Johnny and Flo did leave Africa.
They had their mother tongue, Swahili, and their dark skin, to bond together when they found themselves isolated in a sea of white faces.
'Cut their fucking heads off.'
Little Johnny never really grew up.
He was a pygmy from the Congo.
So he had to work on his voice, 'make it roar like a lion,' his momma would tell him.
'I'll cut your fucking head off, no matter what, I'll find you and cut your fucking head off.'
Little Johny's momma was so proud of his son.
'He's threatening to cut off the white man's head,' she tells the other villagers. 'But get this,' she'd add, 'the white man is giving him free housing, food, and money. And listen to this, he can threaten to cut off the white man's head and the police will take his side. Australia is truly the promised land.'
That only got the villagers worked up. How can we create a situation that makes us refugees?
'Not hard at all,' said Flo's momma, who sent her daughter over to Australia on a student visa, 'and once she gets in, it's prostitute that black pussy all the way so so she can buy mommy and daddy a new mansion.'
