My parents sent me to a boarding school when I was six years. They were expecting something good from me but whenever I went home with my terminal report card, it’s either “talkative or more room for improvement” written at the teacher’s remarks. I guess if I had any aspirations it was one as simple as ABCD. In the final term of primary 3, only those with good handwriting would be allowed to migrate from writing with pencil to pen. That was the beginning of the studios me.
I wonder if my readers are wondering why such a title when it’s supposed to be Father’s Day. Well it’s our sons who grow and become fathers. That’s why I am celebrating sons, the potential fathers today. My son, your son,my brother! That bouncing baby boy whose arrival into this world made his parents smile …
“Many black families spend all of their time trying to fix the problems of the past. That is the curse of being black and poor, and it is a curse that follows you from generation to generation. My mother calls it “the black tax.” Because the generations who came before you have been pillaged, rather …
Years ago, I decided to take a new job in the financial services sector. This was a very promising transition, or so I thought. Prior to the move, the MD of the institution promised to eventually promote me to a senior leadership role, but in the end I wound up deeply disappointed. Three months into …
