[STORY] AFRICA MY LOVER (Episode 01)

Episode 01.

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been having this undying love about Africa… Nothing makes me feel more alive than going to Africa or indulging into anything that involves Africa.. During my teenagers days, I would read books about Africa so as to know their way of life, their religion and beliefs, I even read some African literary texts from their famous authors like, Chinua Achebe’s ” Things fall apart”.. Cyprian Ekwensi’s ” African nights entertainments… And Ngugi Nthangos ” Grain of wheat*.. I loved reading all of them. Even in school, I studied Africa history and I was every good at it.. and thanks to my travels, I had the opportunity to taste African dishes, especially Nigerian dishes.. Their names were hard to pronounce but they were really delicious.. But despite all that, there was nothing that drew my attention more than African men.

African men are really one of a kind.. Not only were they dashing, but their physique was a thing of wonder, their dark body well formed and built, it was enough to drive a woman mad with lust… The part I loved the most is watching them work under the hot sun as their bodies were covered in sweat, that sight alone makes me really wet under.

I had always fantasized about marrying an African man, and having kids with him, The thing I like about African men is that, they are loving, and they always have time for their women, and there’s also another thing I like about them, it’s their insatiable sexual desire.. I love a man that always rams me day and night, I love a man that dominants me, a man that makes me feel special… White men aren’t like that, well most of them that is.. Here in England, the men here aren’t like that, They mostly spend their time watching soccer ⚽️, talking politics or going to fishing.. I mean seriously… Fishing??? I don’t see why a man should go fishing when he could stay at home and make love to his wife all day long, and another worst thing about White men is that they don’t crave for sex like African men.. The only time they make love is when they want a child.. This is disappointing really…
So that’s why I decided I was going to marry an African man, but considering the kind of family I was in, I gave up the idea.

My name is Lisa Lovette… Daughter of Andrew Lovette, our family is one of the oldest and richest families in england and we have blood ties with the Royal family of England.
Every member of our family was known for certain things, ours was known for making the best wine in England, and also our wine was famous across the world including Africa.
Our family don’t like to mix with colored race, especially the blacks whom they regard as inferior or savages if you may say.. And they have this stupid belief that the whites civilized the blacks… That’s horseshit if you ask me.. The African people had their way of life since before the coming of the whites and instead of the Africans to preserve their culture, they forget about it and follow the white’s mans way of life, Its sad really….. My Father Andrew, despised the black for numerous reason and he made it clear he would make miserable for anyone who associated himself with a black man and he loved calling the Africans with that “N* word … Things went on like this for a while, until something astonishing and shocking happened.. Two of my distant cousins, Caroline and Elizabeth Lovette both married two men from nigeria… I was so happy about it and what surprised me was that they both got away with it… I wanted to go to their weddings but My father didn’t allow that.. Instead he went on ranting and complaining that our family will soon be overrun with apes… I was so annoyed when he said that.. I mean what’s wrong with being with a black man, they’re humans beings like us, the only difference was our skin color.
So because of my father, I decided to hide my undying love for Africa in secret…

Time went by and so did my life….. After finishing from Oxford university with a First class degree in African history, I was offered Lecturing because I was the best in the department, I couldn’t say no, cause there was nothing I would love to do than impact the knowledge of Africa to youngsters and let them see the real Africa not the ones they’re being told about by racist pricks. My father wanted me to join the family business which was wine selling,but it was too stressful and boring.. But in the end, I joined the business anyways thanks to my mother… After some years, I became a professor and philanthropist, using my wealth to help refugees especially in Africa who was suffering from terrorist attacks and plagues… My father was against it but I convinced him saying it was a way to show we helped the African nations stand on their feet and make them rely on us.. And the old fool quickly agreed.
My life wasn’t as bad as I expected, I live a life of adventure, besides having a well paying job, I have get to travel to Africa for tour or for raising funds for refugees.. The only thing I’m not happy about is my love life…
As always I wanted to be with a black man, but things don’t go as you planned, instead of a black man, I got one American guy in the name of Dave…

Dave is my father’s right hand man in his Wine business … My father likes Dave so much as if he was his son.. To be honest, Dave was an all rounder, everyone loved Dave, he was handsome, charming, witty and rich. Everyone thought Dave was the nicest guy ever but little did they know that, this guy was pain in the ass.

Dave is an Egomaniac and a self centered fool, and he’s also a sneaky hypocrite.. He doesn’t show his real colors to people.. He just pretends to be nice but when nobody is around, his true form shows.. I regret the day My father introduced us.. My first date with Dave was nice, but the others were plain and boring cause when we got out, Dave shows off himself and brags about how good looking he is, instead of us having a normal couple conversation, he ends up talking about his achievements and as if that wasn’t easy, he’ll be scooping out other ladies that are within our vicinity… I knew he was a cheat.. But I never have proof or caught him in the act. And another disappointing matter was, Dave wasn’t sexually competent in bed and his size is 6 inches.. He could only last for 8 to 9 minutes at most… The first day I had sex with Dave was the first day I lost my virginity, instead of having a great moment, I ended up regretting giving this fool my precious virginity. What a d*ck.
My father wanted Dave and I to get married and was making plans for it.. But I said no.. Not yet, not now.
Many times I’ve hoped and prayed that my Love life would change, I would love to have any man that is not like Dave, because I just can’t stand him, and finally my wish was granted and it was something that would change my life forever.
One afternoon, I was in campus rounding up lectures for the day, when my colleague, Miss Veronica, came to see me and gave me an offer I just couldn’t refuse.
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Lisa ➡ Afternoon Ronnie, how’s your day?
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Veronica ➡ Boring as usual.. I have something for you.. The Vice chancellor has given us permission to go on an excursion with the Foreign students to Kenya, so they could see and understand the real thing.. I was asked to go but really, I hate African sun.. It’s too hot, So Since you’re more know a lot about Africa and you’ve been there on numerous occasions, I recommended you to take my place.
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Lisa ➡ Oh thank you Veronica… Finally! Africa here I come.
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Veronica ➡ Don’t get so excited.. I heard that there are terrorist attacks in Kenya.. Be careful…
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Lisa ➡ Relax.. I can take care of myself.. After all we’re going on an excursion.. Besides what else can happen? So when are we going on the trip?
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Veronica ➡ Next tomorrow at noon.. So you better get ready..
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Lisa ➡ Oh you can count on that.
To Be Continued…. . . .

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