It’s almost nine in the evening and most shops have already closed. Moi Avenue is home to the bustle of hundreds of people overlapping in a hurry to go home after a long day of work. Whilst Mary Mwangi, 30 years old, crosses towards Latema Road, everyone greets her both sides of the street. She has spent over fifteen years working in the town of Nairobi and has become a true institution.
Rushing upwards the stairs of Fameland, she makes a gap between the scores of boys who flirt among s8x workers. A regular customer is waiting for her at the pub reception. For 120 Kenyan Shillings (about 1.20 €), Mary rents a room and disappears from the scene for fifteen minutes. “This is a good customer. Sometimes they don’t want to pay you and you have to call the security staff “, she says leaving the two square meters room. “The first time I did it I felt a little bad about myself, but just had a baby with no husband and no job, so there were few options”, says the young mother of a girl of fifteen years old bordered at a nun’s school outside Nairobi.
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