The Prostitute In Me

As he touched my hand, I pulled it away. The man was fat. His belly had made the corruption curve as if he was eighteen months pregnant oooh, it was terrible. He touched my waist as I withdrew, he realised I was new. My body was shaking. I cannot deny I wanted the money though I was timorous. He pushed me away and drew back. I did not want to disappoint Bella for she would not connect me again. I also enjoyed outings.

I started doing my job of caressing him slowly till sleep stole him. He was like I did not know what to do. He admitted I was still innocent. He pulled me to another room. Now I could clearly see him. He was a giant. So tall and fat. He was about 6.3 feet tall. I feared him. We moved to the V.I.P section and sat. He started talking to me. He complained that I wasted his time and never did what he expected. I wanted to ask him what he expected but hesitated for Bella would be mad.

We moved out to the nearby hotel. I asked for chips and chicken, oh I was the first lady. He then drove me to the supermarket where I shopped whatever I wanted. This man was so cunning that he kept distance between us. I started feeling safe with him as he drove me to my hostel. This time I sat in front. My dream of being boss lady had come to pass. He pulled out his business card and took it back. He finally wrote his cell phone number on the fifty-thousand-shilling note which I grabbed like a scavenger. He was so gentle.

He finally pulled out a bundle of money. Wow, it was of big denominations only. He told me count any amount I wanted. I looked at him. One heart was telling me to take it all, another one said it would look bad. I remembered I had not served him well, then the shopping, I picked a hundred thousand shillings only. He smiled at me. He told me to pick again. I kept picking a hundred thousand shillings as he kept laughing. In sum total, I hooked up with six hundred thousand shillings. I swear I had never touched this money.

It was too much for me. I was so excited but afraid deep inside me. When he left, I sent him a text message thanking him. Actually I was not thanking him, I wanted him to get my contact. He immediately called and said it was nothing. By the time May and Bella came back, I was in Gaia enjoying. They were overwhelmed that the guy never touched me yet he had almost strangled Liz a week earlier. Liz had refused to surrender to him after paying her then abused him that he was too old for young girls. This same man beat up her safe in the hands of the bouncers. She spent a full week indoor. When Liz never went back, it was understandable. Maybe I was lucky.

Outings became daily meals. At times we could miss lectures having fun. I cannot tell whether we were excited or following the footsteps of our predecessors. Was it because we were highly protected from home to high school that at campus we were free and no monitoring? I remember my mother slapping the kombi chauffeur for picking me late from the kindergarten. She was so bitter that I could get lost. She immediately threw me to a girls' boarding school for primary education. There I grew up fearing boys. In secondary school, my performance could not meet the required cut-off points to my dream Catholic school.

However, I managed to enter the best performing school in both academics and sports in the country. We had some good time there. Coupling was not allowed. Parties were like funerals. Party wears prohibited and could only style our bedsheets, and knickers to change from the legal yellow casual wear. One day we extended one week after closure of the term. It was called term X. I took myself home. This was the day I saw the wrath of my mother. She gave me a number of slaps blaming me for not calling her to pick me. She was so mad, quarrelling while looking at my skirt.

She pretended that what if I got lost. I only came to realise her point when she stormed the school. She quarrelled like nothing shouting at the deputy head teacher that what if I was kidnapped or rapped. She added that form six was so sensitive to let a girl of my age move alone. The deputy looked with consent, I felt ashamed for sure. This woman could not even let me go to the market alone. She never allowed me cross the road that I would be knocked. I hated her over pampering. My cousin always made fun of me. He had started bringing people from the village to the capital at the age of five. What I know Owen was so brilliant. This was the same to my friends. Their parents spoiled them in the umbrella of protection. Where were they? We were then on our own. Yes, they could clear bills but too insufficient to sustain our lifestyle.

I wonder my mother could tell friends that they were paying a half a million shillings for my hostel, send me weekly upkeep of a hundred thousand shillings. Hahaha this was interesting. Her friends were proud of her. She would brag like a Royal noble. My second year was not like that. I had left the hostel mother knew to a first class one of one million shillings. The one hundred thousand shillings she used to talk about was my daily expenditure.

My life with Dick continued smoothly. He made me forget Med. He continued taking me to beach every weekend. This time I could sit in front while companions including Bella at times sat behind. I had forgotten about studies. This is how I came to miss a test which meant a retake. We had gone for a trip to South Africa. It was real fun. I started to feel guilty. Dick was not handsome at all. Really he was so ugly and sickening, I never liked him though wanted his money. Time came when I wanted to detach myself from him after the trip.

I had met Olivier at Cape town. He was a Ugandan working there. He was so handsome and fell for him at first sight. He was a bit younger and muscular. He was our tour guide while there. Olivier gave me his contact and promised to meet in Kampala very soon. Dick calmly kept sending me money endlessly even though my ways towards him had terribly changed. I would back at him like a dog that had noticed a robber. At times, he could call while with my friends, pick up, put on loud speaker, throw the cell phone one the bed and keep jazzing.

We could surely laugh at him as he pleaded for my love. One day, I was totally penniless, and went to his apartment, I had been there before. Dick had money. He always had it at disposal. Me wanted to pay Arnold complete my coursework, then buy May a new laptop I had lost during the strike when I went to Calvins room who stayed in one of the University halls. Many students had stormed his room while running away from the teargas, on the turn, it was nowhere to be seen.