Why I Love African Women
A lot of people believe African women are beautiful. I also do. Beyond the skin-deep attraction, I consider them to be quick-witted, warm-hearted and highly resourceful. Even those that appear to be exceptions are simply treasures hidden beneath piles of dirt. To unravel their true nature, all you need is a little clawing at them, and maybe, some form of drilling.
Their charm is available in varying and endless offerings like the menu list of a five-star restaurant. On the list are a dark-colored epidermis that glitters in contrast when adorned with glowing ornaments, a brown-shaded skin that professes the natural beauty of the earth, and an exceptionally light-hued hide that demands you to stop and acknowledge her elegance. Another list, based on the size of your appetite is also available. On the list is an abundant variation of slim african women (referred to as “Lepa” by some) for those with small appetite, an excess of big african women (“Orobo”) for those with large appetite, and a wide range of other women for those whose appetite range in between. Whichever delicacy you choose, the spice of good lips, salt of sexy eyes and the sauce of feminine features are never compromised.
They are as witty as they are beautiful, and sometimes more. The days of their relegation to the lower rung of the intelligence ladder are long gone. If you undermine them, believing that the perceived weakness in them extends to their cerebral muscles, you do so at your peril. They top their classes in citadels of learning, lead the pack in professional forays and give their male counterparts in business circles a run for their money. This is not the only measure of their brilliance. Try engaging them in a conversation when you lack a bit of mental fitness, and you will be left feeling stupid afterwards. However, if you measure up, you are guaranteed a good time dotted with interludes of humor.
Many argue that their apparent ability to love foolishly is a grand defect. I think otherwise. Nothing could be farther from the truth. While I do not advocate for plain foolishness in matters of the heart, some form of foolishness is surely required. To me, African women are simply warm-hearted and kind-spirited. Agreed, it takes an amount of investment to warm your way into their heart, but once you are in, it takes a greater show of disinterest to get evicted. During your residence, you get lavished with great shows of affection, unimaginable sacrifices and frequent displays of jealousy. Little wonder the magnitude of their wrath when you decide to relocate. Beyond this, they derive a level of spirituality from this nature. Using the Christian faith as an example, their overwhelming presence in churches attests to this fact. A further proof is the number of women who wait behind after service to see the church pastor for counseling. Pastors confirm that most of those women seek counseling on matters relating to the welfare of either their husband/partner or children. Their personal welfare is rarely utmost. This selflessness on their part cuts across faith.
Civilization is definitely not treating culture as sacred. Spurred on by the internet, it is taking down anything along its path to globalization. Our women have also not been spared in this catching up. While there are drawbacks from this, the increasing sophistication of our women is a cause for delight. African women now have options of specialization when they get married. With their resources and skills, they can choose to be any of a “career woman”, “political woman”, “part-time housewife”, and the stereotype “full-time housewife”. They have become much more relevant to the society than cooking, house-choring, staying at home, breeding children, and obliging the urges of the night. Ignore their business foresight at your own risk. Decry their financial logic at the expense of your losses. Downplay their resources and expose your economic vulnerabilities.
Now, I must warn you quickly. Like every other good thing in life, our women don’t come cheap. You need a blend of good family history and a proven lifetime of hardwork to afford them. Whichever ratio makes up the mix is dependent on your taste in women; and theirs in men. You might not need to heed the warning if all you desire is fun. However, if you crave something deeper, I’ll simply advice you in pidgin: “If you never chop belleful, no try am at all at all”. Despite my advice, if you still feel confident about your decision and the depth of your pocket, there are certain pricing structures that you should get familiar with. Pardon my error! I meant to say bridging structures. Anyway, there are those that are downright expensive and the others that are technically expensive.
All in all, my guess is that you shouldn’t raise eyebrows since you are just like me who loves African women.
