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So apparently Africans have been checking for me all year, but I didn’t notice it til the latter part of the summer. After reading older blog posts about my trip to Europe I saw that Dame, the happy Kenyan, tried to get at me at O’Sullivans in Paris. The African security guard at The Eiffel Tower asked me to marry him and held on to my purse for as long as he could during the security check. At the Palace of Versailles the African janitor told me he loved me. Then back here at home I picked up the Tall ass Kenyan named Issac, that thankfully I haven’t seen around the hood (since he can’t follow through on a date). He lives around the corner. Then comes Solomon my Nigerian BBW stalker. He straight came to my job all summer to smile at me and shake my hand. Finally exchanged info. Cool people…but he doesn’t have my heart. Now my favorite Nigerian is over here rocking my world! Is this a sign that I’m not meant to be with an American? WEIRD!! #PRINCEUCHE #RULEROFZAMUNDA #SNACTHEDFROMTHEMOTHERLAND
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