No job is easy I tell you by Paidamoyo Gerald Manomano

When I’m not busy with something else
I will be busy with something else
Something else like escorting.

Escorting any who needs escorting
Some so happy, others grumpy
Some so quite, others being themselves.

I respond to a call at Fleshy Nimble Things
Favourite hunting ground of mine
The last time I was here, I escorted two to the hills
Today its a loaded damsel de fatigued going to the waves
In my lap she throws herself.

She hissed
Not in vain, I say to myself
Been long a day Hey, I say while stretching my limbs and preparing my path.

It’s hard to be a stripper I tell you
I looked at her for the second time
Damsel in sober land
No job is easy I tell you, I say blending in.

Then she started telling me;
As from 9am yesterday until today
(Escort had started at 3:21)
I have done 4 shows across two cities
1 private for a home boy back in Durban
Took an afternoon Fruity Liner to the Mother city
Why do they call it Mother I wonder
Where is the mother love
(Ummm ummm not sure what to say).

Straight she went to the Front waters
Took a boat into the blue womb
A yacht with three Swiss gents in love with toffee
Awaited for their treaty.

They asked for a one on one session
Very easy mission, no much work one thing leads to another
Extra money though for I’m contracted to show only
The extra money and associated risks are all mine to bear
Any hour later my body was so slippery from three different drippings

So she gave me some chocolates
Eat you need energy, you been up hey
Oh yes been busy, I say the block already melting in my mouth
On she went,
The second and third show were slithering and showing
Slithered on the poll to its shine
Showed all I have to the insides
Money in strap makes it more exciting
Lights and music puts me in the mood
It’s hard on the body though

Are you studying
She looks the type
No dropped out to make money
At least you are
Yes I do but the asset cannot stay fresh for ever
Yeah that hey, I say
I’m hungry she says
The junk place is just laying there along the Long
Damsel chopped all including the tooth picks
Food aroma and crumbs all over my lap
Comes with territory hey

That’s why gotta keep them long hours
That’s why gotta do all demanded acts like in the last one
Every orifice open
Tongue working overtime like that of a viper
Foreign things in me from all angles
Some’s stiffness come from insulting my natural sun adaptive skin
Some cry for their mothers
Some like it when I strap them

Yes I am making money
She says
Escorting ends, every tired limb in place
Sound, safe, secure
Damsel is home.

With HIM above protecting me,
I am armed to the teeth
I wait for my next assignment!