I know what it is like for you, my enlightened sisters. The prostitutes are gone from the streets of Nairobi. For two weeks, women gather from every land, great women, chosen by heads of state or progressive organizations to meet here under a few scudding July clouds of African sky, and talk of peace and feeding. President Moi knows we would not want to see the prostitutes. A modern city hosts no such evil.
Prostitutes exchange their bodies for men's money and wear ugly bruises with their makeup.
And we would not want to see the garish colors of this trade we despise. An enlightened woman need not sell her body. We reject their demoralizing presence, the better to forget deals we have all struck at times. So the prostitutes of Nairobi will spend the next two weeks in the invisible, roadless outskirts of this modern city. They will have no red lights there, no indecent clothes, to advertise their services.