I lived in Africa for 36 years. greatpumpkin is 100% correct. In 500 years time, Africa will be exactly the same as it is today. No bible passage will change that.
He was the top cop and a bit of a local celebrity in the town we lived in. He stopped a bank robbery in 92, deleted/unalived three African tsotsi’s and took a bullet in the process. Bank later turned around and sued my dad for shooting out one of their windows. Cunts.
Anyway, it made my dad kinda famous. He had a lot of the local lowlifes acting as CI’s for him as well. Everyone basically knew to stay well away from that one particular house on that one particular street because it belonged to “that Umlungu”.
He also made sure my brother and I spent weekends with him at the range, and that we knew where in our house the gun safes were and how to follow proper etiquette. Thankfully we never had any shit. They all knew.
When I got old enough and had saved up enough for a plane ticket, I bailed. My dad tells me every day it’s the smartest thing I could ever do and that I should never go back, not even for his funeral.
I lived in Africa for 36 years. greatpumpkin is 100% correct. In 500 years time, Africa will be exactly the same as it is today. No bible passage will change that.
How did you survive?
My dad.
He was the top cop and a bit of a local celebrity in the town we lived in. He stopped a bank robbery in 92, deleted/unalived three African tsotsi’s and took a bullet in the process. Bank later turned around and sued my dad for shooting out one of their windows. Cunts.
Anyway, it made my dad kinda famous. He had a lot of the local lowlifes acting as CI’s for him as well. Everyone basically knew to stay well away from that one particular house on that one particular street because it belonged to “that Umlungu”.
He also made sure my brother and I spent weekends with him at the range, and that we knew where in our house the gun safes were and how to follow proper etiquette. Thankfully we never had any shit. They all knew.
When I got old enough and had saved up enough for a plane ticket, I bailed. My dad tells me every day it’s the smartest thing I could ever do and that I should never go back, not even for his funeral.
Whoa.
I also believe funerals are merely a formality for the living to grieve;
the deceased have already passed on.