

On a different note as part of my send off package, I will be accepting ads below each and every post. Ads which can start running immediately and be here until blogger dies. I am removing all the old ads. Anyone who would be interested and courageous enough  just CLICK HERE. I have no set price, so just say how much you wish to pay and I will consider. Not too much & not too little.

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Episode 58: Goodbye Guilt

I bet I am starting to sound like a broken record; once more I talk of quitting.  This has nothing to do with the many emails and comments I have been receiving to the effect of late. Those I will respond to later.

 Sometime ago in a moment of personal resolution I  promised myself that if I ever stopped feeling guilty about the evil acts I commit during my work then it would be time to quit.  Of course when I talk of evil I don't mean having sex, that is good, but that other 'bad’ things beyond sex, like stealing from clients.

I have always thought myself not fully gone into the depth of sin because I still felt guilty after stealing. After all its things like guilt that separate human beings from animals. Or is it? In those relatively few times I have stolen from men, I have ended up remorseful despite my justification for the act.

My justification for stealing had always been diverse. Sometimes I made it look like a class war; you know the upright beings and us the wrongly condemned . Other times I told myself I was participating in the gender wars. What's wrong with punishing a man who is cheating and probably making his family suffer? There were also those men I felt were mean, and what I was getting was my rightful fee.  However deep down inside me I knew I was lying to myself. There was no reason for my greed as shown by my thieving ways.  In the end I just felt terrible.

Different girls have varied strategies and guts for stealing. For me depending on the conditions the best time to lift anything from a sober man is before the sex. When his reasoning is made fuzzy by exposed thighs, kinky talk and anticipation. The foreplay offers such a good opportunity to set up a heist, if stealing a wallet maybe made that grand.

Picking during sex has never been appropriate unless there is an extra girl or the man is a bit tipsy and not fully undressed. The latter was common at the SJ. Stealing from a sober man after sex is quite tricky. For in that immediate moment after sex many men seem as if they have woken up from a dream. Some become extra alert, reach for their trousers, quickly dress then leave. But a few will make just a small careless mistake.

This week a man picked me and drove to lodging in Parklands made notorious by its conducive conditions for spiking and stealing.  The client was a reserved but polite man probably in his late twenties. We had some okay sex, which by his facial expression and sounds I couldn't tell whether he had enjoyed. He paid me Ksh.2000. We dressed up and he stepped to the toilet, leaving his phone on the bed. Within seconds it
was in a compartment in my handbag, and I was out of the place.   This was the first time I had stolen a phone; A Nokia X something which fetched me  a mere Ksh.2,500 on the Street. . I felt nothing about it,
and still do. It might be time to quit or perfect my skills.





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Episode 57: January Mind Games

The stereotype of a Street prostitute is that of a birdbrain, a girl dull enough all she could think of to earn a living was  open her legs and lower herself to the bottom of society. Over time I have learnt there are few advantages of trying to prove otherwise to those clients who still stick with the stereotype; to show I have more thoughts, and not only of the vulgar, thieving kind. 

So most of the time I go with the flow, displaying some ignorance and avoiding any of the so called serious talk. But sometimes I want to tease a man a little bit. To get to his nerves, or remind him he is not the only one who knows. Sometimes though it's strategy, playing mental games with a mentally weaker but financially  endowed man, so that his ego is crushed and he tries to make up for it in a way that will benefit me.

Not long ago a man who looked in his early 30s picked me. Once in his car he muttered "Hey" which he quickly changes to "Sasa", supposedly a greeting in the language I could understand and comfortably communicate in.  " I am good" I replied, and not the "Poa" he expected me to say. He didn't seem surprised, after all every street girl knows some few English words. "Kumekauka sana"? ( Aren't things tough?)  he asked . He was now acting savior and wanted me to acknowledge the big favor he had done by picking me .

" Kiasi but things are brightening up" .  I said. The last phrase caught him off guard. He expected an answer in some street Swahili, in addition to acting the damsel in distress like girls on the Street sometimes cleverly do.

He sneered then stared at my thighs. I knew I was skimpy but no sexy. Looking a little stylish but wearing cheap. He smiled. " A wannabe" he must have said to himself.

