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White Daughters Africanized
Part 2
As previously revealed, Dana was Africanized that first night during
the four day retreat at Niga Falls near the more famous Owu Falls.
During my conversation with Hart and his daughter, Candy, it became
even more eerie to hear what had happened with her that first night and
how Candy had lost her innocence to black African lust. Although Dana
was more inviting as to her seduction, Candy was raped into submission
more forcibly by black African cock and it scarred her mind for years
to come.
>From my notes and recordings with Candy I wrote the following sequence
of events that occurred during that first day at the retreat along with
their initial arrival to Africa.
Candy was the second oldest teen of the Hart children and definitely
the apple of her father's eye. She was a small girl only 4'11"
tall and weighed barely 98 pounds. Her sister Dana, a college
sophmore, was light honey blonde but Candy was almost white blonde and
she wore her hair in two flowing ponytails. Her eyes were almost
turquoise and she had a few light freckles on her cheeks.
It was only three months ago when she arrived in Nigeria with her
mother, sisters and brother. Although all were stunning in appearance
it was Candy that drew many of the stares from the black Africans in
the air terminal. Although just fresh out of high school she looked
even younger and was such a contrast to the culture that she had
stepped into.
Little did she know that many of those stares had a hidden African lust
behind them causing many of the black men's cocks to harden just
looking at this beautiful little girl. She was certainly a prize catch
for any black man, especially rich Africans who would pay handsomely
for a chance to spread her virgin legs.
As stated previously in the first story Hart and his wife left the
campground heading for home after the dinner. Dana and Candy as were
the twins were escorted to their respective lodgings. Candy and her
sister Dana were assigned to tents about 350 meters from the pavilion
where their luggage had already been placed for them. Candy was in a
tent about 40 meters from her sister's tent but further away. She
was so excited in that this was the first time she had been camping
since her membership in Girl Scouts.
After reading the brochures and making her bed she changed clothes and
eagerly went to find her sister but Dana was not there. She then
briskly walked along the lamp lighted path to join in the opening
festivities.
The program was vibrating with the dances, drums and music. Candy had
never seen something so exciting as this especially without her parents
present. There was so much excitement in the African dances. It
lasted until around 9:30 at night and afterwards the young ladies were
joined by personal counselors and invited to learn African dance steps
and moves. All the counselors were black and ranged from 20 to 45
years of age.
These white daughters of ex-pats were naïve as to the actual format of
this retreat. It was advertised as an introduction to African culture
but the deep hardened truth was that most of these African men came
from well to do families that paid Nigeria's ruler handsomely for a
chance to perhaps rut with young white girls.
A number of the girls became tired after the show and chose to return
to their lodgings but Candy wanted to experience the dance lessons and
to see if she could find her sister.
"Miss Candy I presume," a strong voice announced from behind her.
Candy turned was shocked at what seemed like a black giant to her. "I
am Afolabi of Zulu descent and have been assigned as your personal
counselor." Afolabi was 6'8" tall, lean and muscular with blue-
black skin. Although 44 yrs old he was well conditioned. Candy seemed
like a dwarf to this tall African and it was intimidating. "Do not
let my size frighten you little blonde princess. I will take good care
of you and this retreat will be of utmost joy to you."
Afolabi was saying nice things while his mind was thinking otherwise.
He had never seen such a thing of beauty. Her beautiful face, shapely
small body, white blonde hair along with being young and innocent.
With his giant frame looking down on her she appeared to him almost a
child. The horrid truth is that in most African countries there is no
underage law upheld and the taking of pre-teen girls is a delicacy.
This African was fantasizing that thought about Candy.
Candy was unaware that prior to this event, files and photos of all the
white families invited to this retreat had been reviewed by notable
Africans and there was a secret bidding held to assign counselors to
certain daughters and sons invited to camp. Afolabi personally paid
handsomely for this luscious white prize and intended to get his
money's worth with or without her consent.
The African dance class was soon over and was followed by a regular
dance format of disco and slow dancing. After several fast beat
dances, music to a slow dance came on and Afolabi took Candy's hands
and pulled her to him. Candy had never danced with a black man let
alone close and touching one. Feeling his arms slide around her back
and waist then pressing her against him made her nervous. He was so
tall that the top of her head barely reached his chest. As she looked
up she noticed that his dark eyes were affixed on her and seemed to
hypnotize her.
