SEX AND A KENYAN CITY
Fifteen years ago, personals in Kenya were limited to searches for pen pals of around the same age, living in different towns, usually of the same sex. Little boys and girls wanted to write and receive letters from other little boys and girls about their pets, their favourite foods, what they learnt in school and their hobbies. That was a time when sex outside of marriage was abhorred and the discovery of a minister’s love child was newsworthy.
I was reading through the Personals yesterday and came across an advertisement by a man in his forties, married with children, who was looking for a woman in her twenties with whom he could “share a secret love story”. This got me thinking about Kenya. It is shocking how casual we have become about sex. Not only about having it, but also as regards talking about it and flaunting it. It is after all an expression of what comes naturally and if we’re all doing it and know that we’re all doing it, why not share notes about when, where, with whom and how we are doing it? We go on and on about it on morning radio shows, sharing intimate details about our sex lives with millions of people as we’re egged on by radio presenters, we write about it in newspapers and magazines; we publish pornographic magazines and sell them to children on the streets. It has become so ridiculous that we now compete to share a more erotic story than the next person.
Now sex is not limited to our bedrooms. We have sex in parking lots, in club loos, at sports grounds, in our offices, in secondary schools. All we need to have sex now is at least one other person (we prefer more) who is willing to do it. Rooms and beds are now irrelevant details.
Bed and breakfasts no longer rely solely on business men and women in from out of town, or tourists. A lot of money is to be made from couples in clandestine relationships looking to rent day rooms for their sexual escapades. Sex is the new lunch. Incidentally, this is probably the reason why parking lots of hotels are full with only a handful of patrons within sight.
Married men have girlfriends, married women have boyfriends, boys’ girlfriends have boyfriends and girls’ boyfriends have girlfriends. We have friends with benefits. Simply put, we are an overly friendly society that has a lot of sex.
Sex has been cheapened. We condone sex outside marriage. We couldn’t care less if it happened. It is after all, just sex. If your partner cheated on you, forgive them. It was after all, just sex. Having sex is one of those things we discuss over a cigarette much like we would discuss the traffic this morning on Mombasa road. Talking about sex is a marketing tool to sell everything from a radio station to chicken. Sleeping around is not even as disgusting as chewing gum. We have said good bye to the spirituality of sex and along with it, the sanctity of marriage.
Incidentally, what is all the hullaballoo about sex education when our children are surrounded by sex anyway? We might as well resign ourselves to delivering the information to them in a structured manner. In fact, the idea of learning about sex will likely give you their undivided, attention on a sunny Friday afternoon.
As I wallow in this cesspool of lewdness, I am conscious that the same over indulgence in promiscuity is going on all around the world. But in an African society that prides itself on traditions that are centered on morality, traditions that we have strived to maintain despite the test of time, traditions of respect, loyalty and decency, where did we go wrong? How do we not want to treat our wives like queens and our husbands like kings? How do we mistake promiscuity for freedom and progressiveness? Where do we draw the line between being broad-minded and being filthy bastards? Perhaps it is time we refocused our energies on attempting to rediscover the family values previously synonymous with Kenya as well as plain old integrity.
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Welcome to the blogosphere Nekesa. A even bigger welcome for such a thought provoking first post. “Sex is the new lunch” now that is a classic.
I agree with you that too much sex is too public. Especially the conversations that are conducted on breakfast radio shows. BREAKFAST. I hope that a brave soul somewhere will set up a radio station that breaks the mould and reaps the benefits on many of us Kenyans who do not want to hear about the nations sexcapes first thing in the morning.
Interesting Nekesa! I have been thinking about this for a while – I guess being away from home for such a longtime – I have always spoke highly of the “African Moral Standards” to my friends in my current neck of the woods – I was however shocked to discover that this was a thing of the past.
