The goods have gathered dust from being on the shelves for too long. Poor guidance, ignorance or uncertainty has made most girls to be shop-soiled.

Education is both a blessing and a curse.
Most of the social evils arise from the so called ‘western civilization’. They say knowledge is power, but it only depends with the kind of knowledge. Why a harsh tone? Lemme start from the beginning.

I was recently contacted by an old high school ‘buddy’ let’s call her Jane, apparently she had a deal that would give me 50k. Hearing that huge amount of money my interest grew. She had rich clients aged between 27 and 35 both white and black, who could pay between 50k to 100k just to be entertained by ladies between 19-25 years.
I quickly asked what she meant by ‘entertained’.
The already known reply; sexual Intercourse.
All payments are made before anything happens. The deal was to take 4 hours. She must have said that to sweeten the deal. I politely replied that having sexual Intercourse with a total stranger isn’t my cup of tea. My friend is a law student at Nairobi University.

Why did I say no?

First of all, Jane asking me to be an escort was degrading. Period.

How do I even look at the so called ‘client’? Do we talk first. Or just get into business.

Or we start by giving names. Do you even say real names? Is it even safe?

This is a total stranger, my mum warned me about strangers. Apparently it’s a business that is booming. The target are campus ladies. A lady is contacted given a ‘job’ description then a meeting is arranged between the ‘client’ and ‘escorts’. Money has enslaved a lot of girls. Sometimes I wonder if we are working for ourselves or against ourselves.

First it was sponsors, when getting the sponsors get difficult an agency is formed. Just how low are ladies willing to go.

With this kind of trend, I fear for the worst. What happened to pride. What happened to hard work pays? What happened to big dreams? What happened to being a ‘boss lady’ and ‘miss independent’? Our new age definition of a boss lady is a lady with big butt, who makes all the men in a room go googly eyed. Women who are paid good money for sexual favors. Where is our morals. We are hardened to the core. We don’t care if the men are married. We don’t care if we are a source of a fellow woman’s sadness. So long as at the end of the day we get paid.

Every time I see a lady with a bright future and good brains fall in the trap of an illusion of a good life, I feel sad. Have we no souls? We sell our conscious, we sell our souls, we sell our bodies. We happily put a price on our own heads. Unfortunately, most women have a price tag. That is the truth that men have to deal with. Money always seem to get the better part of us. What surprises me is that most of these ladies don’t even come from poverty stricken back grounds.

Campus is where you lose or find yourself. It’s a jungle out here. Female students are prey to a lot of hunters. The male students are no different, but that’s a story for another day.  Let’s not give in to life’s vanities. Let’s not destroy our souls for a few shillings. Let’s stop acting like starving people and think long and hard about life.

We are in University let’s start acting like it. Let’s stop acting like goods that can be easily sold and bought for a few shillings. Let’s walk with pride, with heads held high. Let’s work hard and be proud of the fruits of our labour. Let’s not be a ‘rich’ man’s slave or form of entertainment. Sometimes we think we run the game but in real sense we look like fools. Sometimes what we do to look ‘cool’ brings out the opposite of the desired effect.

If we depend too much on our physical appearance, then I wonder how we will cope when we get old and wrinkled. Beauty has an expiry date. Just as we can’t cheat death, we also can’t get away with a lifetime of doing wrong. Let’s learn to see the bigger picture. One day our every action will catch up with us, unfortunately it will be too late.





The never ending thought of what is going through her head was now burning at the back of my mind. I could not afford to tell her the truth, I could not let her find out the whole story. I already knew she found one of the receipts in my pocket,and that had made her much more suspicious and I now had to watch every step I was taking.

I had also clearly explained to Maria that under no circumstance was my fiance to find out what we were doing. The house was perfect according to Maria and she added that anyone who laid eyes on it would immediately fall in love with it .

Everything was just as she would want it.Persian curtains, Turkish rags,maroon, as that was her favourite color, mable island in the kitchen, Olympic-size swimming pool and crimson-tiled  bathroom floor.

Every detail just as she wanted it.

As I was going through the final details of the house with my assistant and ensuring everything would be as Susan, my wife would have wanted it. I get a phone call from my penthouse security informing me that my Susan is on the ledge ready to jump.

On my arrival she insists that she will only step down if I came clean on all the secrecy I have had with my assistant.

What I thought would be a perfect birthday gift had just turned into a cause for suicide, I explained it all to her and as i walked to help her down from the ledge she tripped pulling me with her .

I was happy to be falling with the one I had fallen for but over a gift she never even opened .