This And That

Nairobi exotic diary

Well, it’s been ages since I said a thing or two about the comments here. I will do it today now that my computer is still being repaired & with it stories I had planned to post. So I will answer a few questions, say something about others, and highlight some interesting ones.

For how long does a prostitute remain fresh on the street? What’s the optimal duration before she starts losing her appeal?  From my own experience, I started feeling stale after a year. A spark was gone. Perhaps because within a year I felt the street had validated me. I got the T-shirt. After a year I started getting occasional lapses in terms of makeup, dressing and the morale to go to the streets. So what will happen if I stay on the streets for five years? In Episode 8: In Five Years Time an Anonymous crudely & perhaps rightfully so tried to capture how I would look after  five years on the street look:

...The thing about those prostitutes who have been on the streets for 5yrs is that it shows on their faces, kind of like the hard rough hands of a construction worker. They have experienced all kinds of shit, from the abuse of kanjo (City Council) who haul them onto the lorry for a free quickie to the mean bastard who picks them up and doesn’t pay me. Yes their pain is evident on their faces, their disgust, hate and rage. There isn’t any new line they can buy except to tell the men who pick them up…ripa mbere ya kura…March 4, 2011 3:47 AM
 I will not allow myself to get to that.

In Episode 11: Of coming Out Of The Closet I talked about the pressure to come out in the open and my reluctance to do so. Well, nothing much has changed regarding this. But I have met quite several people through this blog. As much as people promise not to stare at me as if I’m from Hell, or create a fuss, somehow they end up doing it. One person kept looking at me from head to toe despite us being seated in a restaurant. Another kept asking me if I was full as if she thought I was starving. A man was excited, overwhelmed, shocked, or intimidated and could not construct a logical sentence. Then there was the lady who had promised to meet me alone but came with a whole bunch of friends who sat a table away and tried to photograph me secretly. It’s all hilarious, but nowadays more than ever I am hesitant to meet anyone. However, I am coming out in the open in other ways. With a podcast, I will make my voice known. I am betting no one can identify me from the way I speak.

That said in a comment on the same episode Gwen asked ...”Do you want to grow into the profession or something else entirely?… Do you ever get female clients?..”  To grow in the profession entirely I would need to re-launch myself every year. In the long run, I will naturally fade so for now I am content with building a brand before I finalize my exit plan. As for female clients, those are few and far. The mechanisms of girl-on-girl sex make picking a prostitute as a partner not the best of options. But yes there are still female clients, one of them notorious.

In the episode, Wanja asked if Cheupe for real. Cheupe is the girl who came up with the idea of urinating in the city council vehicle. In my article in last month’s UP magazine, I told of how she sold me fake sedatives. Of course, it has an editorial touch.

Episode 14 was titled; Why I Chose the Street. A quick clarification the episode was not about why I chose to become a prostitute but why I decided to go to Koinange Street instead of being in some bar or brothel. Having confessed to spending some time at Sabina Joy, the notorious downtown bar cum brothel some I lost the respect of some people.

Wonderman said:

 ...At first I’d entertained the thought of sleeping with a prostitute (you basically) but when I think clearly, I know as you mentioned earlier in your blog-you got no conscience, and then it would be meaningless. Now you mention you’ve been to SJ? Damn!! You’re cut from the same cloth as all you night girls…”

And if you wonder why Wonderman will not sleep with me, a girl who has been to the SJ some Anonymous provided an answer which is a stereotype of what people think of Sabina Joy:

.…Those whores at SJ have stinking pussies..I doubt if they ever shower. I once took one home and when she unleashed her torn panty the smell that came out made me a celibate for the next two months…YIEW!!!What happens to some women down there. I imagine I know enough chicas who do not smell at all….but some, they smell like a rotten mouse… February 4, 2011 8:56 AM

I admit the SJ is in a class of its own when it comes to the girls and patrons. It has, successfully, branded itself as the number-one destination for cheap rough & sweaty sex. Sex characterized by ambitions of sensuality that are never actualized. But personal hygiene is a girl’s responsibility. True there are some, who are not the cleanest, but there are many who maintain a level of decency & care about how they look and smell. And then men talk and girls listen. If you take time to sit and have a beer rather than rush for a short time, you will know who to pick or avoid.

But not everyone thinks girls who have been to the SJ are bad going with a question by Anonymous:

Will you marry me?  February 21, 2011 2:57 PM

 I will if you won’t seek to tame me.

In Part 2 of Episode 14, where I mentioned about writing for UP magazine, an Anonymous asked:
.. Just out of curiosity if you are writing on magazine like UP, ain’t you being paid enough to get of dangerous street well unless sex is your thing (addiction)
    February 7, 2011 3:34 PM

No, I am not addicted to sex. Indeed if a girl got into prostitution to satisfy a sex addiction she would be disappointed because there are many instances where the sex is not available and less than satisfying when you get it.

Another Anonymous made a very critical observation…

.…Its a mysterious world for some of us with boring routine lives and 8 to 5 desk jobs and weekends spent in front of the TV. Please try to be more vivid in you descriptions of your colleagues, encounters, the watchmen and bouncers etc. I’m curious to know the nature of these men. What state of mind is a man when he picks you up? Do you ever talk? You also haven’t answered yet why you chose the street. I’m also curious about your childhood and how you lost your virginity. What course did you do in college? Are your parents poor? Have you ever been in love? Do prostitutes get pregnant from their client or what do you do about birth control and how do you deal with STDs?

Quite some questions. I am a little hesitant in giving vivid descriptions of people or circumstances because if I did the posts would be too long and you won’t have the patience to read. I read blog posts should be short and not as long as this one. The day I make enough money to take a three months or so retreat from the city, and learn a thing or two about writing, then I will do a book, and give much of the detail that I skim through. For now, I have to keep doing quick posts. I have answered some of the queries in subsequent posts. As to whether my parents are poor, no they are not. And yes I have been in love. Also yes prostitutes do get pregnant from their clients.

Now some quick answers to a few questions that have flowed in through comments, Twitter, Facebook, and Email.

Tamaku:  No iPod to listen to while client huffs away???!

And what will I be listening to? Sexual Healing? But no music during sex, I need to show the man his huffs and heavy breathing are the best music I have ever listened to.

Anonymous: At what age did you lose your virginity?

16 years

Anonymous: Have you experienced any form of bestiality:

A: Yes of the handcuffs variety

Anonymous: Have you ever stolen from a client?


I will write more soon…

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