"Mr. Afolabi, please do not hold me this close. My father would not
approve and I feel uncomfortable doing this." "Relax little girl,
this is just part of your introduction to bonding with African culture
and there is no harm intended," Afolabi replied.
His words seemed assuring until Candy began to feel a hardening in the
African's crotch area against her chest. My God, she thought. This
man is becoming sexually aroused and behind his white shorts something
black and big is rubbing against my chest. This can't be happening.
Please, no.
He held her tight as his black cock was almost bursting out of his
shorts. The more Candy squirmed the more she felt it throbbing between
her breasts. The African then reached under her arms lifting her up
and again held her close while they danced as Candy grew even more
frightened.
Candy struggled and pushed the African away as she regained her footing
ending the dance. "I apologize Mr. Afolabi, but I'm tired and also
feel uneasy about this. Besides, I need to find my sisters and see if
they are okay."
"I mean no harm girl. If you are referring to the bulge in my
shorts, that's only natural and in Africa it is a compliment, not a
threat. You have much to learn about our ways and culture. Go then
and I will see you for the next activity." Little did Candy know
what he meant by the "next activity."
It was late into the night as the full moon helped the lamplights glow
on the path leading to her tent. Not halfway there she heard the moans
of a girl coming from a counselor's hutch. Curiously, she approached
the hutch and peeked inside. Shockingly, she saw the small head of a
very young British girl gasping as a black African man held her hands
behind her back with one hand while the other hand was on her behind.
Her skirt up to her waist and her blouse open, she was lying on her
side pressed against him as he was trying to penetrate her. "Please,
no, don't do this to me," she pleaded. "I'm a good girl and my
father would kill you for forcing yourself on me. This is not why I
came to this retreat....please, stop." "Shut up white girl, your
father is not here and you're going to spread those legs and le me
have my way with you.. I paid much money to be your counselor and you
are mine for the next three days. If you refuse to open your legs I
will use your pretty little mouth but you might choke on a cock this
size."
She was crying and pleading but the black African would have no part in
her refusing him. He pressed harder and his black cock pushed her legs
apart and with a sudden hump pushed into her vagina. "Oh my, oh my,
it hurts....pleaseeee, no," she moaned. The African then placed his
hand over her mouth as he began to slowly stroke his black manhood into
her. Her head bobbled up and down as her cries were muffled and tears
flowed down her cheeks. Candy was horrified. She had never seen a
couple having sex let alone such a young white girl being raped by a
jet- black thrusting African.
After only minutes the African rolled over on top of the girl and his
black buttocks was in full bore. Her cries became moans as her hands
and arms tried in vain to push him away. The young girl's small
white legs were raised in the air and quivered as she unexpectedly
surrendered an orgasm. Then, the black African began violently shaking
as he spewed his load of jism into her belly. He released his hand
from her mouth and she made no more sounds. Her eyes were glossy and
her virginity was no more. She was Africanized and would be impaled on
hard black African cock for the next three days. Candy was shocked at
what she saw. This poor girl raped into submission. Nervously, she
left, hopefully finding her sister.
Candy rushed to her sister's tent. Only 30 meters from it she again
heard moans. "Oh, my gosh, Dana is in trouble," she thought.
Candy lightly pulled the tent flap back and she became even more
horrified. There was her sister, Dana, between two thrusting Africans.
One was penetrating her vagina and the other beginning to penetrate her
butt. Yet Dana was clutching her counselor's back and neck and
kissing him as she moaned....uhhh, uhhh, oh, oh. oh, awh, awh, fuck me,
fuck me....ohhhh. Candy, just moments before saw her first black
seduction but now she was witnessing a white woman in the clutch of and
being impaled by two very black Africans. More horrid, this was her
SISTER. And, Dana seemed to be enjoying it.
Candy did not know what to do at this point. Perhaps she needed to
find a phone and call her parents to get them out of this place. Yet
the pavilion was closed and she did not know where to find a phone.
Frightened and unsure what to do she sought the security of her tent
and after entering she tied the flaps shut and lay down on the bed.
This fun trip had turned into a nightmare, she thought.
It was midnight and after a short cry Candy was very tired and soon
fell asleep. An hour later a voice spoke, "Miss Candy, are you
okay." Suddenly awakened, Candy answered, "who is it?" "It is
your counselor, Afolabi. I come to make sure you are secure and safe.
May I enter?" Candy was perplexed, not knowing what to do so she got
up and went to the tent front. "I'm okay but scared Mr. Afolabi.
Please, leave me alone so I can get some rest."
