Bella Casa Monrovia
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"Jue!" "Im Not Your Jue!" 2
... it all! He threatens it, but never does it haha. The Loma man also has the right to take my seat next to Alpha and have me move. Again, he threatens, but never does it. He can pretend to offer to clean Alpha’s clothes, and then just take them for himself. But Alpha can ask the Loma man to do just about anything he wants—as per tradition. Eh, Africa.
Needless to say, it is never a boring meal at the Kissi Mama. ...
Nobel Peace Prize goes to . . . Ms. Fraudulent!
... was still drastically lower than in the first election in October. With a population of about 3.3 million people, only about 500,000 people voted. Ms. Nobel Peace Prize Recipient is a dictator in disguise.
CDC held a wake for all those who lost their lives during the protest the following Sunday and has requested that on Monday, one week after the event, that everyone where a white shirt and black pants to respect and remember their fallen fellow supporters.
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My Amazing African-American Birthday!
... Birthday Siah Gabby,” and since birthday cakes are not Africa’s usual cultural way of celebrating one’s birthday, they can not only be very expensive, but also hard to find. But my honey found one, and it was delicious!
We had everyone come over for the cake and they sang to me their traditional birthday hymns. I received so many kind and thoughtful words. Black Mama got me a purple African outfit that I just love! Then I ...
Gadhafi has been captured!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-)
... laughed and said, “You’re in Africa. You will be fine.”
Well . . . ok, then!
My blood pressure was 80 over 60 and my fever was 102. I felt like I was intoxicated with some form of inebriation. My body felt so bad, but I didn’t feel discouraged. I kept giggling as if that was the only thing I could do. Over the next couple of days, my temperature would spike from 94 to 102 ...
The past 6 weeks!
... I am much more slowly to adopt is the cooking. It’s not the African food that’s the problem, but rather the African kitchen. We have a coal pot, which is literally a pot for coal to cook. We have to put enough coal in the pot then try to start a fire—sometimes that is the toughest part about the whole cooking extravaganza. Sometimes we have fire-starter, which looks like a bunch of rubber bands; sometimes we use plastic (they NEVER use paper for reasons ...


