African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally different that that of the western hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws enforced to protect women in some countries and this appalling practice of sexual humiliation has torn families apart. A lot of kidnapped teen women, wives and daughters, have been forced into prostitution and sex slavery.... especially the young white ones. Many rich black African men lust for white women and have forcefully impregnated many of them as payback for the white man's past wrongs in dividing the African continent.
Working as an oil engineer in several African countries during the early 1970's and also a few year later, I encountered many bizarre things but have not revealed them until recently. There are some things about Africa that have drawn little press and that are hidden from the American public.
Few articles has been published about the black African leaders, power brokers and businessmen who took sexual advantage of white businessmen and their families. If brought to the public's attention there would be an outcry as to why these things happened.
The following story is of one occurrence that I partially witnessed and later became aware of what else had transpired from conversations with two of the daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the names of the people involved.
It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss, Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliver to a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been in Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently been promoted again over several other long-term English employees. I had wondered as to why he was favored by Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth.
As I entered the villa where he and his family lived I noticed several expensive automobiles parked outside. The gardener met me at the gate and took me to the door. As I entered I thought perhaps that I was intruding as Atkins and his family along with several guests were in the family room.
A bizarre setting in that there were five very black Africans seated on the chairs and sofa with Atkins' three young blonde daughters sitting on several of their laps. I later found out that these men were from wealthy families and worked for the company that Atkins was employed by. His wife, Joan, was seated next to one of the Africans with his arm around her shoulder as she was pouring drinks. Atkins, seemingly blushing, stood up and greeted me.
"My apologies for interrupting on your meeting but Mr. Motambi gave me these contracts to deliver to you," I said.
I could not help but notice that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time but none of them except for Atkins seem to acknowledge my presence. The Africans appeared high on something and were enjoying the blonde playthings wallowing in their laps.
After going over the papers with Atkins in the breakfast room, he suggested we go outside onto the patio. As we walked through the large family room I couldn't help but again notice his wife and two daughters sitting so close to the black Africans or on their laps.
The lighting had become a bit dim with the drapes closed and it was just about sunset but I could tell there were some black hands under the skirt of one of the daughters and also in his wife's blouse.
The oldest daughter, Sandy, a junior in college and home for spring break, was dressed in a short skirt and low cut blouse. She was now slow dancing with a tall black African in the parlor. Her blonde hair and pale skin was such a contrast to the charcoal skin of the tall African who was in short-sleeve shirt and tie. His black muscular arm was holding her tightly against him while his other arm draped down her side with his hand holding her bottom. Sandy's head was rested against his chest and she appeared to enjoy the close contact.
Her father did not know but Sandy had experienced black sex after only three weeks in country. Her first being a black African senior college student. She had also had sex with a black professor several times.
The second youngest daughter, Cindy, also in college, was sitting on the lap of a very black African on the couch with an with his arm draped over her left shoulder while his right hand was laying on her leg just under her short skirt. The lighting was dim and her mom was seated close to another African with wandering hands.
Her mom had told her daughters to treat these black Africans with respect and entertain them with friendliness. What she did not tell them, except for Sandy, was just how friendly these black men would expect. The girls knew that their daddy was about to have his contract extended and that they were expected to entertain his bosses for dinner and drinks.
Cindy, had dated but never had sex with a black African....let alone a man over twice her age. She seemed intrigued with the shiny gold Rolex that snugly adorned his left wrist. She was also trying to be grown up in the presence of important black men. Her mom smiled as Cindy rubbed the African's gold watch.
The youngest daughter, eighteen year old Jenny, had been seated next to one of the Africans but was a little uncomfortable watching her mom and sisters being touched by these black men. Jenny had just finished high school and had never dated much.
She asked her mom if she could go to the den and play games. Her mom smiled and thought for a moment, "why don't you take one of our guests with you and teach them how to play Monopoly dear. I want you girls to entertain these men since they are our guests and are also very influential in your father getting a new contract.
The African smiled and replied, " I would really enjoy learning this game you call Monopoly."
Jenny nervously replied, "okay" and took the African's hand as she guided him to the back den.
Her mother then placed her arms around the African beside her and gave him a long french kiss as he rubbed her loins. "I certainly hope he enjoys learning the game," she said sheepishly.
"Oh, he will indeed madam...he will indeed," the African replied.
