This is for men who love picking pr0’stitu’tes from Nairobi streets, Be Warned.
NB; this is unedited (It’s from a witness account)
On hitting Argwings Kodhek road, he slowed his car to avoid knocking down the bevy of tw1’light girls who surrounded his car, flagging him down, and noisily offering him c@r’nal pl3asures at great rates. He took a quick one over and decided there was nothing on offer that was exciting as he slowly released his clutch and brake pedals.
“Kwani ulikua unatakaje?” one of them asked, sensing his disappointment. He paused briefly then in a drunken slur replied “nataka kubwa nyeupe”
Shiro Kuja hapa!” she hollered.
The girls made way for the said Shiro, who strutted in dramatically in very high heels and a dress that looked like it would rip at the seams any minute. She indeed fitted the product specifications.
“Unaonaje huyu?” enquired the self proclaimed sales lady.
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