A group of South African engineers hangs out. They sit in the lounge, smoking and drinking. They have asked the waiter to look out for white girls. The most extraverted of the guys comes to ask the girls to sit in the lounge with them. “White girls!” they smile, now at ease. Black girls are tiring, black girls are only after money. There’s too many black girls everywhere. With their Afrikaans accent they discuss the state of South Africa. How the blacks have taken over politics, and whites have stopped caring. “Few more years and we will lose our advantage. It’ll be a second Zimbabwe.” “When I’m in Africa, I miss home. It’s so different. At home we have normal shops, good roads, it’s nothing like Africa.”
The South Africans could have been the white girl’s fathers. Indeed they have wives, daughters and sons at home. That doesn’t stop them from hitting on every piece of white meat they see. “ai, and then this Spanish girl, she was so hot..!”
The dance floor is full of the so-called ‘black girls’. Tall, hardly dressed, glamorous girls dance with stiff, old Chinese men. Their bodies swing and curl around the men who look bored. They reach only till he girls’ breasts, so that they hold them there. Disgusting.
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