That same night we dined at “Mama Africa’s Restaurant” that had been visited by President Rhodes the month before on a CU tour. Located in an offbeat neighborhood that was placarded by many “Armed Response Zone” signs, we grimaced at first, but found “Mama’s” to be quite unique.

     Its Coke bottle chandelier was a “one of a kind” thing as was its serpentine, 30-foot green tile bar. Its slightly racist menu appeared to be printed on brown paper toweling, a definite collector’s item.

     We warranted a private room and got one, and found the native food to be both varied and appealing – impala, ostrich, etc., plus rib eye steaks for the squeamish – No one seemed to suffer the next day. At dinner’s end, “Doc” Murphy led us in the “Evening Song,” and on the way out we left through the main restaurant and could not help but notice the well-dressed crowd of South African yuppies who frequented the place . . So much for the imposing “Warning!” signs all over the dingy neighborhood.