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- Nyama Choma…
- One Stop Barbershop…
- The Mathare Valley...
- Wednesday in Nairobi's City Center
- Maasai Market…
- Mount Kilimanjaro
- YMCA...
- Shaka Land...
- Durban
- Sambo Security
- We Are Family...
- Freedom Charter
- Soweto
- Melville Grill…
- Veronica…
- JoBurg
- Johannesburg Cab Driver….
- 5 am…
- Uhadi…
- Zuki and Her Sister
- In The Continuum
- 365 in South Africa
- Crazy Fire Dancers…
- Tucan Tucan
- More Street Performers
- You're Never Too Young...
- Awesome Street Performers
- Television
- Sambo's Sugar
- comments
- Are you two married!?!…
- Reach...
- Coyote…
- Umtshato – The Wedding…
- Conversations on a Sunday Afternoon…
- Sucking Up Hill…
- Home Again, Home Again Jiggity Jig…
- Shopping, Shopping, and What!?! – More Shopping….
- Robben’s Island…
- The Slave Lodge….
- Bo Kaap…
- And another thing…
- Can I get 20 cents?
- Nyoni’s Kraal….
- Table Mountain….
- Blencathra…
- The Road to Cape Town…
- Bunny Chow?
- So you call yourself a producer…
- Five hours and counting
- South Africa is a complicated country…
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1 comment:
So the tour guide asks me why I'm taking a picture of the security guard's back. I tell him that in the States 'Sambo' is a very degrading euphamism for Black Americans, much like kaffir is in South Africa.
He replied that Sambo is a somewhat common male name; both he and one of the other passengers (the one that looks like Qelsi) said they knew men named Sambo.
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