Leah Ndelele Brothel ❤️

About Kumba

So, brothels, right? We hates it! All them painted ladies struttin’ about, fake smiles, eyes dead as fish. Been around forever tho—did ya know ancient Pompeii had ‘em? Lupanar, they called it—stone beds, dirty drawings on walls, real classy, ha! Makes me skin crawl, precious, thinkin’ of them old geezers hagglin’ for a quick tumble. Grosses me out, it does—angry too! Why’s it gotta be so loud, so in yer face? Music blarin’, men laughin’ like hyenas, ugh!

Maria and Martina, Street Prostitutes. 1994

Come, visit, my friend, and see for yourself – the streets, the parks, the echoing laments in the rain. Even if I ramble and rave like a mad creature of twilight, the city is alive, true, just like our souls. Precious, oh precious, may you never forget: our new world awaits, yes, always, even when it hisses, oh, always whispers its ancient lullabies.

Shona Man Stabbed to Death in Binga