FROM MY NOTEBOOK, NAIROBI, 23 AUGUST 2014:
'I left Juba on Kenya Airways seated next to a 'senior protocol officer' with the SPLA-regime. He addressed me, pointing his tongue between the gap of his front teeth, making a sucking sound when he exclaimed his approving 'tsk tsk'.
After a triple whiskey he started touching me, pretending he'd dropped things. Then he offered me to meet the president, asking if he could use my used tooth pick, and other things I've repressed by now. But let's just say, some of it included making children in transit in Nairobi. Then he licked his shoe soles while starring intensely at me.
I'm not much of a too sensitive person, and I do recognise that foreplay varies globally, but I did eventually raise my voice: 'Stop, khalas, over.'