Several moons ago, The Great University of the green city in the sun deemed it fit to favour me with an admission to pursue one of its numerous courses so that I can gain skills for building this great nation of ours.
I heeded their call and brought myself ready to learn every skill they wanted to impart on me.
In my migration, I ensured that I left the village to the villagers as I was sure I would in no time polish the little town skills I had learned from some fellows called Ludlum, Grisham, Sheldon among others in their fictional works.
Fast forward, I made several friends in campus, with one being a certain shagzmondoz who had had proper sight of the city lights way before I did as he was studying some funny course in one of the city colleges.
One Friday evening, we decided to hit the famed city for an evening of fun… Binge drinking at some shacks just next to an old school broadcasting house and a stone throw from our dear University. With Kshs. 200.00, we managed to bribe our way into that compound which was said to be a leisure place belonging to one of the units of our security forces and also buy ourselves 4 hot pilsners each, with the same kshs.200. Life was cheap. We partnered with some other friends we met there so that at we could carry the crate with us and sit on some stones outside as the canteen was already full as at that time- 4pm
We beat stories of giant as we enjoyed our hot beer, which was getting colder as the hours passed.
Within no time, the clock struck 7pm and the owners the place started asking everyone to finish up and leave as our purchased time was up.
We took our final gulps and decided to hit the city proper AKA CBD. We noisily staggered to a joint that was along Kimathi street and bought a chilled bottle of pilsner each. We sipped on the drink as we danced to the music of the relatively empty club.
After about an hour or so, my good friend thought that he could get better fun elsewhere. It is then that he asked me to accompany him downtown as he wanted to run an errand before it gets late. Though I was not quite amused to leave the club which had by now started filling up with some nice looking girls, I agreed to accompany him to his shughulis.
Once outside, we took a few corners here and there before we started descending along the street that I would later buy my first Radio.
On the way, I saw several women in minis beckoning at us. My friend wasted no time in informing me that he had decided to show me some fun. All this was said as he patted the protruding behind of a seemingly very willing mini skirt wearer and at the same time engaging in some light banter with her.
He informed her anafika hivi akirudi so ampate hapo- he told me that is how he dismisses those that he doesn’t want. We continued our walk down the street as I stared from side to side now unsure of my decision to accompany him. Before I even had a chance to decide what I wanted to do, he promptly informed me that we had reached (our) destination. We took a long flight of some stairs which seemed unending at the time. Just after the first landing, I was shocked to see a woman possibly twice my age wearing only a bra less top and a pantie happily welcoming us. In his now usual characteristic manner, my friend gave her a pat on her nether and we proceeded to climb the stairs. We left her there with a few others of her bad kind.
On the second landing, we came face to face with another woman now only wearing a top. She seemed to be airing her goods as she welcomed us by placing her big leg on the stair case rail. This, I had never seen. My friend seemed to have reached his final destination. Both of his hands now found something to do. He pulled her towards a window/ counter and I saw money leave his wallet. Without any ceremony whatsoever, I was left stranded at the corridor of the place I had just known. I tried following him into the room I saw him enter while calling him to give me further guidance. My worry was how I would get back to civilization alone as it seemed he had decided to spend the night in this place. He only popped out his head and told me he won’t be long, that I just hang around. I heeded his words as I saw and heard the door shut and a bed ram on it before I heard it start squeaking shortly after. I was now confused. Totally confused. This was happening fast. I stayed. I had to, as the streets are dangerous to lone walkers.
One of the hostesses saw my confusion and decided to herself that I could use some company. She joined my spot and immediately introduced herself by tapping on my manhood. She proceeded to fondle it without any consultation. As they say, this equipment which makes us men, usually has a mind of its own. At that time, it thought to itself that it should stretch to ease off the stress on my main head. All and sundry could now see what was happening to my mid section as I was in a fitting trouser hence no room for hiding it’s manner less self.
This seemed to excite my uninvited company and her colleagues who wasted no time in shouting to me and her to immediately do justice to my stick, as they said that it would not only tear my trouser but also soil it. I don’t like dirt nor torn clothes.
But I was confused. I had never slept with a hooker. Would today be the day I start?
I didn’t seem to get a clear answer due to the five beers in my young mind and the constant creaking of my friend’s bed.
She continued to grope and fondle. It continued to grow. To hell.
“unatakaje?” I asked.
“soo moja yangu na moja ya room. Watatupa CD” she said.
“okay” I said
Deal sealed.
She led me to the window/ counter and stretched her hand to me.
“leta soo ya room” she said
I gave her. She paid. She pulled me to a room far away from my friend.
Just as we were entering, I saw my friend coming out with joy allover his face. He shouted to me that he was done and he would wait for me.
I managed a smile knowing that he would watch over me.
I knew I would be safe but was I?