If you asked me why I set out to write a sex worker diary on my blog, I would tell you I did it out of sheer curiosity.
I had heard stories that in Bwaise, a slum in Northern Kampala, women were selling themselves for as little as 500 Uganda shillings (US$0.14).
I wanted to hear the story for myself, and maybe share it with readers of my blog. So I called up my friend Joseph, a community worker who has worked in this area for years.
Not the Kampala I am used to
After exchanging pleasantries, he led me through a narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor, the scene suddenly changed: this was not the Kampala I am used to. I saw mud-walled drinking joints full of men and women at noon. There was rubbish everywhere and Lingala music playing in the background.
To navigate, Joseph and I had to jump over streams of sewage. We meandered our way through alleyways lined with wooden and iron sheeting-walled shacks. I later discovered these were brothels, and that over 300 women come to this area daily to sell sex, by both day and night.
She invited us into a small room of about eight square meters, with a mud floor. In one corner was a run-down shelf with bottles of local gin. A double-decker bed and single bed were on the other side of the room. A child sleeping on the lower bunk caught my eye.
The Mama told us she rents out these beds to those that buy and sell sex. A bed goes for 500 Uganda shillings per use.
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