The Nigerian Immigrant

Being black in white Australia is walking down the streets of Liverpool with seas of people staring after you and you wonder whether you look extra ravenous today or maybe, just maybe, because you’re black. But then again if people stare at you morning, noon and night, when you think you look as hot as Beyonce or Christina Hendricks and when you know you are as scary as Jocelyn Wildenstein or MJ then I think we both know why. Being a black woman in white Australia you notice there are three types of men, men that jump on any African woman they see because they are absolutely in love with bedding African women (creepy i know); men that would probably be willing to sleep with an African woman to cross it off their “to do” list; and men that will be nauseated to imagine sex with an African woman. But then there are men who have no clue that African women are in fact women, that they have feelings, hand, foot, toe nails, boobs, a vagina...they live in a world where they have never met blac...