...Tantric Engineer...

"the tantric engineer is the mistress of transmitting pleasure that transcends social taboos and awkwardness, the giver of the cosmic backrub, the hug that feels like you’d like to stay there forever"

I went in for a meeting today, efforts to get the media to address the sex trade question through a human rights framework and it got my thinking into high gear. Why are so many of us Kenyans riding the high horse and patrolling morality issues. Last time I checked, no man was hand-cuffed and sent to jail for sticking it in his secretary Ruth instead of his wife Njeri. Nor was he sodomised by the cop upon arrest because he/she felt he deserved it. So the question is...why do we allow such moral judgements to continue raping the sisters, mothers and daughters of our nation?

On any given night in the sleepless city of Nairobi over 7,000 tantric engineers are working in the oldest profession in history, possibly the riskiest job in the market. Interesting enough is that what makes it so risky is YOU and ME!!! Through our judgement and the stigma, we passively allow systemized harassment. A system where a sister in the sex-trade is treated as a lesser person. One where she can not access healthcare services because she is deemed to be a waste of resources. She can not file for rape because you say she asked for it.  She can not report abusive clients because apparently she deserves it. She is a free-sex pass for police officers because...just because!

For offering the highly demanded service she is harassed, she is raped, she is locked up. And him...with his invisible cloak he goes to the next block and seeks another vendor with minimal understanding of the system that it takes two to tango!

Get off your god-damned high horse and get your feet on the ground...as you will soon see, the reality is quite difference down here. As women, regardless of our professions, we still have the fundamental right to be recognized and treated as human beings, is that really too much to ask for?