As a child, I grew-up in a small African village.... population 35. Our village was in-land and the other closest village, was near a small river... about a half-day’s walk away.
They had a King who was getting old and losing his powers. He was also their village witch-doctor and sometimes, things did not go so well.
One time, their hens wouldn’t lay eggs so the King did a Fertility Dance but the hens still didn’t lay any eggs. Another time, the King needed fish to feed his people and he did a Fish Dance. Well, his people caught dozens of small fish and it save them from starving but it was hardly sufficient.
Then the big catastrophe came. The village had been without water for 6 months. So the King did his Rain Dance and Lord, did it rain!! It rained for 40 days and 40 nights. The river swelled up and over-flowed it’s banks.. There was water everywhere!! All the mud huts were destroyed and all their supplies washed down-stream.
Fortunately, all the people escaped and came to our village. And suddenly, our population increased to 66... due to their King’s Rain of Terror.
A famed English explorer was invited to Dartmouth to tell of his adventures in the African jungle.
”Can you imagine,” he demanded, ”people so primitive that they love to eat the embyro of certain birds and slices from the belly of certain animals? They grind up grass seed, make it into a paste, burn it over a fire, then smear it with a greasy mess they extract from the mammary fluid of certain other animals?”
When the students looked startled by such barbarism, the explorer added softly, ”What I’ve been describing, of course, is a breakfast of bacon and eggs and buttered toast.”
A new American ambassador was being entertained by an African diplomat. They’d spent the day discussing what the country had received from the Russians before the new government kicked them out. ”The Russians built us a power plant, a highway, and an airport. Plus, we learned to drink vodka and play Russian roulette.” The American frowned. ”Russian roulette’s not a very nice game.” The diplomat smiled. ”That’s why we developed African roulette. If you want to have good relations with our country, you’ll have to play. ”I’ll show you how.” He pushed a buzzer, and a moment later, six magnificently built, nude women were ushered in. ”You can choose any one of those women to give you oral sex,” he told the American. ”That’s great,” the ambassador said, ”but it doesn’t seem much like Russian roulette.” ”Oh, it is. One of them is a cannibal.”-0+
An African diplomat was talking to the prim and proper
”In my country,” he said, ”the most popular of all activities is
making love to our livestock.”
Shocked, the wide eyed hostess said, ”Oh! Isn’t that revolting?”
”No,” the diplomat replied, ”that’s our second favorite