A long, long time ago when most of you were studying for KCPE, it was our routine ( when funds became available) to go to some dingy bar in a side street between archives and tea room, to drink murats in colourful plastic mugs. You rich, spoilt embryos drink alcohol that is contained in bottles with labels. After ratification, we would go to Three Eden (I don't know why we called it that name) to browse through merchandise. Different floors had different grades of hoes and we would work our way to the top just to see Amina. She was the most beautiful ho in Kenya and it was rumoured that if she squatted over a basin, her cat could suck a full glass of water and then spit it out. Many plots of land, cars and salaries were wasted on her. Of course none of us could afford her fee so we just wandered around shyly, hoping to see her so we could copy paste her face on the cheaper rides we could afford (they were on the lowest floor). If she saw our broke faces, she would sneer like she had seen beggars with leprosy. Times were hard. A few years ago, I was drinking with some old friends at Simmers, casually looking at the hoes busily fishing for customers. An ugly, old, smelly creature chewing miraa with dirty faded clothes came and sat at our table, demanding we buy her a drink. I was annoyed and chased her away. She left while muttering abuse quietly and went to stand by the guy selling smokies. My friend asked me - kwani hujui huyo ni nani ? No, I said. Si ni Amina, ule wa Three Eden. Alikuwa mrembo sana lakini aliisha kabisa. I don't know if this was the one and only Amina but I learnt something very valuable that day. Never fear any punani. Even the tightest one will lose grip eventually. If the guys who were selling plots to pay for her services saw her now, they would slap themselves. Lesson: Never pay above market value for punani. It's not worth it !