"Miss Candy, I sense you are concerned about certain things you may
have seen but I need to speak with you and explain so you can feel
secure. Besides, I have something that will make you feel at ease and
rest better tonight," he insisted. Candy thought, yea I bet. "No,
only a few minutes of your time Miss Candy and I will leave," the
African promised..
Candy untied the flaps of the tent knowing it was probably futile being
only in a tent. Afolabi entered but he only had on his white shorts
with no shirt. He also was adorned with an African necklace and
bracelets on his right arm. More strikingly, he had a beautiful gold
Rolex worn tightly on his left wrist that shined and reflected in the
lamplight. Candy, for some reason, had always thought that Rolexes
were sexy but never had touched one.
Afolabi being 6'8" tall was bent over trying not to hit his head on
the tent top. "Miss Candy, please join me in enjoying an African
herb that will relax you and make you rest easy through the night."
"What is it," she replied. "It is called Jambi and is used for
medicinal care and relaxation in our country." Afolabi lit up the
rolled like cigarette and inhaled it. Candy had never smoked, much
less smoked things like pot and was very hesitant to partake.
"Please, do not worry Miss Candy. This is harmless and very relished
by people of our country," Afolabi insisted.
"Okay, if I do smoke some of it will you leave me to get some
sleep?" Candy replied. "Yes girl, I am only doing this to help you
relax," replied Afolabi.
Candy took the joint and inhaled it. After abruptly coughing she again
inhaled it and tasted the sweet aroma. Afolabi then inhaled it again
as he passed it back to her. After several times of inhaling the smoke
Candy felt a sudden calm and felt more at ease with the situation.
Being in a strange place and at the moment alone with a giant black
African was intimidating to say the least but after a few minutes those
fears began to fade away. She had tried to push those sights of the
young British girl being raped and her sister being ravaged by two
Africans out of her mind but it was still bothering her. Yet, this was
Candy's first independent chance to appear as if she was old enough
to be responsible and not just a small girl.
As she began to feel high and relaxed, Candy asked if she could touch
his Rolex watch. Afolabi extended his hand to her while placing his
other hand on her shoulder. The touch of his watch felt cool and
somewhat exciting to her for some reason as she rubbed the crystal face
along with his black hand. Afolabi was pleased that she was more
relaxed. "Miss Candy, this tent is so small to my frame. Let us go
outside and walk over to the waterfall so I can stretch my legs if you
will. I will then explain to you why some things occur in this
retreat.
Candy was feeling more high by now and the thought of walking through
the bush with a black African no longer seemed to concern her. She was
enjoying the freedom, the high and now strangely the excitement of
being with a real man who was seemingly was guarding her from peril.
Yes, he was big, he was black but his voice was caring. Surely this
African would respect her she thought. Yes, she was naïve.
By the waterfall there was a large trunk tree on a grassy knoll where
it seemed so serene and the tall African led Candy to the base of the
tree. She was mesmerized by the beauty of the full moon night along
with the flowing waterfall. Afolabi knew that the effects of the herb
he had given her would grow even stronger. For him, the herb made his
lust for this little girl intensify so that again his long stiffened
black cock was almost peaking out from the top of his shorts. Tia was
unaware of that as she had never been high like this and was just
innocently enjoying the serene night and sounds along with the full
moon.
As Candy gazed at the waterfall the tall African was behind her and
draped an arm over her shoulder and the other around her waist. Again,
as at the dance, she felt his hardening manhood rub against her but she
was high and almost hypnotized by the moment. She glanced at the shine
of his Rolex as his hand slowly slid back up to her neck slightly
touching her breast. His deep melodic voice was soothing as he told her
of his homeland and how they wanted to bond with people of other races
and cultures. He made her feel like a woman in that he invited her
response and listened to her views.
Afolabi began humming a tribal tune as he softly held her shoulders
swaying her slowly.
"You are so lovely, my blonde princess." How do you feel?" "I
feel strange yet mesmerized by the beauty of the small waterfall and
the cool night air," she replied. The tall African could no longer
contain himself. He slowly slid his hand into her blouse lightly
fondling her breast. Candy calmly protested, "no, please don't. I
want to just enjoy being out here," she nervously spoke. "And
indeed you will my little girl. Just pretend you are a white maiden
held captive by a black African warrior. You will soon feel joys that
you would have never imagined."
