From Africa: Seven cows for my hand in marriage?
I got drunk with three educated Basotho gentlemen the other night. We sat at Chocke’s Corner Bar in the scrub-and-bush mountains of Lesotho, sipping a red variety of South African boxed wine. The discussion revolved around colonial America and the situation in Israel. My mind wandered. I debated which of these men was HIV-positive; I … Read more