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May We Laugh, Cry and Live in Togetherness….

Much younger me at Sarova Panafric Hotel in the early 80s My early childhood memories are sprinkled with moments when I was left to my own devices. I was used, no scratch that,    I was resigned (is a more accurate description) to being left behind or on my own in the house for long stretches of time. It was not unusual to be the last to be picked up at school when each of my folks thought the other was doing the school run…the anxiety of being on the school grounds for hours on end lessened when I was older and able to walk home on my own. You see, the age gap between my siblings and I was more pronounced. We grew up in different eras. By the time I was knee-high, they were off to college and boarding school and so away from home for most of the time each year.   My folks were each grappling with their own internal existential crises at the time of my growing up.    They both had vastly different ways to cope that seemed to drift them further apart. Mum, a born and raised Catholic al

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