The other day, as I was heading to Church I came across this street child and he said,”help me out by buying these sweets for five shillings only. ” I gave him one hundred shilling note and told him, “this is for you, it’s not for the sweets,take it home. ” The kid looked straight into my eyes and smiled and said, ” thank you,so much.”
This left me wondering and it made me feel a different form of positive energy. It made me feel different and I couldn’t help but wonder what really had happened whether it was blessings from the almighty or the act of helping someone in need made me feel the way I felt.
Later that day as I was heading home from the Sunday church service, I decided to take another street from the usual one that I usually take while heading home. It was around 7pm and darkness had filled the entire town making it hard for one to have a grasp of vision. After a few metres, I came across this street where it wasn’t well lit but atleast from a far distance I could see girls dressed in mini skirts that set all their merchandise out for the buyers who are the public.
I had this hunch of going to talk to one of the ladies. She was of light skin complexion with long hair that cascaded down her back. Her hips were well curved and she was hot, atleast that’s how I saw her. After a few minutes of having an inter personal argument with my inner self, I decided to head straight to where she sat. When I came close and she spotted me, she smiled and asked, “can we go? For only 200 Kenyan shillings? ” And without a deep and critical thought, I said yes.I couldn’t help it because she had already had her hands all over me and this made me so weak that a No from me was impossible maybe if I was a heavenly god.
She grabbed my hand and led to me across a fairly lit lane which was filled with nude women selling their “merchandise.”
After a few metres, we took a staircase that led us through a bar and finally into a hotel room( a brothel I suppose). She paid 100 shillings to an old woman who was keen no one would pass there without making the payment.
She opened the door and led me into the room after which she started undressing. When she was mid-way, I asked, “why do you do this to yourself?” She was at first shocked and she stared at me for around 50 seconds and she said, “look straight into the corner past the handbag and see,” she pointed at the corner and I saw a packet of milk , sugar one kilogramme and a loaf of bread. Seeing this, I told her to dress up and to sit on the other side of the bed because I wasn’t going to pay her for her body but I will pay her for her time.
She stared at me and did as I said. I could see in her the bravery she had and she did what she did for her only son. She did that to put a smile on his face and to make him believe that his momma was her queen. After her captivating story, I gave her the payment we had agreed on and she led me out of the room to a much safer place before we parted ways.
We might always condemn their choices of hustle but maybe after understand why they do what they do, it might change our perspective about them. She was a stray Lioness!