I had an attractive woman friend who worked in the Central African Republic in the Peace Corps:
Her town had no piped water, and so the agreement was that fairer sex would bathe in the river at one time, while the dudes had their time, too.
As she walked to the river with her wash-basin the men would happily call out to one another, spreading the word that the blonde would soon be bathing:
As she did so, they (she was there to help all of them at virtually no pay) would openly masturbate, and eagerly call out to her to behold the moment of their most maximum satisfaction.
When she took them up later regarding these awkward habits, they were puzzled and annoyed —many of them considered this role as part of her job, if not the most important part.
THAT is Africa.
was she one of the rape victims covered up by Maria’s dad?
Different strokes for different folks I suppose.
That is not Africa.
In any case, Africa does not have a monopoly over masturbation. I have lived in the Western World and have encountered a good number of creepy horny guys.
I have read numerous accounts of Western do-gooders building wells for various African villages. Hand pumps, easy to maintain, designed exactly for the conditions. Problem is, within a short time, some men will cut up every bit of metal from the well head and well to sell for scrap to buy beer. Sigh. What can you do, when the concept of “enlightened self interest” (ie “don’t tear up the new village well for beer money”) simply doesn’t exist?
Sorry, that was inadvertently funny