She felt his arms holding her tighter and the warm breath on her
shoulder as he exhaled. Then, Afolabi told her to close her eyes and
just stand there listening to the sounds of the night as he released
her. Candy stood at the base of the tree with her eyes closed and
forgot about the outside world while she slowly swayed in the cool
African breeze.
Again, slowly the African's gold adorned arm slid over her shoulder
as the other held her hip. She felt him press against her back but
shockingly it was different. She abruptly turned and there was Afolabi
completely naked with a huge black cock erect starring her in the face.
"Oh my God, no. You promised to take care of me but not like
this," she cried. You are too big and too black for an innocent
young white girl like me to be alone with like this. Especially naked!
Please escort me back to my tent now."
"My apologies Miss Candy but as an African tribal man I have never
seen a creature so lovely as yourself. From the moment I first met
you, it has been my dream and desire to open those small white legs and
fill you with my manhood. I will try and make it as bearable as
possible until you are no longer a virgin and your juices accept my
manhood inside you. Trust me, you will find being loved on by this
African a feeling of much joy and sexual pleasure."
"Are you crazy? Candy yelled. "I thought you were my friend and
unlike the other Africans....I thought you respected me. Is this why
you brought me to the falls? So you can rape me......Please, let me go.
My sister has already been taken by you black heathens. I am just a
young girl and do not want a black nigger man touching me. Let alone
invading my body. I'm leaving!"
Candy quickly tried to side step him and run but Afolabi grabbed her by
the waist holding her up and pressing her against the smooth bark tree.
Then he pulled up her skirt and began removing her panties as she
wiggled helplessly. "Oh my gosh, please don't take my clothes
off....no, no. Get your black nigger hand out of my panties!" she
shouted. Her racial comment infuriated Afolabi but he smiled with his
white ivories gleaming while his hand ripped her panties off and then
his black fingers found her vagina, "Ow," she yelped as then two
fingers opened her canal while she struggled with her back against the
tree.
Candy suddenly felt his black finger invasion into her and yelped.
"No, no, don't do that....please." It was only a moment after he
had pressed his fingers into her that he began guiding his cock between
her legs. Her feet were dangling in the air as he held her bottom with
one hand and her left leg with the other.
All of a sudden she felt the head of his black cock find her opening
and thrust a few inches into her. She squealed. Her hymen was now
broken and he slowly pressed more cock into her. Pain shot through her
but also an unexpected sexual tingling moment. She yelped out loud.
Afolabi whispered, "Shiii, no sounds girl, there could be dangerous
animals around and they beckon to sounds in the night. Just place your
hands around my neck for support and don't fight me......for your own
good.
Candy was scared. Not only about wild animals but mostly about this
wild African man beginning to deflower her. His black cock was
pressing deeper into her and she tried to hold her self up by pulling
on his neck but her arms were getting weak and her weight was slowly
impaling her on his big cock. Her back rubbed against the tree as her
head bobbled up and down. Now her womanly juices began lubricating his
rod and he thrust deeper into her inch by inch.
Thank goodness her father could not see this strange picture in the
wild. His petite young flower being vigorously fucked by a big black
African with her limp legs dangling above the ground while his shiny
black buttocks rigorously humped her against the tree.
Suddenly Candy felt something she had never experienced. Her body
begin tingling and her first orgasm erupted as she foamed and slobbered
on both sides of her mouth.....her eyes starring into the lusting eyes
of her black conqueror as he pushed even more pulsating black cock into
her belly.
She was now completely helpless riding his manhood as he bucked up and
down. Her weakened arms fell to her side as he tightly held her
against the tree. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, you're splitting me
in half she cried....please no more, no more, nooooo ouuuu."
Afolabi was about to explode into this little girl and his throbbing
black cock became even more rigid. "Girl, get ready to accept my
African jism spewing into your belly.....it's about to cum !"
"No, please don't cum in me, please, please...no, please don't
cum in me....I'm too young, no, no, no, nooooo," she pleaded in a
weakened voice. Her pleas made Afolabi even more excited and he pulled
her away from the tree and just stood in open air with his muscular
black arms holding her frail white body as this little blonde girl was
dangling up and down on his black cock while more than half of his 10
inches had finally pushed into her.
Her legs were shaking as they clutched his buttocks for support from
the pain. "Oh my God....please take it out....pleaseeee. Your're
splitting me in half....it's too big.....Oh, oh, oh, don't,
don't, noooo....I can't take this !!! I don't want to be raped
by a black nigger African. My father would disown me. Oh, please,
please, nooooo. Oh my gosh, my gosh. You'r starting to spew into
me...please No....No, No, nooooo !!"
