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.

Friday, March 26, 2010

A Matter of Course

This is a scene from my brief outing at the Kenya Open 2010 on Friday. To summarize the experience, I had a great conversation with my Barclays Bank "relationship manager," who invited me to the event, drank substandard Chardonnay, got shushed a few times for making noise while some guy was putting, or bogeying, or making an eagle, or a buzzard...HELL, I don't know!!!....and then almost got attacked by flesh eating ants.

Okay, so they weren't flesh eating, but they were getting on my damn nerves. Anyway, I have to say that while it was a beautiful day, and I enjoyed myself, the experience definitely made me question whether or not I could cut it as one of the idle rich. At least until the following day. That's when everything became clear.

They don't call me Princess Rachella for nothin'.....

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