So I find myself wondering around the infamous Red Light District in Amsterdam when I spot Olde Kerk, the beautiful old church. Since it was daylight and I actually wasn't aware that I had stumbled into the district, I pulled my camera out and began taking pictures of the church.

A scream startled me. I heard a woman yelling at me in broken english, "Stupid girl, commot from here, commot from here!". I start spinning round looking for the source until I turned round and saw that I was standing in front of a prostitute's window stall!. She was clearly African. I am African as well, and seeing her there bothered me deeply.

I knew she had her own stories to tell and i dare not judge her, but out of panic, I give her a nasty frown and start to rush off when all these stalls 'appeared' from nowhere. Ironically, Olde Kerk was actually in the middle of the Red Light District and was completely surrounded.

I bolted outta there at the speed of light!

That had been my first trip to Amsterdam years ago. Been back a couple times since then but I still think about that particular lady from my country and wonder where life had carried her this time around...