Horny males turn heads and roll eyes whenever she walks by their side and within their sight, displaying her generous backside. While she moves herself slowly, back straight, and head up, their dirty minds are racing, craving for her generous bust and outrageously curvy and swinging hips . Yes African beauty queen, it is you I am describing. The hidden or declared fantasy of every man from Casablanca to Cape Town and Asmara to Praia. Your figure depicts perfectly the voluptuous African woman before the “DIET”. Who told you healthy equals to skinny? But in spite of all the warnings, you persisted even after you reached your ideal weight. Day after day, your feminine attributes started vanishing, leaving your man with a bitter taste of nostalgia remembering when he would tease you with a desire filled « Darling u are just my size » .
What happened to you? Were you sick? Are the questions you get day and night from the majority of the men. Your obsession of becoming the new « slenderness » icon of your town has failed & vanished as surely as your bouncy booty and your juicy body. One relief though: All your girl friends still envy you .Nevertheless you dislike the way your Man glances at Femi’s sexy body. Those are the moments when you really wonder “Why? Why? Why did I have to lose all that weight?” It is not as if you were attracted to European men – they seem to enjoy skinny girls- or if you lived anywhere above the Mediterranean Sea. The fact of the matter is that you live right here in Dakar, Lagos, Libreville or Douala. Kingdoms of males worshipping fleshy bodies and abhorring bony figures.
Honestly speaking, did you have to shed all these kilos/pounds? The mirror reflects the image of a lady with high cheekbones with more bones than cheeks. Chaley! Is that really you? But the worst part being at night when his soft palms caress your body in search for your lost attributes of African feminity. His gestures are loudly complaining every time he is by your side. You can guess it even though he doesn’t say it “Darling your bones are hurting me. His eyes are begging you “Darling please get your body back” .His whole being begging to feel your Body.
Guilty feelings. Why did I want to look like a top model when am just a real woman, living in a real world full of real men? So your fulfilled fantasy of a skinny you has slowly turned into a nightmare? It feels like a part of your womanhood fled with some kilos/pounds. Sorry Girl. Just get back to your good old rice, pounded yam & soup diet. Allow me to laugh out loud! Sorry Laugh Wan Kill me! It will fit back right in your hips. How do you position yourself between the paradox where all your dresses love you, your friends envy your new shape but your African King just wants your old self back. « Darling who told you to lose so much weight? »
That little voice inside of you whispers to your ego: If only I had known. Despising that Ego who wanted a thinner you, parading in tight little dresses. Live & Learn Mam! Next time remember that life is not your favorite glossy magazine and some (I am afraid to say many) like it Big down here in Africa!