Le Zoulou Blanc, Part I
the Not Johnny Clegg Story of Travel In Africa It’s August ‘97 in Joburg, and the phone rings in my office with a hysterical voice on the other end shouting, “So you’re the one going to Cameroon with me? What do you know about it? You know you can’t eat the fruit and vegetables, or … Continue reading Le Zoulou Blanc, Part I
