I'm impressed with your sense of respect and understanding
Welcome to the forum Paroma. However, I do not refer to women in Africa as prostitutes. Rather I say they are women at Casaurina, Casablanca, Cheers, or just out and about who are looking for opportunity. All humans are looking for opportunity and there is nothing wrong with that. I refuse to allow the NGOs and governmental folks define something that is fine as bad and criminal. BTW, I am a American Black. I don't call myself African American since I have not traced back my particular ancestor who came from Africa, and I believe a white south african who becomes an American citizen is just as much an African-American as any black person merely born in US to American born parents.
Now off my high horse. Can I meet you when I come to Kenya? I am a normal guy.
I have lived in Africa for over 8 years and I get sick and tired of these black Americans who have never been to Africa but demand to be called African Americans. It gets more funny when Africans go the USA and become USA citizens and call themselves African Americans which gets some of these black Americans upset. These particular black Americans are justifiably bitter given they, unlike most of their African counterparts, are descendants of slaves and still today, unfortunately, continue to experience discrimination in their own country. Deep down I think they resent the fact that Africans and Caribbeans, since independence, have had complete control over their countries while black Americans have not. Even Obama did not have the same negative experience of many black Americans with his Kenyan father not being a descendant of slaves and his mother being white. I wonder if a black American with both parents being black and born in the USA would have had the same success becoming President.
Nice to hear that you do not seem to harbour that same resentment and you are getting on with your life without worrying about who is an African American and who is not.
Prostitute escapes naked after seeing size of Mzungu's
Prostitute escapes N*KED after seeing size of Mzungu's 'P*NIS'
For a woman of the night who operates in the 24-hour booming economy that is Mtwapa, the sight of a foreigner is always inviting, since most are said not to be as tight-fisted as the locals.
And if the foreigner has a car, his premium rises because the hustles of getting into a matatu early in the morning or in the middle of the day are eliminated. Besides, they pay lavishly, including taxi fare, and are not unknown to throw in a decent meal and drinks. Even better is that they could fall in love and sweeten the deal with a wedding ring.
But for one sex worker, the foreigner she met turned out be more than she had bargained for, causing her to flee from lady luck in her birthday suit.
'I readily agreed to his offer. I got into his car and we headed for a nice hotel past Mtwapa, '
'About 15 minutes after their entrance, we heard a woman screaming from somewhere inside the building, ' said a front-desk attendant at the hotel.
But before they could act, a naked woman bolted down the stairs and sprinted past the reception screaming, her clothes and shoes in her hands. She did not stop running until she was outside the hotel compound.
'Then a white man came out in his underwear, stood at the reception, looked at the running woman and burst into loud laughter, ' said the attendant, who had checked-in the tourist the day before.
'In response to the curious glances from hotel staff, other guests and a few beach boys who were around, he said, 'But I had not even started', ' the attendant conferred.
'I have been in this business for more than ten years but I have never encountered what I saw inside that room. That man is too 'big' for life! ' she said amid gasps of air.
'If I had not run away, I would have been dead within minutes or required stitches to repair the damage. Hawa wazungu kweli si mchezo (these white men are no joke) , ' she offered as the crowd went wild with laughter.
She, however, had no intention of refunding the tourist, saying she needed to be compensated for 'shock'.
Full story here:
[url]http://www.kenyan-post.com/2012/11/prostitute-escapes-nked-after-seeing.html[/url]
Diani Bachelor Golf Weekened (part 2)
we ventured into deeper water to get rid of all the sand that had accumulated within and around our private parts and then made it back onto terra firma in time to join up with our friends on their way back to the house. they were all quite exhausted from having walked maybe 6 km or so in the deep wet sand.
after freshening up in our rooms for a while, we all gathered on the terrace overlooking the pool for 'sundowner' cocktails. after admiring the kaleidoscope of colors of the tropical sunset, we were served a sumptuous 'surf and turf' bbq (lobster and fillet steak for the un-initiated) which was prepared on the poolside firepit-cum-bbq right in front of our eyes. sean had brought along several cases of a private import malbec – the best one i have ever had in kenya to make for a perfect gourmet experience (i found a few surplus bottles hidden in my car when i got back to my house mon afternoon together with a note from asv, which i will treasure for some time to come ).
