The Peeping Girl // Kilimanjaro 2019
I left my host behind as he was having what seemed to be a potentially long conversation with his relatives.
Always, I wander to where I hope to find something more candid.
I followed the light and walked down that dimly lit path leading to the raggedy-walled house with a light bulb at the front door.
The door was wide open and I had been admiring how quiet the rural neighbourhood was after dark.
I stood outside that mysterious house with my mirrorless camera in my hands figuring out my next move and suddenly, I heard soft footsteps in the house.
A curious-faced yet friendly and familiar young woman showed up at the door and asked, “How can I help you?”
I hesitated for a moment as I stared at her floral chiffon blouse before responding to her, “Hi, nothing much, I’m with Franklin.”
“Ohh! okay, drink?” She asked.
“Water will be nice,” I softly replied.
“You know I still have ‘dengelua’ if you want some,” there she goes again.
I finally remembered where I saw her, she was the girl who tried to get us dead tipsy from the local brew earlier at the cellar.
“Do you live here?” She replied, “yeah!”
“Alone?” I got curious.
“Yes, do you have a problem with women living alone?” She asked and I told her “Noo” as she handed me a glass of water.
She never stepped outside and seemed busy getting things in order.
There was barely any light inside and the house was stuffed with crates.
It was not easy for me to recognize her at first because she didn’t wear the headwrap that she had on earlier.
“Do you want to take pictures of me?” She straight up asked.
“Y–yeah sure if that’s okay,” respectfully me.
“So how do I pose?” she awaited my instructions.
I put the glass down and told her “back against the wall and face forward.
I took a couple of shots and I told her that I didn’t like them. Maybe it was the blouse ’cause I had seen it a lot earlier in the afternoon.
“I need to see more of your skin,” I said.
“Wait, are you suggesting I take off my blouse? No, I am not doing that,” she denied.
“Cool, I think I should head back, thanks for the water,” I said goodbye and started walking away.
About ten steps away… she hollas at me and I looked back at her only to find the blouse is gone.
She stood at the door with her face peeping from the inside but her bra was still on and asked me, “Is this good enough?”
Hell yeah!
The Peeping Girl // Kilimanjaro 2019