The idea came from something every African kid knows: you don't announce a trip to your mum, you ask. So when I proudly tell my mum "I'm going to LA," she doesn't argue. She just takes off her slipper. One throw sends me through the ceiling, and the slipper chases me across the world: into the Sahara with a camel, onto the Eiffel Tower where it pops my umbrella, and into the Atlantic, where I finally stop running and ride it like a surfboard all the way to LA. I crash into the event, smash a chair, smile and say "Thanks, Mummy"... and then a second slipper hits me.