We meet Daisy a girl who believes in charms,she has a string tied on her waist to lure clients and keep them. Her bed is smeared with a strange ointment from Pemba she says. Hers is a sacred ritual, she evokes the spirits and ties down any man that goes between her legs. A graduate of Economics from The University of Nairobi, Dorcas says that she cannot seek formal employment. "I don't want to slave for anyone,I make a lot of money here and I have a steady supply of patrons" She started her trade in the prestigious Koinange street while a second year at the UON. she was pushed out of the market by competition and that's when she went down to Jerry's bar,a home away from home.
We also get to meet Lindsy,she looks like your typical chuch singer. Her robes are long,taunting but not revealing. She is soft spoken,intelligent but a vicious tigress lies beneath all this. She is a 3rd year student at the Nairobi aviation from a well to do family. She is here because of her insatiable urge,a beast inside her. Viola reveals to us the three categories that are found here.
1. The money hungry lot. This ones rob the clients, they are here to make end meets. They hide under beds and seats,they don't compromise on payment. This are the P.A.Y.E (Pay As You Eat) it is said that they are hardcore call girls willing to do anything. Men whose egos have been damaged pay them to repair the same. You pay 300 shillings for them to scream and shout your name during the session,and ooooh boy they can really make the world believe that you are a bull. Touching other parts of their bodies is also chargeable.
2. The fun girls. Mostly from a stable family with a steady boyfriend, they are not here for the money. They are choosy and specific on what they want. This group of girls have an urge inside them,call it fetish behavior. They like rough and dirty.
3. The exclusives. This ones serve the high end clientele. They are confined to specific areas of the lounge. No transaction is made using cash. They are booked in advance and services are charged per hour. They are clean and mostly are attended to by a doctor every Sunday morning.
It's almost midnight the rain is still pounding when we resume our seats,we are forced to discard our earlier drinks for security reason. Viola assures us that by now the drinks have been tampered with by now. We order a fresh round and sip silently trying to understand what goes on here. "How do you account for the day's earnings?" I ask. Viola is silent for a moment before pointing at a dark corner.
For the 1st time we notice a fat lady,slouched in the corner. "We pay her 100 shillings for every client. The money is used to bail us out incase the police conduct a raid here which rarely happens. We compare the amount remitted to her and multiply by our specific rates." A girl walks towards us,she whispers to Viola something then turns away. Viola turns to us and says " My client is here,I will be back after an hour. Don't kiss any girl or shake their hands" as she walks away Gadafi manages to shout "why?" She ignores the question. Briefly stops at the door and shouts "wait until I return " before she is swallowed by the dark corridor. The rain picks up CLAP!! Lightening then thunder roars. The lights falter,the rain rumbles ......