Former Editor of The UCU Standard, Uganda Christian University monthly newsletter, Johnson Mayamba was at the weekend ‘raped’ by prostitutes as he left Theatre Labonita late in the night. He narrates his ordeal below;
Have you ever been cornered by prostitutes and became helpless? I had never until this last weekend.
As the “Kijja Kuggwa” concert by Julie Mutesasira at La Bonita ended, one of my friends and l decided that we pass by Nakivubo to attend Worship Night that was organised by Wilson Bugembe before heading home. We decided that we walk to the venue as we had waited for bodas in vain.
The walk had been smooth until we reached at Tourist Hotel as we walked down along Luwum street. We were minding our business until we saw a group of skimpily dressed girls and women rush from verandas towards us. We were both confused. Then each started convincing us as they had the best to offer. All competed for our attention the way it usually is when you pass by a very busy market.
One said: “Sebo eyange eyokya.” And another went on: “customer wamma eyange eli fresh.” But the third one couldn’t help but force my left hand inside her underwear saying “wamma kwatako wano owulile. Nkimanyi olimubwangu naye Short tegya kusala. Ka lounge kaliwali. Tugende kati.”
Both of us looking more confused as we struggled to let ourselves out of their zone, we told them we were just passing by to our homes. They instead became more aggressive in their pursuits. They then divided us before dragging to their confines.
Four of them on me. I had no idea what was happening to my colleague there after. I held the phone tight in my right hand as l tried to let myself off hook. Although every attempt provoked them into becoming worse. I decided to be calm as they took me away from the lights. l requested them to let me go.
One hurried to unzip my trousers. I rushed to do the opposite – zip it. She later started stroking my private parts. I failed to erect although she never gave up. Meanwhile the other three kept massaging (searching for valuables and money) my body until l felt a hand in my pockets.
“You are taking my money,” l shouted. Immediately one of them slapped my mouth as another squeezed my private parts as she asserted: “Totwasamila. Olowooza ffe tunalya busolo bwo?” With my heart panting, urine almost going through my undies and sweat sprouting everywhere, l let the money go and started pleading to be set free.
In less than five minutes, l had thoroughly been searched and left with only my phone and cloths l was wearing…
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