Dear Oscar,

I may be overreacting!  I may be wrong!  But somehow, I do not think so.

Where is the cheapest seed?  Africa.  I think I am right  I thought for a moment that it might be South America, but undoubtedly, after the rape and pillage of the nineteenth century, after the economic exploitation of the twentieth century, after all of the disgust that still lingers on into the twentieth century, the twenty first century, the racism, the inequality, the presumption of superiority by the former colonial powers, the cheapest seed in the world comes from Africa.

Men – sacrificed.

Women – I do not want to think of the women, because the fate that was dealt to them is beyond thought.

I know you never visited Africa.  I know that to you Africa was simply a continent to be raped, stripped of any value that might be perceived, reduced to a nothingness of scrubland and desert.  I acknowledge the noble history of African descent, the civilisations that have pre figured that of the Western domineers, the superiority of races that have preceded my own.

Oscar, my dear, your whole Victorian exercise was so ill placed.  And you did not know it!  Ha ha!  As they say.  Ha ha!

I remain, as always, your devoted friend,

Algernon B. Duffoure.