The Maasai have the music and dancing and warrioring going on, but the Kikuyu get to eat proper grub, not blood and milk.
I must say, I'm finding it quite the dilemma.
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The Maasai have the music and dancing and warrioring going on, but the Kikuyu get to eat proper grub, not blood and milk.
I must say, I'm finding it quite the dilemma.
The blood and the milk :-(
Do you know what? I might just stop as I am.
Man, I was a wide-eyed youth, fresh to the Dark Continent, and he showed me things which would make your eyes pop out of your head; but he did it with such love and such gentleness that I was almost able to get over the stench of stale milk which surrounded him.
Happy days, j.
My first experience of Africa was being abducted in a souk in Tunis. Thankfully my old man managed to intervene, using his full cockney geezah repertoire like and save me from life as a white slave.
Simpler times...
There was no genital touching, of course. But still.
You could have ended up living in a place surrounded by crazy Allans bent on the destruction of the West.
Instead, you live in Bradfor...oh. :-
Mind you, at least this way you don't have an arse like a windsock. :-)
Many don't. I've seen some Maasai weapons, I can tell you. 'Knobkerrie' doesn't cover the half of it.
Here's a picture of one taking a quick single.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/image/388...x4-700x933.jpg
One wonders whether, given that a young warrior is supposed to hunt a lion with nothing but a short spear, they find the padding a little effete.
I'm not sure he's taking it all seriously enough.
Can I say that? https://static-secure.guim.co.uk/sys...tharan-006.jpg
Still, I don't think anyone's noticed. ;-)
A few years in Germany...