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They mocked me for marrying a maasai woman- White man says, talks about love story with african wife

A white man has shared his success story about meeting and marrying his wife in an interview with Afrimax. He explained that he came to Kenya 12 years ago and started a non-profit organization named Arrive Kenya.org.

 “Arrive Kenya.org helps street children and orphans. We built schools and orphanages in western Kenya, where I lived for six years,” he said.

His wife added, “Brian and I met through our friend Susan, who was an intern at his project in Migori, Kenya, and her home was near mine. We were both working on FGM near our home, and she thought we would be good for each other. She gave him my number when I was on a cultural exchange program in Ethiopia, and he started talking to me in Kiswahili.”

The couple went on numerous dates and eventually fell in love. “We walked across East Africa on foot for 58 days; that is Kenya, Uganda, and Rwanda. You get to know someone so much after being with them and traveling with them,” Brian said.

When Brian introduced Selina to his parents, he said, “My parents loved Selina. She has met them and my brother. She has been to America three times. The first time I met Selina’s father, he put a blanket over my head like he was going to tell me a secret and just spat on my face. I was blown away; I later came to know it was a blessing.”

how he felt meeting Selina parents, he said: “They first time father, I’ll never forget he took a masai blanket and he put it over my head Like he was going to whisper a secret to me and right when he was about to speak he started spitting his face right into my face and I was shocked I was shocked and i was like just blown away I had no idea about what is going on as it turns out, i later found out that spitting is a blessing in massai.”

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