I used to sleep with five men daily - former sex worker
Posted Sunday, November 3 2013 at 00:00
After selling her body on the streets for 13 years, “Edith” could no longer live through another day of being groped by a stranger in exchange for money.
This is one of the most harrowing tales of a 28-year-old former sex worker. At 15, Edith (not real name) hit the road after the death of her father in 1999, leaving five of them in the care of their stepmother in a rented house in Kisaasi, a Kampala suburb.
Her mother had earlier left her marital home after a disagreement with her father and to date, Edith does not know her whereabouts.
“My parents separated after a disagreement and dad married another woman. I do not know where my mother is.”
There was no money for Edith to continue with studies and she dropped out of school in Senior Two. The step-mother did not have a stable income to look after all of them. Each child had to find means of survival.
Left to fend for herself, the 15-year-old went to live with Jane, a friend in Kawempe. This friend was studying and renting a room near her school- because her home was far.
In the neighbourhood, there were girls who would go for karaoke everyday at Miami Bar, Kawempe and sometimes would go dancing at Club Silk. Because Edith needed money for upkeep, she started escorting them. It was from this that she was lured into sex for money.
One day, Jane took me along to the bar. She introduced to me a tall dark-skinned man. He reeked of whisky and told me order for a snack.”
“We did not talk much. After my snack, he suggested that we leave for a more private place since the music was deafening.”
Edith first excused herself to go and talk to Jane. “He is such a good man. He will even give you some money for our survival, just go Edith!” Jane said.
The man walked Edith to a small room. Suddenly, he undressed her. The warm guy had changed faces.
“He held me close. I could not scream because this was Jane’s “good” friend, I felt tense and rigid.”
I felt unbearable pain in my private parts. Thereafter he handed me a Shs20,000-note asking me to vanish.” Edith got dizzy and walked with difficulty but thanks to Jane who seems to have been waiting, they took a boda boda home. “Edith, sorry I did not tell you about the rates. But always charge as much as we can use for upkeep!” This opened Edith’s eyes to the world’s oldest profession.
Henceforth, I tagged along to make an extra buck.
Relocation and new team
According to her, because they were young sex workers, police threatened to close the bar. But the management decided to chase Edith and friends away. They then relocated to Ntinda.
This time they found a group of elderly women who promised to help them get better livelihood if they co-operated. Their work station was going to be Kisenyi. The “boss” as she constantly refers to her had a group of 12 girls.