ENTERTAINMENT
Sauna veterans know that between 1pm and 5pm, the place is almost holy quiet, empty, peaceful, those that want real vibe report from 7pm
So one afternoon in Entebbe, I walked in at around 2:00 pm, fire was ready, steam thick, no customers, it felt like heaven had reserved the session for me alone, I had just stepped out to cool my body when this lady also appeared.
She was wrapped in a green towel that was fighting for its life, skin glowing from the shower, thighs smooth & confident, the kind that make a grown man forget his NIN, I swallowed my saliva several times.
The lady preferred steam to sauna, she said softly, better for my skin, inside the steam room, the air was already heavy, she opened a big tin of scrub and handed it to me, can u help me with my back? I adjusted my sitting position like a man preparing for national duty, I dipped my fingers into the scrub and slowly worked my way across her shoulders, she closed her eyes, steam wrapped around them like a conspiracy making a fog on the door.
As I moved lower, her breathing began to change, slow at first, then deeper, she laughed nervously, you are too young to handle these thighs, she teased.
Madam, I replied confidently, I graduated from Kampala School of Scrubbing with a Bachelor’s in Advanced Scrubbing Techniques, she burst into laughter, the dangerous kind, when she shifted and extended one leg slightly onto my thigh, the temperature inside that steam room increased beyond what the thermometer could measure, the scrub turned into slow, deliberate strokes, her breaths grew louder, the steam carried sounds that did not belong in a wellness facility.
“What are u doing to me?” she whispered, I did not answer, some answers are practical.
Moments later, bodies were no longer just scrubbing they were negotiating physics, the steam fogged the glass completely, support came from the tiled wall, her grip tightened on the seating steps meant for meditation.
Then from nowhere, Maami, Maaami, maami , maami, the shout cut through the corridor like a fire alarm, cleaners dropped their mops, the receptionist panicked, the manager ran, the door banged open.
Instead of an accident, they found two adults breathing like Kasese marathon runners who had misunderstood the meaning of steam therapy.
The manager cleared his throat, this should never happen again, I nodded respectfully, like a student caught cheating in an exam he had already passed, the lady wrapped her towel tighter, smiling innocently, Entebbe steam rooms have never been the same
To be continued………