since we hadn't golfed today, we decided to play texas hold'em in order to determine who would get which girl (s) for the night. i was lucky to win the companionship of ella and carol, who knew each other well (more later) and took care of whatever mutual needs i wasn't capable of fulfilling any more. this i was told later bcs i fell asleep after the 2nd round already (pushing 70 and not being used to that much exposure to the sun any more obviously is taking its toll on the old body ). i woke up at my usual time (5 am) and found both girls asleep in each others arms, fully nakid. ella woke up just when i came back from the bathroom, and still drowsy and without a word, presented me with her gorgeous ass in the doggie position, what a trooper! i had a pretty decent morning hard-on, even without vitamin v, and didn't need any more encouragement to go to town on her. carol came to life as well after a little while and ultimately managed to push herself between ella and myself for a wild and crazy finish. while recuperating, the girls told me they both from uganda and had come to the coast 14 days ago to audition for berlusconi's visit to malindi (b is the disgraced former pm of italy who was caught with his pants down multiple times . not a big deal in italy, unless it involves **** girls as it did in his case ). ella was hired, maybe bcs she looks younger than her 23 yrs, whereas carol was not (she is actually way hotter looking than ella) carol thinks she was refused mainly bcs she's a bit choosy whom she does anal with, in addition to being fairly restrictive as far as condom usage is concerned.
turns out that claudette was in malindi as well for the berlusconi visit, but her agent is not the same as carol's and ella's, and she was admitted to the inner circle of b. and his billionaire friends (several of them are part time residents of malindi like briatore, the ex formula 1 guy) without having to go thru an audition first. goes to show how important it is to know the right people.
sunday was supposed to be my day : i had arranged for a charter to take us all from the ukunda airstrip to vipingo ridge, where we are building our new house, and which boasts a world-class ian woosnam sponsored golf course. unfortunately, the 12 seater had broken down in the mara the day before and we were only able to get a little cessna barely large enough for the 3 of us and our clubs. this turned out to be a good thing after all bcs we came across so many people i knew, on the course as well as in the club house, that i would have had a real problem as a future resident if we would have been accompanied by a bevy of gorgeous young girls. or maybe not? maybe i would have become the secret hero of all the guys and the devil incarnate in the eyes of all the proper and prim matrons? but my wife would have heard about it for sure, and i have no idea how i could have talked my way out of this hole.
anyhow, we left the girls behind in diani. 3 of them were happy to just hang around the pool while we were gone. the 2 others were chauffered around by my driver for an ice cream at leonardo's and lunch at black marlin or 40 thieves, or the other way around (i didn't listen when he told me ).
vipingo ridge is surely a great course, but, for reasons unexplained, we just didn't feel any hunger for the back 9 after lunch. i therefore called mba dispatch for a ride back to ukunda and we were back at asv's place by around 3pm.
i won the 9 holes we had played and therefore had earned the right to 2 choices for sun night. however, in recognition of my physical limitations – which had become very apparent to me by now – it sucks to get old!. i overrode lust and greed and selected claudette as my sole companion for the remainder of the weekend. she was just a doll, very considerate and pleasant to talk to with her cloths on, but capable to turn into a veritable tiger at the flip of the witch, with limitless energy and 0 zilch taboos. we fucked like rabbits for 1hr and 10 mins without a break (i wouldn't have believed it, had i not looked at my watch before and after) before i fell asleep. she told me next morning that she had tried to wake me up around 1 am bcs she was so horny; however, i didn't react at all to whatever she tried, so she gave up on me and knocked at asv's door behind which she had seen some light, and ended up as the meat in the sandwich in what must have been a pretty wild 4 some (asv + 3 girls ). she came back to my bed 2 hrs later, slept for a while and then needed action again, just when i woke up at my regular time. we made love slowly and tenderly, then jumped into the shower together, brushed our teeth and i put on my swimming trunks and she a skimpy bikini. i went up to the rooftop to watch the sun rise over the indian ocean while she went to the kitchen to make us a coffee. everybody else was still asleep and the first day light was just marvelous! we decided to go for a walk on the beach. surprisingly many wazungu were on the beach as well at 6. 15 already, obviously all residents (bcs they had their dogs with them ). we walked all the way to 40 thieves and swam out to the pontoon anchored maybe 150 m off the beach. exhausted, i flopped on the pontoon, but there was no rest to be had : her hands were inside my trunks immediately and there was no denying that we were dealing with a pretty serious erection (no v had been consumed since the afternoon before, which made me feel like a real macho man ). we fucked in the spoon position so as not to make it obvious to passers-by on the beach what were up. we both came rather quickly and remained pretty much motionless for the next 15 mins or so to relax. by that time (7. 30 or thereabouts) the sun had become quite powerful already, we swam back to the shore, i borrowed a phone from one of the askaris of 40 thieves to call my driver to pick us up.
back at the house, we enjoyed a power breakfast (steak +eggs+roesti) before going back to bed to celebrate monday morning.
what a great weekend! thank you, ladies, thank you asv!