Sorry for you Nekesa. I am not going to pretend that I am shocked by the filthy bastards having sex a over the place. Sex is great and life sucks. Do the maths. I am one of those who is into discovering more in Sex. I wil continue having sex with many people. Women and men alike. I am into group sex and will have it. You will continue to meet me and you wil never know because I do it discreetly. You will praise me at church, entrust your children under my care at school and even apply for a job in my company. Sadly for you and for us, we are hypocrites so you will only see the side of me I want you to see. I really feel sorry for you that it bothers you about how people have sex. I will never touch a child. That’s for sure. But as long as I find a chance with a consenting adult I will go for it.Call me Immoral, Debaucherer, perverted and all the other labels you can apply but I wil not stop. I Will have my safe consenting sex with whom I want and When I want and Where I want. Ban it, Track it, do waht you want about it. I will still have sex. Send me to Jail, I will still have sex. My point is so long as am not forcing anyone or doing it with someone under 18. What is your problem? Deal with it. I will continue having sex and I enjoy it every time. the more society hates it..the more it turns me on
Hi Friend,
With love and passion i wish to say compliment of the great season and best wishes in all you do this day. How are you and the environment over there? I’m pleased to meet you. My names is Ani from USA. I live and work in my country with the World Youth Organization For Human Welfare here in the United State and by the grace of the Almighty God,And I will get back to you after your mail for more detail about me ani.desu@yahoo.com
You are welcome to my world.
Lovely solution and God Bless.
Your Companion,
Thanx,
Ani,
U.S.A.
Thank you mental for introducing me to the blogosphere. My very first post has taught me that this is indeed a very powerful tool. There is actually a whole world out there listening to what i have to say…who would have thought
To Shai, i look forward to sharing more with you.
To Tom, what can i say..it’s people like you who keep the world on its toes.
Ani..God Bless you too
Yes Nekesa, people are reading. Especially if you use the word sex. I thought you would be one of those self-righteous people out to impose their morality on everyone. But you seem pretty cool.
good luck
Hi everybody,
I’m Migisha Magnifique Guevara a boy from Rwanda. I enjoyed this post;then i want a pen pal from all over the world.
Whether possible you could contact me on migisham@yahoo.fr
You are the most welcome.
Unity is strength.
See u next then
Its not a shock please,,i more recently i was traveling in a min bus from Nairobi to the Estate , it was about 6:00pm, i live in upper harlingam, when i enter the bus a lady in an expensive skirt suite who appears in her middle 30′s just sat next to me , she was wearing brownish spectacles, in fact she was looking very executive, she had a very expensive handbag and 2 file folders, the black one fully zipped , but the other was full of paper with bold letter head.
The lady had a very expensive mobile phone and she kept on receiving many calls from her clients and others i think from her boss according to her conversation. This lady kept slightly smiling at me with a lot of unclear eye communication, from the edge of her spectacles , she kept on squeezing me with her soft thigh, but at first i thought it was not deliberate, every time she could receive a call she just pass over her folder when she is communicating, but after that , she could just take over the folder with a very polite ‘thanks’.The traffic jam along this road at times its too much, in some cases one get tired sitting on the chair, both of us at time we could talk about Nairobi jam and and a a bit of politics , At one moment she just extends her hand to pick the fold on my laps but i noted she over extended the hand to an extent of pressing me hard on my thighs and her soft fingers remained there , and she was a bit smiling , at first i could not understand what was happening.
The jam was so slow , at one moment i noted she was lightly rubbing my thigh and i could see the movement of her hands , then i realize this was moving up and up , this movement of her hand was so warm and i could see her breathing increasing and her legs especially her thighs started trebling , this became more sensual, and in the process , i became stiff, and in the process she lightly get hold of my penis and started caressing it,and in fact i could see her opening her lips as she press it hard
Knowing what she was doing i relaxed and put it well for her, as i realized she was masturbating me and she increased movement till i release a very hot heavy cum.,
this made her to start squeezing her thighs together,eventually she pushed my hand below the handbag which was on her thighs , and she opened her thighs and pressed my fingers between, i could hear her swallowing and breathing very deep, at one point she opened her thighs and i extended my finger deep in her , in fact i realized her Y-shaped pant was very wet , with some slippery warm liquid, she moved her waist hard till my finger touched her clit as the lady had big thighs, by this time she could move up her waist more and more for deep penetration of my finger , the clit hood was very wet and soft,eventually she had to cum i could feel her clit as she contracts, with a very strong sigh, After that she smile, and told me you must be a nice man,For the rest of the journey she kept on holding my fingers tight between her thighs, Eventually she told me she is single and works with an insuarance firm. She is a very polite lady i promise. when she reached her destination she alighted the bus and she requested me to visit her, she promise me to give me her mobile number.
So Nekesa, i promise there are so much going on around but most of us don’t know, i think some ladies especially high class and executive ladies are sensually very staffed, but they have no alternative , if you want more details about this incindent my email is highvines69@yahoo.ca, i will tell all.
This is a real story and in fact i have skipped so many details