JUDGING A BOOK BY ITS COVER! Mr.Hyena Finds Secret in Dinka Babe

Around 2010, when I was travelling to Juba, the dollar capital of Arica which had become a destination for many Ugandan adults trying to make ends meet, I went to Arua Park where I was to spend the night as I waited for the bus in which I was supposed to travel. This was before war spoilt everything good there.

As I was out trying to find something to eat, I met a very tall, dark, Dinka babe. She was really dark, too dark. I introduced myself as the tiger around town and made my intentions of being her ‘mahogany’ very clear. She looked very familiar with the place so I told her I wanted her to take me around and keep me company in the bus at night.

We chatted for a while and that’s when I got to know that she was not single. She was married to a commander in the SPLA but this didn’t deter me from proceeding with my moves. I had always fantasized about bonking a woman from the North and she purely looked it! I complimented her looks and told her how beautiful she was. I have never seen a Dinka laugh!

I told her I wanted to taste her in full swing to which she promptly replied, “Ugandan men are so horny and untrustworthy.” I replied and asked her whether I looked untrustworthy. “For you, you are honest and sweet,” she said. On hearing this, my heart almost melted but I pretended not to have heard all that she was saying. I was at the same time wondering how she had measured the level of sweetness!

It was now midnight and it was getting colder. So, I proposed that we move to a warmer place and we decided to go under one of the Nile coach buses parked. The smell from the diesel tank was so strong that it could cause a miscarriage to a pregnant woman but we ignored all that. She spread down her kalesu and we slept on it. Meanwhile, I was getting hornier and hornier by minute. I planted a surprise kiss on her dry lips and within an instant, she was shaking like an earthquake which left me wondering whether in Sudan people do really kiss!

I imagined what would happen if I touched her further. I pushed my hands into her skirt surfing and clicking between her dry thighs which were beginning to cause friction till I got to the ‘joint’. I noticed this girl was a rival to the much hyped about Mabira forest. By now, she was shaking like a grinding mill and was whispering words into my ears. Thank God Umeme complimented my move; power went off plunging the whole area into darkness.

Other travellers around were pissed and started hurling all sorts of obscenities to whoever cared to listen while I enjoyed even further the result of incompetence of these authorities. Like they say, the rest became history. When we woke up at about 5:00am, she was holding me in her arms like I was her baby boy. We boarded the bus for our journey, and we took the back seats. Luckily, we were alone. This babe was so horny that by just talking her, she would cum. And indeed, we were still talking, I felt a stream of hot water flood in my legs! I wondered why there is load shedding when such people are very available and their waters are powerful enough to generate 200 megawatts of power.

All the time the bus would hit a pothole, she would hold me tightly and this kept angering my Mr. All through Karuma, we were doing the unthinkable! At the border of the town of Nimule, I got into problems with Sudanese immigration officials and that’s when I got to know how much she felt for me. She pleaded with them and almost cried her eyes out!

The tough looking guys finally succumbed and cleared my documents but with a serious warning. Here, nature called but as you know, in Sudan there are no latrines to talk about hence we had to check into the bush. The Dinka woman pulled her skirt and squatted right infront of me. I couldn’t swallow this, my whopper got annoyed and started dilly-dallying in space. Much as I managed to stroke it back in the trouser, it kept trying to escape. It was like a TV antenna searching for signals.

You know I am someone who never disappoints. I am always there at everybody’s service. I gave her what she deserved for close to 30 minutes. On going back, we found the bus had left and she bordered a Juba bound taxi while for me I returned to Gulu. Since there is now some peace after MK intervention oorders of his father, I am now planning to travel to Juba soon to hook up another Dinka breed because it seems they have a hidden secret that I have always under looked.