Only back one day, one night and dreaming of Africa again, Cést Afrique dans ma tête, Les Femmes Noires fighting a never ending battle with their female Asian contemporaries, just back from Thailand but the black beauties call at me from the Dark Continent...
Do they want me to come back, the crazy Mzungu with the fat wallet, spending the dough these days in King Bhumipol's Kingdom, no more Kenian Shilling, tatty notes, greasy to the touch, finger prints on its dusty fabric...
No way, Thailand is so much easier going, the food so much better, the ladies Numero Uno En La Cama, La Biere cold to the touch in big condensed bottles so much tastier than that cat piss called Tusker...
Forget that African saying Once You Go Black You Never Go back, rubbish!!!
