"An African villager named Mufaro had two daughters whom everyone agreed were beautiful. However, their dispositions were not alike: Manyara had a bad temper and was selfish (although not in front of Mufaro); Nyasha was always kind and considerate both to people and to animals. When Mufaro receives word that the Great King is inviting all of the most worthy and beautiful women to appear before him so that he might choose a wife, Mufaro decides that both of his daughters should go. Manyara, believing herself more worthy and beautiful than her sister, sets out alone so that she can be presented to the king before her sister. What happens to each girl along the way depends on her response to the strange people whom she encounters. This folktale shows the traditional qualities, characterizations, and predictability. It is distinguished, however, by its colorful ink and watercolor illustrations of the costumes, artifacts, flora, and fauna of the Zimbabwe region. The expressive drawings of people and events enhance the story and serve to strengthen readers' familiarity with traditional African culture. A magnificently illustrated book, filled with rich textures and vibrant color, and a story that will satisfy young romantics as well as those with a strong sense of justice."

Most of all, it reminds me of my relationship with my dad growing up. We were really tight and he was very pro-black. I loved that he instilled so much pride in me and my blackness. Without his encouraging words and actions, who knows how I may have reacted to the ignorant teasing that other children put me through. It is definitely a book that I will add to my son's library.

Hmmm...let me think. Not sure if this counts but I am pretty handy with hair even though I have never taken a class for it. I recently learned how to braid hair just by watching a vid on YouTube, I love the internet. There's not much that I can't do to hair at this point.