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Maria - the Burkinabe ....part 1

2:07 am Monday, 6th March, 2017

She had that stout body that West African girls are known for. Her derriere was plump and curvy, her legs strong and sexy, her bust full and succulent. I saw her the moment I walked into the convenience shop where she worked. And from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted to experience her. She turned to me as I walked up to the counter, and with a smile she welcomed me to the shop. Bonsoir, is what she said. Being from an Anglophone country, French was not my staple. However I atleast knew the most important elements of the language and was able to return the greeting with a compliment attached. She smiled, and our eyes met for a brief moment in time, just long enough for a spark to be ignited. I was taken aback, not just by her captivating beauty, but also with the almost instant connection we had forged. Two strangers drawn to each other, and with a minimum of words exchanged. The very definition of 'strong chemistry'. With the little French I knew, I told her she was a sight to behold and asked her what her name was. She looked straight at me as she mouthed her name into that part of me where the fire burns bright and strong. She told me she was called Maria.

 I was with my collegues when I went to that convenience store, lets call them Byron and Tyron. We were on a month long tour of duty in West Africa, chasing that money all the way into the Sahara desert. We had been working together for a while now, and we had become more of boys than workmates. We had even developed a bro code of sorts during our time together. As I had preceeded the other two into the store, and made first contact with the new girl, our rules of engagement stipulated that I had first right of claim. Only if I decided to pass on this right would the other two then have the freedom to move in on the new girl and strike up a conversation. It was a simple rule, and it ensured that the peace was maintained. However from the way Maria looked at me as she told me her name, I knew that I did not need to invoke the rule this time round.

As my colleagues passed by and said hi, I could see Byron smiling as he looked at me with that 'you-lucky-son-of-a-bitch' look. I asked the guys to grab me my favorite beer as I myself moved closer to the counter where Maria stood. I told her my name and where I was from, and that my French was nothing to write home about. Lucky for me, she said that she spoke some 'small-small' English. We were therefore able to communicate, and I decided to ask her out for a drink when she closed work. Se smiled again and said that it was quite okay with her, and we immediately exchanged phone numbers.

The guys were done shopping by then, and Maria went to serve them at the till. When we were ready to go, i turned to her and asked her around what time I should exect her call. She told me she left work at around 9pm, and she would call me when she was done. As we walked out of the store and back into the unrelenting heat of Burkina Faso, I turned one last time before closing the door and looked back at her. She had on that smile that enchanted me. I knew there and then, that she would be the experience I had been hoping for. Something intensely passionate was about to begin.



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