My parents grew up in Africa during the whole de-colonization stuff, and they had some pretty crazy stories to share.
My dad (grew up in Kenya) had his friend nearly bludgeoned to death by some British cop, and he himself only narrowly escaped. His family's house got set on fire and his uncle lost an eye and half his face.
My mother (Tanzania) and her family had to hide underneath beds at night because of all the bullets flying overhead.
I find it a little ironic that I was more shocked by the fact that my father never finished college though.
I was also really surprised when I found out they both dyed their hair, considering they never let me relax or straighten my hair because I "should be thankful for what God gave me." (I call shenanigans)
My dad (grew up in Kenya) had his friend nearly bludgeoned to death by some British cop, and he himself only narrowly escaped. His family's house got set on fire and his uncle lost an eye and half his face.
My mother (Tanzania) and her family had to hide underneath beds at night because of all the bullets flying overhead.
I find it a little ironic that I was more shocked by the fact that my father never finished college though.
I was also really surprised when I found out they both dyed their hair, considering they never let me relax or straighten my hair because I "should be thankful for what God gave me." (I call shenanigans)