Salmi's suspicious sister

When I stayed with Salmi, one of her sisters at first did not approve of me sleeping there. Not because we all had to sleep in the same room, but rather, I think, as a result of the deep-rooted suspicion towards whites they had developed here in Ovamboland where most of the guerrilla fighting had taken place only 10 years earlier. That kind of suspicion I was so used to among American blacks, so I ignored it - and eventually we made friends.