My Story

I am the product of passion not love, my life seemed to followed in suit constantly searching to fill that void.
I was born in Africa and raised by my grandmother in a small-impoverished village in Ghana. I remember as a child the feeling of starvation; the feeling of the hot ground on my feet not having shoes to wear until I was eight years of age, the scars on my body tell the story of a complicated existence. 

I didn’t know much of my father or mother during my infancy.
My parents left Africa and moved to Europe in the hope of securing a better life, their relationship did not survive the hardships associated with their struggles as illegals in a foreign country. My father left my mother there and retuned to Ghana, left to survive on her own with no work documents and little education she used her body to survive.
This is how she came to meet the man who would become my stepfather; and at the age of eight I would leave Ghana and begin a new in Germany.
However, my new life would gradually fall apart as I would come to experience the damaging effects of racism and domestic abuse. And as my physical development out grew my emotional maturity I would gradually become the victim psychological, physical and sexual abuse.

I wandered aimlessly looking for acceptance and what I thought was love, allowing opportunists to capitalize on my naiveté and desperation for affection.I found myself falling into a pattern of bad choices and realized I needed to make some drastic changes in my behavior and surroundings.

I came to the United States with a dream of happiness and living a good life with who I thought at the time was the love of my life, upon arriving I found that happiness fleeting. I was somewhat coerced into marriage with the thoughts of expediting our work papers and citizenship. I found it all to be a lie... and within a few months I would find myself alone in a strange new country, battered and bruised with no source of income. I suddenly realized I had followed in my mothers footsteps, following my heart, leaving my family behind to try and start a new life somewhere else only to be mistreated, violated and abused. 
Left to fend for self with no means of doing so, I was a young woman with out a green card or work visa, my resources and friends were limited, I felt betrayed, bitter and angry, but I was unwilling to concede to failure. I; like my mother had to make several hard yet necessary choices to survive.
My mother allowed her body to be used for sex; I would use my body also, but in a different way. I fell into modeling as a means to survive and help my family situation.

My views on sex and nudity are from the standpoint of my European up bringing and my African heritage. I am open enough to admit I enjoy what I do; I find pleasure in being nude and being admired. I enjoy working with talented people to produce visual art, and have posed for and with both amateurs and professionals and on a few occasion have allowed the lines to be blurred between professional conduct, the illusion of art and personal fulfillment.
This is all a part of learning and growth, and although I've made mistakes along the way I can honestly say I'm not ashamed of any of the decisions I have made.
I believe if you are honest with yourself and who you are and express that honesty you should have no regrets... My focus is clear, I'm here in the States and although I've hit more then a few roadblocks, I can still dream, this site will assist in making some of those dreams happen; my dreams are simple.

It is my intent to use this website as a medium to raise awareness, to inspire others, to educate and inform as well as entertain. I hope to generate revenue not only for my own preservation but to assist my family still struggling in Africa. My young relatives, who like me as a child walk without shoes, might feel the pains of huger in their bellies or need something as simple as a doll to play with.

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Afua Model