We hit one of the roads recently constructed by the Chinese. It was slightly past 1am,  the road  empty. He accelerated to about 100 km/hr then slowed down abruptly to 30 km/hr or so. " Hawa wa Chinese kweli wanafanya kazi" ( These chinese are really working) he said.  Its the common ice breaking phrase in the city. I grunted in acknowledgment.

"Ukiwa naa gari kama hii ndio una appreciate better" ( When you are
driving a car like this you appreciate better ). His was a Toyota Avensis or one of those new big Toyota models.  I decided to up the game by ignoring some of what he had said and gently go beyond the pedestrian.

" Why do people seem to trust the quality of Chinese roads but notmost of the other products? " I asked in English.

" You cant appreciate a good road unless you own a car" he said. He was right that I  don't own a car but wrong assuming I will never own one. Owning a car is one of my distant dreams. But that was besides the point, he had subdued my kimbelembele, and he loved it.

" FYI China is the next super power" .  I grunted  because I didn't
have a clever quip to reply to that . After some seconds I remembered
something. Something I had heard on BBC, the station I prefer listening to because most of the local stations will in one way or another end up reminding me of my work . And I don't want to be reminded so much of it.

"Isn't interesting the Chinese don't seem interested in  pushing for the
dominance of the  Yuan like they are pushing everything else?" I asked
a little curt .

" It doesn't matter" he said and accelerated once more. I was not sure my question made sense, but it didn't  matter, I had gotten him  and now wanted want to yap more. 

" I think it does. Anyway what role do you think the euro crisis had in the battering the shilling got last year? "  I asked. Another sweet collage of a question  from BBC snippets. His face tightened and he accelerated more .

" If you know so much about the economy why don't you become the minister for finance?" he said " Instead of parading your ass in the cold!"  I laughed out loud. I had got him where I wanted. I didn't want  to push him so hard lest he dropped me or something. I rested my hand on his fly.

In the room he was rough. He twisted and pressed me hard. His ego was
hurt and that was his way of subduing me, of  redeeming it. I didn't
struggle and looked physically and mentally humbled. He loved it But there was one final thing, just to be sure. He paid me an extra Ksh.500. I thought that was his way of saying "It doesn't matter what you think you know or pretend to. You are still a prostitute and I have more money and respect than you do. That's what matters."

I didn't care. The money is what mattered to me.

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Episode 56: And Now The Men Who Can't Quit

It has been said that prostitution is a victimless crime. That a girl-man transaction being a gentleman's agreement of sorts neither of them is really a victim. But moralists will tend to differ. To them prostitution should not judged in isolation but on its effect on the larger social fabric. The man who sleeps with a prostitute has fun, but his family could suffer. What if the girl infects him with a nasty disease, which he passes on to his wife, an innocent party? What if he spends the rent and school fees on the girl? Or better still the money is stolen from him? Is the collapse of a whole family worth the feeding of a single girl who drinks so much and doesn't seem to really care about her body? Mmmmm.

Not that the men who visit Street girls are blind to the side effects, if any, of their actions. There are many who have not abandoned their families for the Street girls. Johns who run happy families, and take great care not compromise that in any way. Men with wives good in private as they are in public, but still they visit the Street.

From my economics class I can remember some musings on choice and rationality. That one stops doing something only when the incentive to stop is larger than the incentive to continue. At the face of it there are many advantages of quitting dilly dallying with prostitutes than continuing. But that is only a quick analysis which ignores the subtle benefits of a session to a girl. Some of which I have highlighted elsewhere.

On the other hand and from the same economics class I remember something about irrationality. Not all decisions human beings make are rational. There exists irrational compulsion, which makes people act in ways which are thought to lead to their own destruction, but can't resist it even when there are better alternatives. I doubt doubt visiting a prostitute or being one is a result of irrational compulsion.

These thoughts were triggered by a man in his forties, who was one of my first clients this year. The same way I had hoped not to be on the Street this year, is also the same way he had hoped not be picking girls. " Why do you want to quit?" I asked. " I don't know. I think I have been doing this for too long" . But rather than interrogate him on his motives for picking girls,and now for stopping, I turned the conversation to me. I went on and on about how I had planned to quit but failed too.

The sex was plain, perhaps the realization that we were doing something both of us hated at the time. ( I have since thrown myself back to the Street without any doubts) . And when we lay on the bed for a few minutes after the romp, I thought here we are two failures who can't summon enough will to say no. Or here are two Kenyans feeling the pressure to be conform to the good of society.

