Excerpt of the Zambia Wrap
EXCERPT THE ZAMBIA WRAP EMMANUEL SIGAUKE I hadn’t expected to be dating this soon, online of all places. Match dot com, to be exact, before Tinder and the other swipe apps came along. The dates started off as harmless encounters with African-American women of various sizes and skin shades, presented as filterable thumbnails, all there awaiting a click. The site kept suggesting women in San Francisco, Los Angeles, Fresno, even Boston, but I confined my search to Sacramento. As the state capital, it drew people from every corner of California. State workers, nurses, teachers, lawyers, and recent arrivals. These were more profiles than I could ever answer, and I saw no reason to drive, let alone fly, further afield in search of romance. Earlier, I had tried Great Expectations on Howe Avenue. They made us fill out partner-preference forms, then handed us binders of strangers and played videos of confident love-seekers. If someone caught your eye, a staff member presented you w...