A Kenyan Woman's Account; Caught in The Act (PART I)
Well, it's Friday, no need to PG rate anything. I have a pretty steamy tale for y'all, come one, come all and here it goes.
The Night Crawlers of Koinange Street
It is a downright cold day, over lunch hour I went over to The Junction. There goes this lady in the shortest of dresses I have ever seen and I can't help but wonder isn't she feeling cold? I have worn my share of below the ankle dresses which still got me mistaken for a wera girl. Being a Thursday, let me take you down memory lane with me to revisit a few of my past encounters with Nairobi's 'ladies of the night.'
Of Kenyan Men, Their Big, Flashy Cars and Small Egos
So he drove by past me in his German machine, at neck speed. Yes, he did! He slowed down just to see if possibly I would flag him down to ask for a lift, but hell no there's no way I'm going back into that cycle again. I'm getting ahead of myself, let me go back to when I first got acquainted with this German machine. It was a particularly cold morning in early December 2014. Here I was new to what has become my dream home, but also the start of a loudly boring life. Things would change momentarily when I met Michael and his sleek Mercedes E230 CGI.
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