For Brothers Only: I Have A Craving…

by Wayo Guy

My dear brothers:

I have a craving.

In all my brief travels to the cities of the world, particularly in Europe, and residence in North America, one prominent craving that swells through my inside and saturates my soul is a craving for the African woman. It is a craving so bad that it overwhelms my nightly insomnia into insignificance.

Do you have the same craving as me?

My brothers, this craving is entirely platonic, of unbridled purity of heart, and completely innocent in every way. No dishonorable desire accompanies this maddening craving. It is a craving for a glimpse of she who reminds me of my sisters, a sight of she who is like my mother, a peek at she who brings memories of my aunts, a gaze at she whose likeness compares to my nieces. In short, it is a craving for the presence of she without whom I am nothing — the African woman.

Now, someone somewhere said that ‘out of sight is out of mind’. Oh, how wrong he was! He was wrong a thousand times. He was wrong because he never met me. He was wrong because he never spoke to me. If he had, I would have informed him that the ‘out of sight’ of the African woman causes such ravaging mental distress to me that I am a living proof of his wrongness. But absence, someone else said, makes the heart grow fonder. Now, my brothers, that was the man of correctness! Let him speak!

My brothers, are you wondering why the presence around me of women of other races and nationalities cannot assuage my craving? You say, after all, the African women come in varying shapes and hues just like the European and American women. But, my brothers, a house is not a home. Just like the peace, the tranquility, and the serenity that come with a home, the shapes and hues and the general mannerisms of the African women are irreplaceable to a real African man.

Brothers, my understanding of the dynamics of my craving is that they are strictly esoteric and strictly nonphysical. I do not engage here in the physical comparisons of my African sisters to our sisters in the foreign nations. Nor do I compare our sisters to the women of the other races. No, my goal is more difficult. I am strictly embarked, in this letter to you, in a rather difficult project of attempting to put in words what goes on inside me when I have not seen the woman of my dreams — the African woman. For want of a better word, I call it a craving.

As I sign off, I ask myself whether I have fully conveyed to you, the reader, why only the presence of an African woman would assuage my craving when I am away from home. I answer the question in the negative. I have not done the best possible job here. But I do not ascribe this inadequacy of my writing to a failure of the English language. I ascribe it to the esoteric nature of the craving and the maddening and overwhelming mental need, which cannot be fully described in words but instead must be experienced if one is to comprehend it. Perhaps you too have this craving. Perhaps if you too have this experience, then the inadequacy of my description of this desire will not matter.

I have a craving for the African woman – the woman of my dreams.

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honey February 21, 2007 - 10:42 am

I would like to say a big THANK YOU! to the words written by such a romantic and appreciative man. It is high time african women get the accolade they deserve from african men. Instead of being virtually ignored and tolerated by them. I hope this is not just a "one-off" and more african men have this same view point. It is good for us as africans to appreciate one another. Cheers!

Anonymous September 9, 2005 - 5:43 pm

Ask a sista to hook you up bro…

Anonymous July 22, 2005 - 10:52 pm

Daaaaaaalu!!!! Thank You!!! Ose gan!!! Na gode!!!!Its about that time…Well said brother.

I am a sister and I enjoyed reading it….Ronke PA

Anonymous June 30, 2005 - 7:06 pm

Very well written!

Anonymous June 23, 2005 - 5:27 pm

His choice of words is sublime

Anonymous June 23, 2005 - 2:51 pm

good to last drop!!!!!!!!!!!!!


my brother

from an african queen

Anonymous June 19, 2005 - 9:59 pm

Well written, focused piece. Appropriate and relevant topic. Kudos for presenting African women in a good light which runs contrary to the negative world view propagagted by western media and some ignorant Africans. We are usually told that everything ugly is African. Our full lips and rounded hips are presented as undesirable, yet many super models are receiving regular injections on their lips and cosmetic surgery on their hips to artificially obtain what the African woman has been given naturally by God. Great topic, quite timely.

Anonymous June 15, 2005 - 10:04 am

This was absolutely wonderful. Well said. I truly feel appreciated in a society that seems to forget we are here.

Anonymous June 14, 2005 - 7:32 pm

why was it titled 'for brothers only'?

well, i am a sister and i must say it felt good to know that a brother feels strongly about THE AFRICAN WOMAN.




Anonymous June 14, 2005 - 3:14 pm

Would like to know when this craving is assuaged.


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