Afolabi began shaking and groaning as he began to shout, "it's
cuming, it's cuming, you is mine now completely, here it cums, here
it cums you white beauty...I'm filling you with my African jism....Oh
my Lord, oh my Lord I can feel myself spewing into your body. You cums
to Africa....Ahhhhhhhhhh!"
Like a bolting shot Candy felt him blow his load into her belly and
again she erupted in orgasm as her head tilted back and the night stars
became blurred from being split on African cock. His cum filled her so
that it began sliding down her legs and soon dripped from her ankles.
This was indeed a strange sight. Here was a huge black man with a
small white girl impaled on his black cock as she became limp, silent
and motionless. With his black hands holding her bottom and back,
Afolabi then carried her back to his hutch while his softened but still
large cock remained buried inside her. Raped and impaled on African
cock she had surrendered as her weakened arms again held his neck and
her small white legs wrapped around his black waist for support.
Her father would have been horrified at this sight. Seeing the apple
of his eye impaled and pumped up and down on a throbbing jet- black
cock while the African sucked on her lips. Her small body being
pressed against a 6'8" muscular black African as her glossed over
turquoise eyes succumbed to the rape of her virgin body. Then,
straddling him for support, with his cock still inside of her, being
hurried to the privacy of his hutch. He would be even more infuriated
had he listened to her initial sounds of protest replaced by mixed
moans comprised of pain and pleasure.
Her father would soon see this in person after the entire family
became Africanized. Horrifying, as it may seem, he would prosper by
the surrender of his loved ones to African lust only to be later
addressed.
Candy was now Africanized and when they arrived at his hutch he laid
her on his bed. Afolabi slid her top off, exposing her young breasts
and stood there just admiring the young white body of this beautiful
young blonde creature. Viciously black fucked, Candy was weak along
with being very tired. She fell asleep. Afolabi let her sleep for
some time as he rested and smoked some more Jambi. He sat there
starring at this so young and petite blonde girl and as his large black
manhood slowly began stiffening again.
After smoking some more herb, Afolabi's black cock became rock hard
again. This is what he had previously paid for but never in his
wildest dreams imagined that such a gorgeous young white creature would
be his.
She was awakened when the naked black African laid himself on top of
her. "Please, not again," she pleaded. "No, no, please don't
put your black nigger dick in me again...I'm very sore and tired.
How can I face my father?" "Hush my little white child," Afolabi
interrupted. "Do as I tell you girl! Open those small white legs
while I rub some jelly in you so you can take all of me, as you refer
to as nigger dick, in your body. "Okay, now lay back on the mat.
I'll go easy on you until your juices are flowing." Again, Candy
was scarred as this large black man held her small legs up and guided
his cock into her vagina. He then held her wrists above her head with
one hand as he gazed into her wide opened eyes. His other hand held her
rear. "Please take it out before you cum in me, please!" she
muttered. "Girl, just lay there while I fill you with my black
manhood. Oh, my God, Girl...you feel so tight....soooo good,
Ahhhh."
As Afolabi began to stroke, he laid his chest on her small body. No
one could have seen this tiny girl if looking from above. This black
African was that big. All one could see was a charcoal body as his
black buttocks was began to move up and down while small white legs
appeared at times as they quivered in the air.
Gasping as her vagina was being stretched by his black pulsating vein
hardened cock, her eyes opened wide when his head curled downward
kissing and sucking on her mouth with his tongue in her throat.
Again, his black body began shaking and then started rigorously pumping
as his black arms griped her tight. Candy knew that he was going to
unleash his sperm into her again but she was helpless. She could not
move from his grip. Finally, surrendering to his lust Candy's legs
rose and started shaking in the air as her body began jolting from a
huge orgasm. Her legs wrapped around his black buttocks opening
herself up. She was now giving herself to being split and raped again
under this sweaty black African. Most of his 10" black cock was in
her. Her arms tightly griped his black waist as she tilted her head to
the side under his chest and starred at the lamp glow on the hut floor.
With a sudden jolt she felt his cock swell and harden even more as the
black African's cock erupted filling her with ounces of African cum.
Her eyes became glossy and rolled back. Her mouth was open again as
saliva poured from her mouth. Her arms that clutched his black
shoulders had fallen to her side and her legs slowly slid to rest on
the grass mat below. Tadpoles were invading her body and the remaining
sperm poured from between her legs as the satisfied African pulled his
black cum dripping cock from between her thighs. He slowly rolled over
and lay beside her.
