Very nice…

I didn’t expect to get a call last night…but I did. It was a very nice one. As I really didnt expect it.

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Three years ago…

I’ve seen you before…in Africa. Yes in Uganda. Kampala. You’re a planter.

No. I am so sorry…you must have mistaken me for someone else. You really must*.

* I happen to be one of those who believe that you can’t run from your past. That’s not possible. You know…there times when a car blows it’s exhaust and it sounds like a rent of gun shot. You duck…you get so low that you’re a part of the pavement…then slowly…very slowly. You realise everyone is looking at you and wondering why you did that.. you feel embarraswd. You brush yourself off the best you can, smile sheepishly and walk away. But deep down you know. You can never run away from the man who you used to be…you see the past will always be part of you.