It was exactly 10:16 when I alighted in Nakuru town. I was headed to Eldoret from Nairobi.
Usually, I board a North Rift shuttle express from Nairobi to Eldoret. However, on this day, I was at Nyamakima and decided to take a Mololine 14-seater to Nakuru and then take another one to Eldoret.
But later, I came to think the devil was in the works. Just as we left the city after a security check at the central police station, we got stuck into traffic.
We got stuck into this fucking traffic all the way to a place called Rironi, or something like that along the Nairobi-Nakuru highway.
This is the reason darkness found me in Nakuru.It was late and there were no mats to Eldoret.It was now around 11pm when it dawned on me that I will spend in Nakuru.
I asked around for an M-pesa as the town was quietly sleeping.I tout showed me towards a busy street that was still alive.
That is how I met a young woman. To be honest, I am used to sex workers who dress suggestively and I did not know Nakuru hookers dress like mother union members.
But Nakuru sex workers are not that bad. I spent the night with this girl, and she opened a lot on me.
“Some of us just found ourselves in the streets. We have inner pains that no one can understand,” she told me.
She was gentle, wifey and treated me like a husband. She was frank to tell me she had only slept with two other men that night, a young man who did not last for five minutes and police officer who demanded free sex in exchange for ‘protection’.
The girl regaled me overnight with tales of sexual wits you need to survive in the dark alleys.
It has really changed my perspective on flesh peddlers!
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This story was narrated to this writer by a Mr James. He prefers his other name to remain anonymous.