No one ever wakes up with the intention of selling their body. It’s a matter of sustenance for most of us. However, living is not the same as surviving, and Koinange Street gradually sapped my vitality. Shiko is my name. Even though I’m now 26, my Koinange journey started when I was just 19. My family had already given up on me. I was only out of high school, and I had no money for college. Poverty is not tolerated in Nairobi.
Predators can smell your hopelessness like blood in water if you’re a lovely girl with no qualifications. A buddy was the first to do it. She always wore nice clothes and had money for things I could only imagine. She asked me out one evening. A few males were introduced to us. Old, wealthy, and inebriated. That evening, I did not return home. I was in the game in an instant. To read more click here.