The man paid me Ksh.3000 , double the amount I had asked for. It was not a bonus. For such plain sex I felt he was giving away all the money he had planned to spend on girls that week. I wish he had on him all the money he had budgeted to use on girls the whole year.

" Will you be back" I asked tongue in cheek. " You won't see me again" he said.

Silently I wished him good luck. I am sure he will be back, perhaps a happier man than if he quit.


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Episode 55: Pushing On In 2012

A client once told me that prostitution is curse. That girls who get into the trade are destined to be in it. They are chosen by fate to fulfill a certain role. That the same the universe is precise; you know the delicate distance from earth to the sun, the right amount of gases in the air, the role of trees , water bodies and all in ensuring the survival of the planet so does everyone has a role. But I also read somewhere that believes in Fate and Destiny is the curse of failures.

This early in the year I find myself tempted to believe in Destiny. I know it’s not recommended that one should start the year on a sullen confused note, yet here I go. I had hoped that 2011would be my last year on the Street. But come 2012 I find myself drifting back. Somehow I am not with enough will to let go. I went back this last weekend when I was pressed for cash.

Deep inside though I know I am headed to that dangerous point girls on the street get to after sometime. The point where they start hating what they do, where they want
to quit but somehow cant. And from there it becomes downstream. A girl gets angry, rude and the perfect stereotype of a prostitute. She ends up quitting or living an empty life spreading her legs for whatever comes along.

 Yet there is a way out of that psychological trap, which is to accept that one is destined to be a prostitute. Once a girl accepts her destiny, things become relatively easy. A girl has her feet, heart and mind fully in the trade. She just has to evolve as she grows older, less pretty, and fatigued by her working environment.  And that’s what I am debating with at the moment. No need to keep saying I plan to quit, or going on and on about how I didn’t dream of being a prostitute forever. Why not  just make up my mind I am in this for the long run, and with it acquire the peace of mind that comes with knowing and accepting your purpose in this world?

Quitting for me is made complicated because I don’t know exactly why I got into this trade in the first place. Of course now I have tied it to economic needs, but still there is something else pushing me. Like they say how can I know where I am going if I don’t know where I am coming from?  

After the brand building of the last one year and with a little, discipline and determination I can run my economic life without necessary being on the street, but for some reason I am afraid of letting the street go. So what next?
I will have to wait and see how the year goes. I will get into my work with gusto. I will try enjoy my work and become happier. It’s boring to keep lamenting. . Maybe its time to up the game. To make the brand building what exactly it should be and not spend  time dilly dallying about having a higher goal, which is not clear. Its time to become a prostitute proper.

Destiny is perhaps also something to think about for those girls who email requesting me to introduce them to the trade. Yes once in a while I receive an email from a girl asking me to show them the ropes of what I do. Some will quote their pressing economic situation while others are seeking adventure. Perhaps in my writing I have given the impression that prostitution is sort of an amazing race. It’s certainly not.

Thinking of it I believe not every girl with the courage to sell her body is cut to be a prostitute. There are things that make one really fit. Some inborn traits which I would hesitate to call talent. I see it every month, girls who come to the street as determined as they can be but quit after a short while unable to flourish. Nevertheless can one be trained
to be a prostitute? I don’t think so. Just like a footballer, you either have talent or not. Football practice only makes you better but does not give one talent. I wouldn’t encourage anyone to join, let alone show them the ropes. Whether for money, power or mere adventure a girl has to seek inside her and make the bold move on her own. Girls who come to the Street as a result of peer influence  end up more frustrated than the rest of us, who walked here on their own accord. And maybe a girl has to be chosen or rather cursed by the gods.


On a different note despite being January, the tough month, business is good. The men
are bargaining less and paying well. The only low is that there are not as many.  And the city council is usually more stressful in January. Of course by the end of the month the Street will flood with the salary men with their ‘hard earned’ cash. And the drama will start. But with the sobriety and calmness of the clients of the moment it’s even harder to quit.

Happy New Year everyone.  I will continue writing.

