A Doctor of Words

Though the following has nothing to do with celebrity gossip or me dishing any dirt, I felt it necessary to share with the world.   
 

He looks African, right?

My best friend, Graham Kyle Jordan Riske, has decided to get in touch with his roots and travel through Africa (read: Mozambique - don't be ashamed if you need a map to know where that is).

He sent me the following email this morning that outlines exactly how Americanized the world is today:

"As I prowled the dusty alleys of northern Mozambique, a place still unknown to civilization where a malungo (white guy) is viewed with awe, an alien in an even more alien land, I hear a familiar sound.  I had been making my way through the market of 10th generation hand-me-downs and freshly caught fish, when I stopped, dead in my tracks.  Like a moth to a flame, I wandered towards the source.

"Yes, Satan?" I inquired.

But, alas, unlike usual, it was not the Prince of Darkness. 

As I close in on the sound, the noise becomes more familiar, echoing a distant memory interred deep within my marrow.  A cold shudder passes through my bones, a chill, warning, one I should heed but know I will not.  I move closer to the source, obvious trepidation hinders me from moving faster.  But I must know.  I approach.  The sound becoming more and more familiar.  And then like a tsunami, the echoing waves awash
me:

"I whip my hair back and forth! I whip my hair back and..."

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In case you have never whipped your hair and don't know what Graham is talking about, please enjoy this video :)