It’s not that I’m not romantic, I just don’t like anyone telling me what my fella (when I have one) should be doing for me on a particular day in February. I know the ruse and I stopped buying into the hype a long time ago, so it wouldn’t surprise y’all that my post for 14 Feb, isn’t a dummy’s guide to signs that your fella ain’t into you or something more vomit inducing. Each and every day should be special.
True love can be hard to come by, some people grab it when they can, not always for the right reasons, but hey, who am I to judge. My post today is about about an acquaintance of mine, a British woman of a certain age, who made several trips to Kenya on her own starting in 2009. When a man does this, it’s called sex tourism,but what do you call it when the long standing gate keepers of sex, suddenly decide to pay the gate toll?
I’ll call her Bridgit, (not her real name) and I haven’t heard from her in five months although I did receive a very brief message on Face book to say she had been in hospital last Autumn. No explanation why and I didn’t press. Before then she had been AWOL for months, with even a family member posting questions inquiring into her whereabouts on Facebook.
I have known her since 2006 and although she claims to be younger, I’m quite sure she is at least 60, but has a body some ladies in their 30′s would be envious of. Bridgit’s led a very colourful life that started when she left the UK to live in Italy, when she was 18, where she claims she was a dancer and counted Mafia bosses and politicians amongst her lovers in her more youthful days. She also worked on cruise ships and heavens knows where else.
An only child, she returned to the UK to care for her ailing mother, but I got the feeling she couldn’t wait for her mother to die. She developed a successfull home based business and sent for her younger Italian lover, a nice looking fella and a very good crafts man, who spent most of his days stoned out of his mind.
Fast forward some years. Her mother deceased and two other homes added to her portfolio, she vacationed three times in Kenya. Then in early 2010 she told me she was moving there, to be with a Masai warrior she had married on her last trip to Kenya. Sure enough the wedding photos were on Facebook . A beaming sometimes cocky sneering, lanky, skinny ebony warrior in his Masai garb, with his older ivory bride.
Other photos of her with his family and friends all in Masai traditional garb, he killing a goat, her with a herd of goats, holding a young child from his village, Brigit and his mother and the other the women folk. Just your regular family photo album.
I asked about children, knowing how important they are to a traditional African family , “Oh he can marry a younger woman, if he wants to, I don’t mind, I’ll be the head wife” was her response. It also didn’t bother her the Masai’s are traditionally polygamous. As for the language barrier? She said: “We make do.”
You know, I can imagine some old broad who has had a pretty uneventful life doing what Bridgit did, but we are talking of a woman who has seen it all, doesn’t have to make up a story or look for something bizzare in her older years . I’m not saying for one moment, you shrivel up and stagnate once you get to a certain age, I have no intentions of doing that when I get to her age and believe you must always have a sense of wonder and wander, regardless of age, but a man a massai worrior?
There seems to be a colony of these women who flock there for a taste of the legendary Masai sexual prowess, which they remunerate them for. I can’t speak from experience, but I’ve heard it’s “out of this world”, which probably explains why white western women flock there and turn stupid. In Brigit’s case she gave up a good business, left her beloved dog with the Italian boy friend who took him back to Italy.
The myth of Masai sexual prowess is just what it is, a myth amongst some white folks. Besides, I ask you, how good in the sack can a man who belongs to a tribe that mutilates young girls genitals, sentencing her to a life of sexual unfulfillment?
I thought her decision to stay in Kenya may have something to do with her being banned for two years from driving after an unfortunate incident outside a friends house. Nobody was hurt and she never drove the car off the drive way into the road. It just happened that a police officer lived next door and witnessed the argument and a rather inebriated disheveled Brigit.
It meant she couldn’t drive in Europe and since her business depended on her being able to drive, public transport wasn’t an option. A few face book messages exchanged with people who have met her on their trips to Kenya, leads me to believe all is not well with her and that’s not just her health. But more telling could be a message she sent me six months after they made their marriage legal by having a “proper” one with him wearing a suit: ”Yes this time a proper one. It is now nearly six months I am Mrs ****** ************, believe me it is not easy being married to a Masai warrior with an attitude problem!!!! “. So many questions I want to ask her, but I hope she is safe and happy.
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