Encounters from Down-Under!

Tindi Seje Nuru

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If you know where Newzealand is located on the world map, you may understand why there could be very very few black Africans Down under. So I had a week-long visit to a tiny University Island called Otago, In Dunedin, NZ where there's literally no black man.

Now in the entire South Pacific, these guys have their nocturnal exploits curated in Guinness WRs and so as a practising Kenyan Christian, I set out to explore their nightlife and of course, I secure a table in one of the Reggae churches watching the revellers sway their flat bottoms to the beats of Apple Gabriel. Then the DJ unleashes Bob Marley's 'Africa Unite' which beckons me to the dance floor amidst ululations and chants by the half possessed half holy adherents.

A seemingly respectable well endowed blonde she-patron clasps my hands in the push and shove of the dance, fretting like she's being electrocuted-they're not organized in their dances you know. After a few shouts on my ear, she thrusts her voluptuous self on me, her huge muscular boobs almost suffocating my sight. She then digs her other hand straight into my trouser from my rear as if to check and feel the tip of my Spine, She then calms still with her generous jaws dropping like a dairy cow in an Artificial Insemination session. She then fills the air with air from her belly.....Ohhh!

A bit shocked and disturbed, I go back to my seat where she joins me and prayerfully apologizes to me for the umpteenth time. She explains that they believe Black Africans have tails and so she was on a mission to validate this hypothesis on me. She asks again, "D'you guys really grow tails on your behind?"

To which I respond to the affirmative and further clarify that it's in the front...

#I should've been in Otago again this week, but for this COVID-19!
 
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