White men in Africa

Ferdinand Berkhof | Thursday November 21, 2013 12:46

White men in Africa. Although they come in a large variety of flavours, backgrounds and intentions, there is one thing they all have in common, at least in the view of the girls I am referring to. White men equal money. If you manage to hook one of those guys, you're guaranteed a handsome income, a comfortable house with a swimming pool, probably river-side and a Landcruiser not more than five years old. You'll never have to struggle in life again!

And so there they are; the unlikely couples of whites over sixty and the mini-skirt beauties of barely twenty years old, quite often with the girl pushing a pram carrying the results of their unlikely passion. It's truly not a very uncommon sight at all. The men in question would never even dare to look at a girl that age in their countries of origin, simply because they know they wouldn't have the smallest possible fraction of a chance. But in these areas, colour counts and you can be a Don Juan no matter your age, looks or crutches. And many men actually make use of the advances by these girls. Many of the girls however soon find out that they're merely being used as fast-food; they become a quick juicy bite before being discarded.

During my sixteen years here, I have on numerous occasions been approached by the girls mentioned above. I'm over fifty myself now and I am definitely getting older in various ways. The young ladies in my part of town have over the years learned they were wasting their time though. They found it a bit weird but eventually apparently accepted that I was fully committed to my wife. But now that my wife has been out of town for some time, the attempts, the rumours and the intrigues all of a sudden are on the rise again. This prompted me to post the following message on a number of locations on Facebook:

 

Declaration of Allegiance

To all female members of the human species, or at least those between, let's say, 18 and 58 years of age, especially those in my immediate surroundings.

I wish to formally declare that I am fine, I am okay, more than okay actually where it comes to female companionship. In 1991 I met a young lady who stole my heart forever. To be perfectly honest, she didn't actually steal it because I gave it away willingly and it's hers to keep. When I said 'yes' to the 'until death do you part' bit of the wedding vows I meant it wholeheartedly.

So, to all those female members of the human species mentioned above, I publicly declare that I am not interested in any of you. Just because she's not around at the moment, doesn't mean I am now suddenly available for whatever you're interested in. I'm not right now and I never will be.

I don't care how young, pretty, sexy, hot or kinky you are or think you are. I don't even care if you've got money. I am not available because I know what I have and that's all I want and will ever need.

So save your energy, save your petty efforts and your pathetic little intrigues for someone else. In short: bugger off. I'm taken.