On Origins of Life
and My Aunt Fanny.

I really don’t know what the fuss is about. He doesn’t really impress me. At least, not as far as the colour of his skin is concerned. Everyone knows that life begun in Africa. The world’s oldest human remains were unearthed in Ethiopia; and the last time I looked, Ethiopia was in Africa––proving that the continent is the cradle of humanity.

So there.

Now, even a child knows that the first man was Adam. He must have been black. He and his children stuck it out as long as they could, but, after thousands of years, they couldn’t take the heat anymore. They moved north. And, as everyone also knows, if you stay away from the sun (it’s cold up north, even in the sun) you grow pale. No matter how black you are, after a few tens of thousands of years, you become as pale as my Aunt Fanny, who never exposed her silky-white skin to the sun. Pale and interesting, she called it.

Now that we know that Adam was black, it goes to reason, that everyone of us is as black as Adam. I mean really deep down. But if you scratch Obama’s or any other skin, white, black, yellow or red, underneath the colour is exactly the same. Just had a bit more, or a bit less, exposure to the sun. All thanks to Adam. And Mrs. Adam, of course, later known as Eve.

So there, I was not impressed. Until I listened to his ideas. Wow!!!