..........He got up and seizing one edge of his trailing wrapper danced very gracefully either because or in spite of his knock-kneed legs....one song followed another and the wine gradually disappeared as the shadows began to grow..... Oh. Wodu my boy! Ooh boy! What a generation they lived in.....
........beautifull Ihuoma was there too... gals....gals who were jugded by the content of their face and the swag of their hips and not the design of the their G-string or the salon they visited...........Madume was there too...great men,who were jugded by the strength of their biceps and Triceps and not the horsepower of the their autos..he charged at Madume but the latter stooped,carred him shoulder high and dashed him to the ground with elephantine fury...
Consistency requires you to be as ignorant today as you were a year ago.
Admin, Luckily; age will one day transform me into an Elder.