"My mother is a kind and honest woman. But I fear that when she speaks of my father her honesty slumbers while her kindness is free to compose all sorts of loving fictions without the cumbersome limitation of truth."
Bred in Africa but buttered in the United States. Lover of all things African (well 90% of it anyway). Technically this is suppose to be a web log about the goings on at Uncultured Persons, but since blogging is such a self-indulgent medium and my interest run the gambit (plus only my family is probably going to read this anyway), I will post whatever. Let the self indulgence begin.
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