This whole African obsession is just to get a root yeah?
I imagine it went down in this kinda sequence -
• African community more embracive of thicker bodies generally. A place where Amy didn’t feel self conscious and inadequate for not actually being the size 10 she pretends to be.
• Made ‘friends’ with younger African men who happily eat her food and accept lifts to and from places by soberLou. Mistakes them taking her charity as them being keen.
• In a moment/s of weakness, one/several of them have thrown the leg over because hey, why hole’s a goal and sometimes a bloke just wants to get their dick wet
• BootyLou thinks she’s made it. This is it. She’d an African Queen. Alas, the sex dries up.
• The first round of dance classes happens - surely some sexy moves on the D floor will secure her some D til she’s sore.
• Much to her shock and horror, the 3 day intensive of dancing doesn’t result in a smorgasbord of African Sausage.
• She ramps up the BBQs, the late night feasts, attendance at The Beat, the local basketball pop in… and still her itch remains unscratched.
• Now the conclusion is “if I can dance like all those cool African women at The Beat, the men might respond well to me being in heat”
And here we are. Daily dance lessons in a desperate bid for someone to please fuck her.