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African culture regards the seduction of sexually active women totally different than that of the western hemisphere. Sadly, there are few laws enf***ed to protect women in some countries and this appalling practice of sexual humiliation has torn families apart. A lot of k**napped women, wives and daughters, have been f***ed into prostitution and sex slavery... especially the young white ones. Many rich black African men lust for white women and have f***efully impregnated many of them as payback for the white man's past wrongs in dividing the African continent. Working as an oil engineer in several African countries during the 1970's through the 1980's, I encountered many bizarre things but have not revealed them until recently. There are some things about Africa that have drawn little press and that are hidden from the American public. Little has been published about the black African leaders, power brokers and businessmen who took sexual advantage of white businessmen and their families. If brought to the public's attention there would be an outcry as to why these things happened. The following story is of one occurrence that I partially witnessed and later became aware of what else had transpired from conversations with two of the daughters. To protect their privacy I have changed the names of the people involved. It was on a Friday afternoon when my African boss, Motambi, gave me several contract documents to deliver to a fellow engineer named Atkins. Atkins had been in ...

... Africa only for a year but somehow had just recently been promoted again over several other long-term English employees. I had wondered as to why he was favored by Motambi but soon I would find out the shocking truth. As I entered the villa where he and his f****y lived I noticed several expensive automobiles parked outside. The gardener met me at the gate and took me to the door. As I entered I thought perhaps that I was intruding as Atkins and his f****y along with several guests were in the f****y room. A bizarre setting in that there were five very black Africans seated on the chairs and sofa with Atkins' three young blonde daughters sitting on several of their laps. I later found out that these men were from wealthy families and worked for the company that Atkins was employed by. His wife, Joan, was seated next to one of the Africans with his arm around her shoulder as she was pouring drinks. Atkins, seemingly blushing, stood up and greeted me. &#034My apologies for interrupting on your meeting but Mr. Motambi gave me these contracts to deliver to you,&#034 I said. I could not help but notice that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time but none of them except for Atkins seem to acknowledge my presence. The Africans appeared high on something and were enjoying the blonde playthings wallowing in their laps. After going over the papers with Atkins in the breakfast room, he suggested we go outside onto the patio. As we walked through the large f****y room I couldn't help ...