Nairobi Prostitutes sure are funny

I am a Kenyan fro rural Kenya who ones in while likes visiting Nairobi. Nairobi is big, disorienting and brings out the worst in us shags mundurians. So last weekend I hook up with a buddy of mine from shags. He is in a celebratory mood after getting his first real job, this is after prusshing Nairobi Streets with his shoes for a while.

He is well acquainted with Nairobi, I am the blind mice following the mono eyed mice. He takes me to a club on Duruma Road, now this club does’nt close its doors. We while our MiTuskers as we talk and all the while there is a whore siiting next to our table, she chews Muguka like a goat and then turns to our table and says “mimi naitwa Jesse uko na ten Bob unisaidie ninue soda. So we give her 10 bob and she recluses back to her muguka, we while our mituskers we want to talk with Jesse we make a cat call, she doe’snt even look back. Ain’t my ten bob worth a look our way? I wonder. Then in comes a guy he is deaf and Jesse hurriedly pulls a chair for him and then they start discussing coitus in sign language, she laughs and the guy keeps the drinks coming. Apparently she knows where her bread is buttered most.