Candy was truly Africanized that night. Little did she know that she
would eventually be made a slave to black cock.....and black bred on
African sperm. As for now, she was owned by Afolabi, but eventually
even larger black cocks would seek her out and fill her belly with
African spunk.
The next morning, the youngest of the family, the 14 year- old blonde
twins, Shawn and Tia, finished an early breakfast and were summoned to
the pavilion. They were excitingly surprised to learn that they were
chosen to be guests on an African safari. They were told that it was
approved by their older sister, Dana....it was not. Dana and Candy
were not aware that the twins were going to be taken on a "so
called" safari trip. This was not even approved by their parents but
apparently was planned by the African camp leader after a large sum of
money had changed hands.
Not surprisingly, their guides were three very black Africans along
with a driver. Young Shawn was coaxed into the safari limo along with
his young sister, Tia. They were innocently exited about their
unexpected safari trip as they boarded the vehicle. The black Africans
sat the two in different row seats. Tia, was seated in the rear seat
behind a tinted glass barrier with an African sitting on each side
while Shawn was placed in the second row seat with another African.
Little did Shawn know that this black African was a pedophile and that
this black African had never been this close to a white boy.....at
least not until now. Neither, Shawn or his twin sister knew what
African lust was. They had no idea as to the possible dark dangers when
young white teens are exposed to being alone with black Africans in the
absence of their parents..
The black African's arm was draped around Shawn's shoulder while
his rolex adorned wrist lightly rested on the boy's knee. The deep
dark skin of the 28 year-old African was in stark contrast to the
blonde haired, blue eyed and creamy white skin of Shawn. This young
and naïve lad innocently thought that this black man was just being
friendly. The African was friendly indeed, but also excited sitting
next to such a pretty morsel as young Shawn. He was anxious in
anticipation as the retreat gates disappeared in the rear view mirror
and eager with excitement to make the boy's trip pleasurable to both
of them. The bulge in the African's shorts grew increasingly as the
ride continued.
Shawn's sister, sitting in the rear seat between the two other black
Africans, squirmed nervously as she felt separated from her brother.
She was then shocked to see the African on her right light up a rolled
cigarette, drag on it and pass it to the other Black on her left. The
aroma was sweet but the smoke seemed dormant and floated inside the
limo. After only a few minutes she felt light-headed from breathing in
the discarded smoke
. "Please roll down the window, sir. I cannot breathe properly,"
she politely requested. "Yes, miss Tia. After another minute we
will open the vent. Besides, you will enjoy the effects of this herb.
Both of us will see to that." Tia, feeling strange, was puzzled by
that comment. That is, until roaming black hands began to playfully
touch and tease her body as the safari limo drove further into the
African wilds.
As they turned onto a dirt road headed into the game sanctuary, Shawn
faintly heard his sister's muffled objections behind the glass
barrier. He turned and shockingly saw a black arm tightly wrapped
around her chest and arms while another black hand was over her mouth.
Her back was pulled against the chest of the African while the hands of
the other African were holding her struggling legs as his head began
lowering. Her skirt appeared to have been pulled up. His sister's
eyes were wide in fear and her body was squirming.
Just then, The African next to Shawn, grabbed the boy's head and
turned it away. "Do not watch them. There is no worry, they are
only teasing with your sister," he insisted. As the African closed
the curtains on the tinted dividing window he calmly ask, "Boy, have
you ever been touched by a black African man?" Shawn could not
believe what he was hearing or seeing. Then a black hand pressed him
to lie back on the seat while the other hand began to rub his legs.
This was not going to be just a short safari trip.
This story, as relayed to me, was based on an actual segment of events
that victimized a white family in Nigeria over 25 years ago. The
detailed account of what followed during the rest of the twin's
safari trip cannot be continued due to the ages of the two teens
involved.
Personally, I abhor it and in no way condone the sexual abuse or
exploitation of minors. Sadly, a number of African cultures differ
immensely on this and have no regard for minors. Black on white forced
sexual domination as well as the reverse has been prevalent throughout
history no matter what age the victim is. It still is today. Yes,
there are underage victims in every country even though it is illegal.
But worst of all, a number of countries in Africa along with India and
several Asian countries do not police it and thereby allow this
despicable practice to take place without prosecuting the predator.
Hopefully, these types of atrocities may one day be eradicated but
sadly, I tend to think not.