Kwasa Kwasa

It was about 5:58PM and excruciatingly unbearable. The air was crazy hot and smelly. Everyone was so busy and rowdy, I guess this is Douala for us. This was my first time being here as I dragged myself through the street. I didn't even know what I was looking for. I just recently left Bamenda and the only thing I had in mind was to find a place to sleep for the night. I stood near a local store as I let my thoughts run through. An hour had passed and it was getting dark.

‘‘vous coucher avec moi?’

Huh, I looked up. ‘‘

It was a young woman. I think from the confusion on my face she realised I couldn't understand French. She managed to utter some pidgin words which sounded like "on go for haz you sleep?"

My spirits were lifted, I felt some energy rush through me. A complete stranger was offering me a place to sleep. I was skeptical but I was too tired to think it through, and I didn't know anyone. I had some money on me and if it wasn't enough to pay the rents for the night I was going to figure it out the next day. I nodded and she pointed towards a corridor pathway and we started walking. She was a fine one. I could see her bra through the transparent blouse she wore. Her room wasn't far as we got there on no time. She looked at me and smiled as she led me into her room. It wasn't much. A table and a bed with a plastic carpet on the floor. I didn't mind and I asked in pidgin how much it would cost me. She smiled and said " un tour fair cinq mille". I didn't get the other other parts but I understood cinq mille means 5,000. I thought it was a bit much for 1 night but well, it was a lot cheaper than a hotel room. I said ok and she walked towards the door. I turned to dive in bed and just sleep it out then I heard the door lock. I turned around and saw her removing her blouse as she came towards me. I was frozen but I definitely wanted to see where this was leading to. She put her arms around me and exerted some force which made me sit on the bed. She then began unbuckling my belt and right there I knew I had found the perfect landlady, cheap room and free kitty. As her hands made it's way into my boxers I could feel my ..... Well long story short after the pastor prayed for me. he gave me the communion and that's how I gave my life to Christ. Thank you.