I bet you’ve all heard the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’. Well, everyone’s heard the bloody saying but that hasn’t stopped anyone poking their noses in places they don’t belong has it?
Nope. Even the wisest man will get himself in a wee bit of trouble because of the C-word. Even I will act a fool sometimes and that’s a rare event I’ll have you know. Well, into what bush did I stick my nose?
We men of colour have this itch that we’ve totally failed to scratch. That itch is our love for our Caucasian sisters.
That’s right; every black guy I know wouldn’t think twice about having a fling with a white girl.
Despite the best efforts of the Ku Klux Klan’s lynching mobs we black men are attracted to white women like moths to a flame.
A while back, I had a small sort of fling with a lovely white lady. Things were great, she was fun. I was enjoying myself and so was she.
Problem was, I didn’t think that whatever we were doing had an expiry date beyond a few weeks. So, there I was…having a blast, not worrying about tomorrow, presuming she was on the same wavelength. Nooo. The lady was tuned into another radio programme.
Well, like most summer flings when the end of the festivities arrived and she got a plane out of this country, I thought that was that.
I started to re-introduce the OB to the local customers (our girls) but I soon found out that I had not been clear with my summer fling.
I started getting phone calls from overseas and finally got a marriage proposal!
“HOLD ON”! She thought we had a future together…she talked about coming back. You should have seen me scramble.
I gave her some drivel about tender young age and our total uncompatibility. By the time she was done with me I was sweating blood.
But she didn’t come back…thank goodness. What’s the moral of the story?
Stick with the locals my fellow men. Girls here know that we are two-timing dogs and treat us thus. Others may take your kind nature for marriage material. GOD FORBID!