Formerly, "This is Africa/fyeahAfrica".
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A LITTLE ABOUT ME:
Based in Cape Town, South Africa
From Lagos, Nigeria
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(since Oct. 21th 2012)
My mother was a kept woman.
It was something we knew. We – my cousin Meze and I. It was something we knew without being told, the sort of knowledge that creeps up on you and without announcing itself makes your acquaintance.
We knew and even though we didn’t deny it it wasn’t something we went screaming from the roof-tops.
And we preferred that those who had gained this knowledge kept it to themselves.
I got my first black eye the day Damian bared the naked rump of my secret before the whole school.
“Your mother is fucking somebody’s husband!”