It have a lot of myths and legends and nancy stories that circulate since I, Moses Aloetta Esq., presented my credentials to the literary world. Some people think I am an arsehole, some people say I am an enigma that never arrived, the chosen few consider me a genius, and one evening at a b1g literary conference at the Commonwealth Institute in London whilst I was reading a bawdy passage from one of my tomes in front of a big audience that included Whites a black Guyanese bitch walked up to the microphone and slap me bam bam in my face. I wouldn't of minded if Blacks alone was present, but to slap me in front of White people really hurt.