But that was my old man. My father, when I finally moaned to him about Ray, simply packed a small spanner in my cartoon lunch box. My old man at the time was a civil servant in Kisumu. My old man had been a champion boxer, and mediocre Campus student, in Makerere in the early 1970s. If he were alive, Dad would have turned 75 today – and we’d be in Ngong, celebrating his birthday.

Source: Standard Digital March 12, 2021 06:41 UTC