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Up Nairobi : The Types Of Tourists And How They Rank

(I still write a monthly column for UP Magazine. Below is an excerpt from this month's issue. If the story looks so smooth and lacks the roughness of what I write here, then its because it has passed through the hands of an editor. UP Magazine is distributed free of charge at coffee shops, shopping malls and petrol stations in Nairobi. )





Cities often acquire their identity from the physical, culture, economic activity or any other such strong attribute. Thus, Dubai could be defined by its architectural designs, while Rabat could be identified by the strong Islamic culture. What about Nairobi, could it be a city without character? What is the immediate feel one gets on arrival in the city, other than the hurly-burly of any urban center?



Nairobi is many things but seems to lack any dominant quality to label it. In the absence of a black and white clarity of what it is, city fathers, residents and notably the media have tried to come up with idioms to characterize Nairobi. These range from the feel good (but no longer in vogue) Green City In The Sun to the resigned Nairobbery.

But then there is also the tourist view of Nairobi; Nairobi as packaged in travel websites, brochures and in-flight magazines. This is the Nairobi of The Hilton and Inter Continental Hotels. The Nairobi which is “the only city with a national park” and Nairobi which is home to Kibera, “one of the largest slums in Africa”. The tourist Nairobi is thus experienced in cozy vans, and five star hotels.


Yet, there will be the visitor who will want to experience the city beyond the marketed view; knowing very well the heart of any city is not visible in the colorful brochures or marketing slogans. The most prominent of these are the backpackers who stay in Ksh.1, 500 a night lodgings like Africana and Kenya Lodge.

Here, on the Street we have passing respect for these, we call them the “black white men”. They will come to the Street in an effort to get to the city’s core. But we don’t take the back packers seriously. Over time, girls on the Street have come to know they travel cheap, every coin counts to them and some are rough men in their own countries.

You know, the kind that get involved in bar brawls or who is running from the police for a reason or another. We recognize the back packers from a mile away by their smell, dirtyside-pockets and attempt at Swahili. The backpackers don’t pay well. Many of those who have stayed in the country in excess of a month are more broke than some of us; they only have a few shillings and their return ticket. A girl will go with a back packer because it was a bad night or she thinks he is the silly student kind, and can easily rip him off.

The real gem, though, are the middle aged, or elderly men, who sneak from their five star hotels to come to the Street to see another side of the city. The most daring of them wear shorts, sneakers and come walking to the Street.

Sometimes they come upon the Street by chance as they take a walk around the city. Sometimes it’s by strategy after colluding with a taxi driver or a mischievous waiter. This kind of man will be loaded with cash, open minded and in search of adventure. There are two kinds of these men; those who want to have a session with a girl, and the others who want a girl to act as a tour guide to the other side of the city.

Sometime ago, one of these men came walking from a local hotel at around 9:00p.m. He had grey hair but walked with a bounce that made him look energetic. In such situations the girls will literally surround the man, talk all the English they know, hoping he will fall for them. And so we did. But it’s not always the case that the man will know English; some are French or German.... Read the rest here.

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UP Magazine: “Meet my girlfriend, Sue.”

 I still write a monthly column for UP Magazine. Below is an excerpt from this month's issue. UP Magazine is distributed free of charge at coffee shops, shopping malls and petrol stations in Nairobi. Of course the article has gone through an editor.....


There seems to be so much anxiety in this city. It’s all reflected in the daily hustle and bustle of the residents. Few people are calm and relaxed in what they do. An example, the ever growing party scene. Rather than end up looking genuinely happy and relaxed, party goers wear worried looks and their joy seems artificial.

The Street is not immune to the city’s anxiety. But whereas the anxiety in the rest of the city seems to be driven by the search for the little more and the pressure to become the best, the worry on the Street is more a result of efforts to maintain the status quo and keep from falling. In most of the City settings success is well defined, and the formula for success is clear. However on the Street the formula for success is vague; as anything that is largely made up of luck, unpredictable human emotions and what not.

The girls who show most of their skins or dress up fashionably are not the most successful. And so are those who only pursue white men and sleek cars. Success on the Street is thus left to “God” and our daily labors are aimed more at maintaining our present state of achievement. The fear of becoming worse than we presently are generates a lot of our anxiety. We are focused less in succeeding and more in preventive measures to avoid a fall. A fall is a matter of both personal and peer honor. If I am yanked off the Street because I was jailed for stealing from a man, or since I could not sweet talk the city council askari or the magistrate, then that’s a fall.

