These establishments, supposed sanctuaries of relaxation and rejuvenation, are increasingly morphing into venues for “happy endings” and other less-than-innocent activities. As the sun sets and the city transforms into a playground for the adventurous, the line between therapeutic massage and illicit encounters blurs, leading to a rather intriguing—and often humorous—social commentary on modern relationships and morality. Ladies and gentlemen sex is being sold in Kampala’s massage parlours! Sam (not real names) recounts:
‘As I stepped into the dimly lit room in one parlour along Salaama Road in Makindye recommended by my, as I later found out, mischievous friend Peter, I was innocently seeking relief from the stress of a week-long project in Arua. My joints were literally speaking vernacular!’
‘The exterior struck as a simple two rooms on a 2-storey building’s first floor, unassuming, adorned with a simple sign promising relaxation and rejuvenation. It was a lie. A trap. The interior told it all. The walls are adorned with sultry artwork, and the staff—dressed in attire that leaves little to the imagination—exuded an air of playful seduction.’
‘Upon entering, I was greeted by a friendly receptionist who led me to a private room. The atmosphere was soothing, with soft music playing in the background and the scent of essential oils wafting through the air. My masseuse, a young woman named Sharon, 20 years or so, entered with a warm smile. I decided she was pretty and experienced. ”You are Sam I guess, and you booked an hour. Right?” She said to me, directing me to the massage table in the middle of the room. Her hands were shiny with oil. I nodded in the affirmative, and she slowly helped me out of my shirt and then asked me to strip off my jeans too. I obeyed and she wrapped a towel around me. I lay face-up on the table and sighed deeply. So far so good…’
‘As Sharon began working my body, I felt my tension start to melt away. She was good at her work, and her hands were very soft, and so was the music—Under the Influence by Chris Brown made me conscious of the seductive nature of the playlist! As the session progressed, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Sharon, who was slowly and suggestively making a go for my pubic area more often than I thought was necessary, suddenly but casually mentioned that many clients often requested “extras” or more premium massage types like body to body and Nuru. At first, I was taken aback and numb. She then explained that these “happy endings” were not uncommon in this line of work. It was a euphemism for sexual services offered discreetly under the guise of a massage.’
‘Intrigued yet cautious, I asked Sharon about her experiences—her clients and why she did this. She told me everything…’
For many men (and some women), as Sharon revealed to Sam, these massages serve as an escape from the mundane realities of life—particularly for those who may feel trapped in unfulfilling relationships or marriages. It is another way of relaxing and attaining sexual fulfilment. As clients enter these establishments seeking relief from stress, they often find themselves unwittingly stepping into a world where discretion is paramount services extend beyond mere massages, and where they get sexual experiences that are sensual, meditational relaxing and emotional in nature. What began as a simple back rub can quickly escalate into something far more intimate, often leaving clients wondering whether they’ve stumbled into a wellness centre or a clandestine brothel. Whether there is time and emotional flexibility for safe sex in such charged moments is a Big Fat question.
It’s not uncommon to hear tales of husbands sneaking off for an “innocent” massage while their wives remain blissfully unaware, busy with their own lives. Such sexual experiences as you’ll find in a parlour are rare in a typical Ugandan marriage, whereby romance flies out of the window immediately after the ‘I-dos’ are said.
The irony is rich; for while seeking relaxation, husbands (or wives) who engage in these sessions, inadvertently engage in acts that could be deemed cheating. Yet, this phenomenon raises several questions about morality and fidelity in modern relationships. Are these escapades simply harmless fun, or do they signify a deeper problem about the burden of maintaining a balanced marriage in the face of tempting avenues as these.
Conversations between clients and therapists, such as Sam and Sharon, often range from light banter to deep confessions about life’s struggles. In this sense, these parlours offer a unique blend of therapy and companionship that is both humorous and poignant. However, not all experiences within these massage parlours are created equal. While some clients leave feeling rejuvenated and satisfied, others may encounter less-than-ideal situations—ranging from awkward encounters and guilt.
The promise of an erotic massage is very tempting. But for clients such as Sam who are not cheats, it’s not unusual to find themselves in situations where they feel pressured to engage in activities they hadn’t anticipated or desired. Despite these challenges, the allure remains strong. Many individuals find themselves returning time and again, drawn by curiosity or the thrill of secrecy. The paradox is evident: what begins as an innocent quest for relaxation often spirals into a complex web of desire, excitement, deceit, satisfaction and emotional entanglement.
‘Sharon opened up about her life and the choices that led her to this profession. She revealed that she was a single mother struggling to make ends meet. Despite her qualifications and aspirations for a better life, she found herself trapped in a cycle of financial desperation. “I can make more money in one day here than I would in a month at a regular job. And such places as these are many in this city. We target rich people. Our agents are always out there scouting for clients, even on WhatsApp. I know you have heard of Best Hotel. That place! You only know what goes on if you know hahaha…” she confessed, her eyes reflecting both resignation and determination. It struck me how economic pressures could push individuals into such precarious situations. For many women like Sharon, the allure of quick cash often outweighed the risks involved—risks that included not only health concerns but also potential legal repercussions.’
‘As my session concluded and I prepared to leave, I felt a mix of emotions—sympathy for Sharon’s plight and anger at a system that exploited vulnerable individuals. This experience opened my eyes to the complexities of sex work in Kampala. What initially seemed like an innocent escape from stress had transformed into a profound realization of human vulnerability and resilience. I carried with me not just physical relaxation but also an awareness of the hidden struggles faced by many in our society. It was a reminder that behind every transaction lies a story—a narrative shaped by circumstances beyond control.’
If you indeed did not engage, then lucky escape, Sam!
