My interest in Africa

My interest in Africa came to me in a roundabout way. At age 8 I went to my parents and asked them what they would say if I married a black woman when I grew up. To my surprise they answered that they would have no problem with that and that they would accept her as everyone else.

At age 17 and almost innocent I happened to meet an African black girl in a discotheque in Copenhagen, now called Inn in Nørregade. She was so beautiful, sensuous, mysterious, wild at heart and two years older than me. I got so curious when I saw her that I simply had to talk to her. Though young and insecure I gathered my strength and actually asked her to dance with me, and to my joy she accepted.

I quickly became infatuated with her sensual charisma and her exotic background, and consequently we became romantically involved. I meet all her friends, among them many Africans from different Nations in Africa. We went to many different African parties as well. This was my first exposure to Africa, African culture, and last but not least African black women.

African women are the most graceful women I have ever meet, they carry their culture with pride and graceful dignity, and their sensuality can not help but infatuate in the first meeting and all other meetings thereafter. Black women has been sort of my destiny ever since my first meeting with that first African girl.

Gradually my interest for Africa, the people, and the different cultures in Africa developed with my increased association with Africans. As I got into a relationship with a Mauritian black woman, though far from African, I never really lost connection with Africans, and in the 7 years we were together my craving for Africa, African culture and the scent of African women increased. Consequently we broke up and I immediately picked up where I left off.

Africa, Africans and African culture had become a big part of me by this time, and I found my different romantic relationships among Africans whom I felt associated with, comfortable and home with. As time went on I got into a relationship with an African woman and finally got the chance to go to Kenya and visit her family, take a safari, and travel to different parts of the country. This was in many ways one of the most important trips I have ever made, as it only confirmed my love for Africa, Africans and African culture.

Nothing lasts forever and neither did we, but my passion for Africa, Africans and African culture did not suffer from this break, again it only increased and again I found interesting relationships with African women. This has lead to many contacts in the African community in Denmark, a community which is quite vast. There are frequent African parties, concerts or cultural gatherings somewhere in Copenhagen. On Sundays in the summer period (June-August) if the weather is good, Africans meet in "Fælledparken" and eat African food, arrange football matches between the different countries, talk and discuss home issues.

The whole scene resembles the African market where people meet to drink, eat, buy food, have their hair done etc. I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world, even a trip to the beach doesn't appeal to me like this event does. This is in many ways our little piece of Africa right here in Copenhagen.

Though Africa fell into my lap by coincidence, it surely was in the best way possible and by far the most charming, an experience I often think about and am grateful to have had. My association with Africa, Africans and the African culture has had a positive impact on me and with certainty changed me profoundly and possible made me a more tolerant person.