I didn't actually kill the chickens, although I enjoyed posing with them. Here you can admire the wonderful haircut I received in Tanzania from a completely incompetant man. And this is after I went to the
mzungu hairdresser in Kampala to fix it. But at least hair grows back and it could have been worse.
The graduation feast, still alive, being transported to its site of death.
Two of my friends. They asked me which one looks more Africa, so I thought I would pass the question on to you. Is it Mercy (on the left) or Martin (right)?
I didn't actually kill the chickens, although I enjoyed posing with them. Here you can admire the wonderful haircut I received in Tanzania from a completely incompetant man. And this is after I went to the mzungu hairdresser in Kampala to fix it. But at least hair grows back and it could have been worse.
The graduation feast, still alive, being transported to its site of death.
Two of my friends. They asked me which one looks more Africa, so I thought I would pass the question on to you. Is it Mercy (on the left) or Martin (right)?
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