For example, he told me that my great-great-great-grandmother was kidnapped by an Indian tribe and forced to be a concubine. He was always telling me interesting facts and stuff. who’d also given me my love for learning. But at the time I was too young (and really didn’t care) to know.īut as soon as he got the call about Momma, he came to Daddy’s. What do white folks know about being African? Nothing. I didn’t know that TV was run by white folks. I had no idea what it was like to be a real African so I imitated what I’d seen on TV. ” We’d jump around with fake spears, acting a fool. I’d be “Unga-Bunga,” and she’d be “Oooga-Wooga. She didn’t mind being silly, and she was always willing to play my favorite game: Africans. We played together and always had fun together. Neither of us had a sister, so we decided we’d be each other’s sister. I really liked her daughter, Kelly, a pudgy Mexican-looking girl with long black hair, only six months younger than me. She reminded me of Popeye’s girlfriend Olive Oyl, but I still liked her because she made the best chocolate cake (my favorite).Ī Piece of Cake: A Memoir PDF Book by Cupcake Brown Name of BookĪbout Book – A Piece of Cake: A Memoir PDF Book

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