Notes From a Native Daughter

In July, 2008, I, Princess Rachella, Intrepid African American Girl International Journalism Consultant, pulled up stakes once again and headed to Nairobi, Kenya. Through my various adventures, I've concluded that if I get any MORE explosively fabulous in these prequel years to "THE BIG 5-0," I will have to register myself with the Pentagon as a thermonuclear incendiary device.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

That Magic Moment

I had forgotten that my brother-in-law Ron scanned the photo of my fateful handshake with Nelson Mandela--that is until he emailed me the image. Of course, he also couldn't help raggin' me out a bit about not forgetting where I came from!

How could I? In fact, I have another picture from that day over here with me in Nairobi. It's of me and my sister Julie. She flew out to DC to attend the private Mandela event at the National Press Club with me. It was one of about a 100 times Julie visited me while I lived in Washington. We both look like stunned deer staring directly into the headlights. It was one of the most amazing moments of our lives. Neither one of us could believe that two gals from Cairo, Illinois were actually in the presence of one of the greatest freedom fighters the world has ever known.

I'll never forget this moment. Or the fun I had whenever Julie came to visit. OR where I come from.
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