And so is when a once-favorite man stops picking me in favor of another girl; it does not matter whether the girl is less glamorous than me. If I am out for two months or so because of sickness, not necessarily sexually transmitted, then that is a fall.

If I am sick I would rather say I had gone to chase Ugandan men in Kampala. Here on the Street there is a very thin line between a decline and a fall. Well, here they are one and the same thing. A fall will mean that I become part of the Street fable. And because girls talk so much, I will be walking round the city thinking everybody knows everything about me. What causes a fall, whether chance or choice, is seen as contagious, and girls want to have little to do with a girl who has fallen even once. Thus girls will use all manner of trickery to avoid being seen as fallen.

Sometimes the anxieties of the rest of the city’s residents converge with those of us on the Street. As happens once in a while a regular client will drop me and pick another girl. The only way to avoid being labeled a failure by the other girls is not to let them know that has happened, which is almost impossible, or to redeem myself by having a better man pick me. Better would mean a man who drives a more expensive car, or who is foreign. The country of origin matters little. So it happened to me the other night. A regular client ignored me for Nancy; a newbie. But before the other girls could start talking I got a chance to save my skin the same night...Read the rest here

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Episode 49: My Retirement Plan

Now that I plan to quit the Street in the next six months or so, I am thinking of a retirement plan. The ideal retirement plan for most girls here is to hit a jackpot and live happily ever after. The jackpot could be through marriage to a rich white man or pinching a substantial amount of money from a local. The Street is full of legends of girls who retired that way. Yet that rarely happens nowadays. The white men, I think, have  professional, decent girls to chose from. It seems more than ever before many Nairobi girls are willing to throw themselves at the feet of white men. I see it always when occasionally I pass through Westlands at night or while in a cyber  and a girl has opened Love Find Me. On the other hand its long since I heard of a girl who had stolen more than 20,000 shillings from a man, bet over time  the local men have learned not to carry more than a few thousand shillings when hitting the Street.

I am not planning to quit as a result of a moral conversion or having identified something better to do. Simply I am avoiding reaching the point of diminishing returns. In our trade supply outstrips demand by a factor of almost three. The girls are much more than the men. The men who come to the Street are somehow a constant; their numbers and identities don't change much. It's the same men who started coming here five years ago who still come. Those coming to the Street for the first time increase at a less proportionate rate to the girls, and also to the men leaving. There will be nights where every car coming to the Street will be familiar. And weeks where I sleep with the same usual men who know how much I charge and my point of faking orgasm.

 By the time a girl hits three years on the Street the men know her. However good one is there gets a point where one stops being the first choice of a man. At that point a man will pick a  3 years plus girl  because he has come late when the fresh girls are gone, for old times sake or when too drunk to recognize her. It is more or less like what happens in marriage after a few years.

When a girl is no longer the first choice of any of the men anger and hatred starts building inside. She insults men who leave her behind, and the girls who go with them. She drinks a lot and start developing a cold aged look, which makes her less attractive. I have seen it with many girls here. Of course there are exceptions, girls who maintain their shine even after practicing for three years and more. But such are few, and many of  those who outwardly look beautiful are ugly inside. I know myself and I don't expect to be among the exceptions.

Marriage has never been part of my plan and pinching a good amount of cash a long shot. So my retirement plan has me thinking of doing something with almost similar traits as what I do now; the adrenaline rush, some creativity, independence and the lack of formality and commitment . Sometimes I think I am lazy . See I want to do things at my own pace and to my own satisfaction, which is adjusted every time failure requests. I don't want to be appraised and set goals by others. Anyway I digress. So one of these things with similar traits  is what made me enroll for a certain course. The course that has made me miss in action for the last two and a half weeks; reading and writing exams.

My next occupation is just one of the challenges of retirement. How to fill the emotional and physical gap left after quitting is another thing. I am not talking about lurvy durvy emotions, but the simple emotions that come as a result of connecting with people who really matter to you. The happiness that I feel when talking of my escapades with colleagues, or the temporary comfort I get when I sleep on the chest of a nice client. Such emotional connections take time to build, and when out there I am not sure I will be able to connect with other people, and if I do, it may take long by which time I will have been labeled a snob, freak, recluse or any such words that describe those with emotional oddities. Yet I am not so much worried about the emotions for all said and done I will have a great relationship with my local barman.

