Bin Laden’s Black Mistress Tells All
“In Any Mansion…It is the Maids and The Whores That Know The Most,” wise words from a decent woman. Kola Boof, an Egyptian/Sudanese award-winning novelist, poet, television writer, activist, and (perhaps her most salient title) mistress of slain terrorist Osama Bin Laden is speaking at length about her relationship with a man who raped her within 24hrs of meeting, but eventually became one of her closest confidantes.
Read on to hear Boof’s perspective of how it was to spend life with “a monster, a genius, a poet, a racist woman-basher and a very passionate, deeply sensitive confused being.”
Osama raped me the first night we met. But out of my fear and determination to survive we became comrades; lovers; we wrote poetry together, I did his hair, I cooked for him, he gave me jewels and money; sent me to Milan on shopping sprees; buried one of his guards that I killed and made it so I only did one night in jail. Living at La Maison Arabe was hardly the life of a slave–I wasn’t in chains, honey. I supervised Osama’s men despite not being allowed to leave Osama. And let’s not forget that half the wives of Arab rich men live that exact same way–many are married against their will, fathers give away daughters, women are snatched off the streets. Women had no rights in the Arab Muslim world when I was there modeling, acting and “hostessing.”
It hurts to have so much valuable information; so much intelligence and to be so truthful and articulate–yet have “white powerful news controllers” decide that you’re not the right image for what they’d like to promote. Therefore, part of history is always missing.
Osama’s wife, Najwa Bin Laden, who wrote so snidely about me in her memoir a few years ago is now forced, at last, to recognize me. I’m sure she’d rather have me killed than see me collect money from her husband. According to her I was Somi’s “abeed lan sharmuta” (n***er slave whore). But that’s alright. I’m the one he kept for pleasure and not mere Islamic duty–as she well knows and sleeps alone with–and always slept alone with. Pitiful head covered door mat jockey.
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