It is time now for this story to come out. Long story.
I will divide this long story into 5 chapters.
I think of My Angels in Africa every day, almost every
hour. And I am grateful. These gay men on this little island of Lamu in
the Indian Ocean, east of Kenya, east of Somalia, surrounded by the sea, in a
of mainly religious place owned by Kenya, geographically Somalia and the people
traditional. This is where I ended up in
this story – these men saved my life. My Angels.
I was in Africa.
In Mombasa. In a beach resort,
the only one I could afford. Alone. What I did not know about this beach resort
and Mombasa in general is that many middle-aged Nordic and European women come
to this particular resort and to Mombasa to buy sex from teenage boys. And I fit the profile, I was 35, originally
from Finland, and very Finnish. But had
I lived New York City, since I was 20, for 15 years already.
You can not mess with me. I’m a New Yorker. With attitude.
You can not mess with me. I’m a New Yorker. With attitude.
I don’t buy sex.
I have plenty of admirers. And I
do not molest children. It is not in me. Never.
I felt sick in that resort in Mombasa.
Children were offering sex to me.
I left within 12 hours. I had
repaid for three nights and days, but I just could not stay there. I just ran,
I did not even ask for my money back.
Actually this story does not start in Mombasa. It starts on my flight from New York JFK to
Nairobi, Kenya. First thing I did on the
plane from JFK to Nairobi. I went to the
bathroom in the plane. I had already cut
a pocket in the lining of my carry-on-bag.
Now I just needed to hide my USA greencard, residence permit, to the
lining of my bag. I had needle and thread. I did some sowing in the bathroom. Put my Finnish passport on top of my carry on
bag. Why? I was going in Eastern Africa,
North Indian Ocean, where so many kidnappings of Americans and Europeans had
taken place. Many, many. It killed the
tourism. Being from Finland was my best bet. But since my budget was so
limited, and I wanted an adventure, that was good place for me to go.
So. going back to Mombasa, I was at 5am in a buss from
Mombasa, to the border of Somalia. 8
hour drive along the coast of Indian Ocean.
Did I arrive. Yes.
NEXT is Chapter 2. part of this story.