I have previously said  that I don't care much for sex, especially the fun part of it. But that does not mean I do not have urges. I do. My clients whether good or bad help satisfy my sex urges, and I feel naturally whole again. So what will I do about sex when out of the Street? A relationship for me is out of question. I will fail. It will be difficult  for me to commit and not cheat.  A tit for tat for me because  after what I have seen so far on the Street I will always be convinced my man is not cheating. Although I wont tell any man about my past, some of the habits I have acquired from the Street might live with me forever, and when they pop certainly create tensions between me and my partner. For instance in moments of frustration and drunkenness  I use rough filthy words which no man would be pleased to hear his girl use.

There is also the option of going for one night stands. But these will be almost the same thing as what I do presently.  I wont enjoy them as much. I know these days a girl  can pay a man to have sex with her, like I once did. Yet this snatches a key component of sex; the testosterone part; knowing I am having sex with a real man. A man who agrees to be paid to have sex, rather than fight for it,  may not have enough testosterone in him.

Yeah I can't forget the toys. I have couple of those, but like a friend said everybody sometimes craves for 3D sex, where you hold and kiss each other during the act. A sex mate is the best option. But men have presently become very poor in bed, and to find a good one I will have to road test several ,something I am not very enthusiastic about. I can only wait and see ,but I am sure to get a solution for this little problem

When a girl joins the Street she soon hears of the legends and experiences of other who have been in the trade before. Some of the experiences sound exciting,others generate curiosity, while others feel like a must do . Like there are so many positive and negative stories about the white men who pick girls here, and every girl wants to experience it. I have slept with several of these. There are also things said about men from a certain tribe, and only when a girl spends the night with such does she feel  not missing out. There were days I wanted to know how it feels to drug and steal rom a man, something I have done. I also wanted to see viagra in action where its rightfully needed, with a man past 75, and I got to see it when I slept with a 78 year old man. The things to do are many,and some can only be done when one is in this trade because the opportunity and attitude are right and present.

Recently I have heard about the Great Lakes Civilization. Its the great art of love making by the men from the Great Lakes region; Burundi, Rwanda and the others. Apparently the name Great Lakes is a result of the small lakes the men from the region are able to create down there in women bodies. So I have to sleep with a man from the Great Lakes within the next six months or I might never have another chance to experience the civilization without any inhibitions. And here, for reasons I might mention later, I exclude the Congolese men based in Kenya.


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Episode 48: The New Competition & A Strip Club

Like I mentioned before competition in our industry is becoming stiff as a result of uneven distribution and the alcohol laws.You know how many of the cheap downtown bar cum brothels have been turned into exhibition halls, and how the bars are not open during the day. Until recently the competition has been with prostitutes proper; yeah the stereotype of a downtown or street prostitute;not very well educated, with a kid or two, 'tired', rough and all those other things. As much as these brought competition it was nothing disruptive. Maybe the biggest consequence of their flooding was accelerating the fall of the Street from the place men find girls with panache at a fair price to just any other place.

But now there is new competition coming in; the one which may actually be disruptive. There are more of the educated girls coming in, yet its not only about their education but their attitude, style and well their aura. And they are not exactly young, certainly not in college. They act and look like they are done with college and have probably hit more than a year out of school. They have the maturity, freshness and that other unexplainable thing that especially the older and more loaded men look for.

The new girls are coming in everyday; its as if they are being mobilized. My guess is an upmarket brothel was closed and they girls decided to come this way to 'liberate' themselves. And they hate us as much as we hate them . Us the veterans and old school girls. They know each other and will cluster together talking in their Nairobi-girl English and laughing out loud . They are very confident, quite street smart thus it has become impossible for us to intimidate them into following the ground rules. So they are getting the men as we are left frustrated,letting it out in  insults. I know I should probably be on their side, what with my education and all but no my heart and loyalty is with Cheupe and all the roughies.

We the veterans are angry because we feel these girls should not be on the Street; they should be in classy brothels, clubs or in lanes in Westlands, Hurligham and those mtaas. That is if they are not  trading on Facebook and the many other local hook up sites. Why they chose to come here is beyond reason. It's as if they want to irritate and frustrate us. But this state of things won't last for every long; not here. Something will have to give in a big way.

