When The Westerner Saw My Flower

Proverbs 5:3-6
For the lips of the adulterous woman drip honey,
and her speech is smoother than oil;
but in the end she is bitter as gall,
sharp as a double-edged sword.
Her feet go down to death;
her steps lead straight to the grave.
She gives no thought to the way of life;
her paths wander aimlessly, but she does not know it.

When the Westerner Saw My Flower is a raw, poetic account of a seventeen-year-old Nairobi girl caught between loneliness and desire, curiosity and consequence. It's the story of how a single swipe on Tinder led her into the arms and the bed of a 63-year-old white man she met on Tinder. Beneath the skin of intimacy lies a deeper exploration of power, race, and the aching need to be seen, touched, and remembered. This story doesn't shy away from the complexity of choice, the thrill of forbidden encounters, or the hollow silence that sometimes follows pleasure.

It is a testimony not of righteousness but of realness , and perhaps in the cold walk home, a whisper of redemption.