![]() ![]() Although some have probably been embellished, I know at least one is true. ![]() These stories are the genetic folklore of my family, the kitchen-table legends that are as much a part of my chemical make-up as my DNA. Never having seen a white woman, the leader of the group mistook her for a Djin, or mischievous spirit, and gave her his hat as a peace offering before galloping away into the desert. She missed, and they remained married well into old age until they both died of natural causes.Īlmost a century later, my own mother was traveling through Africa as a Peace Corps volunteer when her convoy was stopped by a group of Somali warlords. When the wedding came, she concealed a pistol underneath her wedding dress and shot her husband at the altar. ![]() One day, she was arranged to be married to a man she did not love. My great grandmother was a Russian revolutionary, who hid guns in the basement of her father’s mill. ![]()
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