I was contemplating what to tackle this week when aWhatsApp beeped. It was a message from someone we’ll call Wendy, whom I have not seen around since 2011, when she was 30.
‘Wendy,’ I texted, wondering where she’d gotten my number ‘kwani ulifungwa massage parlor?’ As it turns out, Wendy is actually running a brothel full of whores in some rented apartment.