My first week here I got my heart broken to find the Mombasa girl I initially met on Afro-Introduction and was lusting over was in the mzungu-tourist night entertainment industry. (Shame on you Bennie-Bear!) ..... Don't even think about opening your heart to a coastal 304. Kilifi, Mombasa, Mtwapa, Nyali, Diani, Bamburi, Malindi ... fuck all those places, cause everybody and their momma and their dog is selling pussy. The goddamned kindergarteners are selling pussy with their goddamned mothers pimping them. NO SHIT! Bank on it! I ended up finding a better choice in Nairobi and I'm pretty content. But don't be dumb enough to start believing the daydream that these multiple decade age difference relationships are steeped in true love rather than money, opportunity, social status and hopes for a better-quality life. Did I forget to include my exotic ameriKKKan accent? I'm well aware of the glue that binds us. But at least I don't "think" I'm swimming in some mzungu colonizer's wet deck. (fingers crossed)
