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.
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