On a different note I have made a strippers club to be my local bar; where I will dash for a drink in the evening when I am not working . I go there to have a taste of a different version of our work. The club is the Super Mambo. This must be the lowest of the strip clubs in this city. It looks like a bad version of one of those nude club scenes in old Van Damme movies. The girls look tired and disturbed. Last week when I was there only one of the girls seemed to enjoy herself. The others didn't even pretend to be having fun. And when it came to baring their all one of them could not even look straight at the audience. These are no like the strippers I saw in some brothel. A reader recently asked me why I should not be a stripper which according to him is  more respectable.

Really?Is stripping a more honorable version of our trade? I don't think so. But then it depends on a personal definition of self dignity. To the strippers showing what you got in public is better than giving your all. But to us showing almost all of what you got and then going all the way in private is more dignified. The debate can go forever.

I will be writing more about the new competition, strippers  & some other recent experiences later. For now I have to read. I enrolled for a short course to improve my skills here and elsewhere and now its exam time.

Episode 47: The Sex Cause

Late in my high school years I was a rebel without a cause. After listening to some Millie Jackson I reasoned I could develop a feeling bitchy attitude like her. Or look like her in that cover jacket where she is seated on a toilet bowl with her pants down. Certainly there was nothing I was to achieve by acting Millie Jackson. Anyway being a bitch and grumpy was part of the attitude, but such could not survive around my full of life and well, bitchy mother. So it was only sometime after I joined campus that I decided to become a rebel again, this time with a cause.

I had gone to university very psyched up to "change the world." However it didn't take long to realize that most of the comrades were more interested in sex, parties and CATS than in changing the world. And the students who were changing the world didn't seem like true believers; they spent time in meetings; all talk no action and only pretentious anger at the "state of things". After watching Holy Man, a feel good Eddie Murphy film, I was inspired to go solo. My cause was ambiguous; a combination of human rights, going green and protecting the ozone layer. I started by vowing never to take tea because I had read somewhere that tea workers were paid peanuts. It didn't matter to me that one cup of tea might not make much difference. I believed " It starts with you" the catch phrase of those in solo protests.  Then when I told my mother about my tea boycott he laughed and informed me in jest that a cup of coffee at Starbucks was $ 2 while the farmers here were not getting even a dollar for kilogram of cherry. I boycotted coffee too, not sure how that was going to make farmers get better prices.

Around the same time I read about farm to fork. A campaign to ensure that what is eaten is produced without harming the environment, and all those in the production chain are adequately rewarded. My farm to fork campaign involved creating a lot of fuss whenever I went to buy greens, fruits or sometimes even eat in a hotel. Of course few in this country have the patience for such fuss. So I relented. But to compensate for the guilt I  felt for failing to trace the food I ate from the farm to the fork, I decided to recycle polythene bags in a big way; carrying my own papers even when going shopping in supermarkets.

Well the first protest lasted only a few months. The fire ebbed because I could not see the reward of my protest, and well I missed tea. Lets not talk about principles. But I still wanted to change the world. I still wanted to be a rebel of some kind. Thus after some few months I decided to take on the sex cause. As a woman I felt I needed to do something about our lot. I reasoned there were two ways to go about in approaching sex as a cause. One was to campaign against the portrayal of women as sex objects. And two was to empower women sexually almost literally; women to use sex as a weapon. There were already people doing the former so I settled on the latter. My mantra was simple: If a woman was to have sex with a man she should not only get the pleasure but also some material gain. The challenge was how to communicate the message without sounding a sort of desperado. And well we were in university where sex just for the kick was part of the experience. The idea became a cropper. But to make up for my failure I vowed not to have sex with men and engaged in a lesbian affair.

All this came to mind yesterday when in the process of doing something else I saw  my university notebook that I used to plan my causes. I had even toyed with some slogans for the sex cause. When I read them now they seem a joke:  A condom & a cent. V for Value.  Dont just open your legs: Open your bag. You make a weapon everytime you part your legs.  Sex is power.  Then there was the classical : Women of the world unite, you got nothing to lose other than your..... . I could no come up with a punchy phrase to capture what I intened then.

So much has changed in the world  and in me since then. At the moment I have a different opinion about that sex is power cause, and I am not sure I would advocate for it. But thinking of it on a lighter note and in light of how I earn my living, I didn't sell out. I am leading from the front. I am one of those rare hands on rebel leaders. ;)

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