If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana, N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups
If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana, N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups
If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana, N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups
If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana, N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups
If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana, N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups
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If life really begins at forty, then all poor people die in their teens.

— Mokokoma Mokhonoana, N for Nigger: Aphorisms for Grown Children and Childish Grown-ups
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