SOMEWHERE IN AFRICA WITH INDIANS

- Hello! You look like south african. Where are you from?

- Not South Africa. We are from Angola

- Oh! Angola. You've a very long war. How many Savimbi have in Angola?

- Only one.

- Oh! only one?! He's fighting, fighting not stop. He destroyed my business in Kwandu-Kuvangu and Moxiko. Why you don't put hin in a container?

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In another East African country, an Indian, seeing that his wife was in a terminal pregnancy, decides to take her to Daman for delivery.

- He's not my son! - He exclaimed grumbling to see the baby full of melanin, while the woman swore and cried to all the saints, angels and archangels that she would never betray him.

The hospital advises on DNA testing, and both the accusing husband and the wife accused of "androidism" constitute attorneys.

- Let us put it clear. - He announced, while rehearsing the sanction.

Hours later, a little crestfallen, his lawyer arrived.

Doctor, this baby is your 99.99 percent.

- You are telling that but I don't believ. Look at me and look at her mother from her. We are yellow and baby is black. It isn't possible. - He sustained.

- But, why, Doctor, do you think it's impossible? If DNA test says that is yours? - Asked the lawyer perplexed.

- Pay attention! - He appealed, justifying then:

- when you plant tomato you get tomato. You don't get piri-piri. Isn't it? Why me and my wife yellow we have black son?

After all, it turned out that he was of black descent!

Photo: flying over Mbuji-Mayi (DRC)