In the last few years, a number of women, under completely different and unrelated circumstances have told me, from time to time, they have gone to high end restaurants to try and get a ‘high value men’. High value man here means just any middle-aged corporate executive, government official or watu wa Kemikali.
I am not talking about commercial sex workers. I am talking about your average, educated, sassy, corporate(working, sometimes not working) woman who wakes up, showers, and dresses in a very suggestive way(good enough to be lady-like, provocative enough to send a message) and goes out to hang out in Kempski with the singular goal of attracting a man.
They get there, order their wine and mind their business until a man shows up.
Half them have nabbed some of the most powerful men in the country and went on to have short-lived relationships.
If this confession never came from such women, I never would have guessed it or believed it.
The Ekegusii word for commercial sex worker literally translates to ‘a timer’. As in one who times for something like a hawk times and grabs your chicks.
Nairobi is an interesting city.
