house boy...

Our house boy poses for an upcoming soft porn series.

Some people might object to our use of the term "house boy". He doesn't seem to mind it himself, though.

In fact his life is pretty good actually. He does a few light chores around the house: boils water for tea, folds the laundry, a little cooking sometimes, and feeds the cat. In exchange, we let him eat the leftovers and sleep on the floor of the garage here.

Sure, sometimes he gets a little uppity. Then we do have to knock him around a bit. One or two sharp kicks to the scrotum usually settles him right down. We have a taser for the other occasions.

And I probably shouldn't admit it, but sometimes we like to mess with his head. Like sometimes we'll give him a sandwich, but really it's smeared with catfood or something (don't worry, he loves it!) Other times we'll make him prance around in Teshka's underpants.

But it's all in good sport. Everyone has a good laugh and he always comes back for more.

In fact, sometimes I worry. Will we ever be able to get rid of him?

Lomé, Togo, July 2008.

Zeiss Ikonta 521/2 Tessar (uncoated), Fomapan 400.